#yandere vash the stampede

[gamerbot-22]

Whenever you have time, and of course if you’re comfortable, I’d love to hear some yandere headcanons for Trigun characters!

And if you want my help 👁️👄👁️ you know where to find me

Oooo this is so exciting! I had my first time writing Intentional Tsundere a little while ago, and now we got Baby's First Yandere Rodeo!

Trigun Characters as Yanderes

TW/CWs: Yandere (but you knew that already <3), mentions of stalking, no explicit details about any damage done to "the competition,” maybe a bit OOC but fuck it this is the space we ball in, Nai talks some shit in a backhanded compliment way, written with no specific versions of these characters in mind, barely proofread but I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters included: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives/Nai

A/N: Please let me know if this is any good! I've been spinning the yandere concept in my mind for a good while, being someone who already adores a protective LI, but I've never actually kicked back and played in the space outside of a few concepts with you lol. And I feel very clever for using a GIF of flowers in a vase for this instead of a field to highlight the possessive/protectiveness of our lovely subjects towards their Darling <3 Also, I have some suggested listening for this post, if you so choose :3c

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, Requests are Open, and it’s all under the cut!

The dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Oh honey. Oh baby. The clingiest yandere out there. Like you’re never more than a couple feet away from each other at all times.

And I do mean all times. Vash likes keeping tabs on his Mayfly. I do think he tries to be like… “polite” about the stalking keeping tabs, but however you slice it it’s still an invasion.

Like you’ll think you’ve said goodbye for the night and will go to sleep on your own but he’s already in the process of scaling the nearest building so he can watch you through the window.

You’re just so cute and he knows you aren’t going to be around forever so he wants to make the most of the time you do have. Ain’t that sweet?

He still holds to his no-killing rule and generally tries not to hurt anyone, but oh god, does he feel like it sometimes.

Like if you’re traveling with him and you catch a stray? Even if it just grazes you or doesn’t hit you at all, there’s a dark part of him that, for the briefest of seconds, considers sending a bullet of his own right back. See how they like it, huh?

But no. He doesn’t give in like that. Besides, if your attacker was dead, there would be no way to spread the word about the Stampede’s Darling, would they? They have to know you’re off limits! That you’re protected! That if anyone comes close to hurting a hair on your precious head again, everyone will know why Vash is called a Stampede.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Okay so Vash is decent at covering for himself. Wolfwood is too but it’s in. A different way?

Vash will fall over himself with excuses. Wolfwood makes it sound like he has a point. And to an extent, he does. He knows better than most just how goddamn dangerous Gunsmoke is if you’re not ready at every single moment to fight for your life. And he’s lost enough.

You don’t get the illusion of privacy here. It’s like you’ve got a leash on him, keeping him at least five feet from you at any given moment.

And he looms over you, regardless of the height difference (The Punisher makes up for it anyways,) staring down anyone who looks at you for even a second too long.

He insists you share rooms when you stay at inns, and if you’re slumming it out in the desert, he’s either in the same tent or has his right next to you all night. He insists on keeping watch, too. Big guard dog energy.

A lot of the danger comes from him, he knows that, but he can make it up to you more than twice over if you’d just let him. He’s good for it. You’ve seen him fight.

Hell, he can be gentle too. He’s not used to it, but he can learn. For you. If you ask. If you’re patient. And you should be, because again, look at all he’s done for you. Because of you.

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

Oh you’re not allowed to do. Anything. Like even a little bit I don’t think—

Like if we’re gonna play in this space of Nai being a yandere, you look me dead in my fucking eyes and tell me he doesn’t treat you like some china doll he wants to keep perched by his piano at all times.

He pampers you but it’s very much part of like. A flex in a weird way? Like the doll thing is barely a simile, he idolizes you so hard that you best keep your mouth shut for risk of disappointing him.

But don’t you dare think he neglects you. You’re always in finery, and you’ll never want for anything. And if you’re ever bored, he’s more than happy to play you music. And he even has a little shelf of books for you to read!

He talks about how his Darling is almost entirely perfect. You’re the closest thing to an angel a human could possibly be. Your spirit is too divine for your body! If only you weren’t so fragile as to break if he tried to free you.

If anyone so much as looks at you for too long he gets very defensive. His most devoted followers know to avert their gaze, and newcomers learn fast or are never seen again.

Honestly, he should be grateful. Those with wandering eyes… they’ll make good offerings for Good Doctor Conrad’s experiments.

[seijorhi]

Etched in Red: Rust (Part One)

Event Masterlist

Vash the Stampede x female reader

Part Two

w.c 1.4k

tw: yandere themes, canon-typical violence and death, kidnapping

There’s an old earth saying about the best way to boil a frog.

If the water’s already boiling and you drop the frog right in, it hops right out. The key, or so the story says, is to start with tepid water, then turn the heat up slowly, little by little. The poor frog, relaxed by the warming water, won’t make a fuss when the temperature starts to rise, won’t leap from the water.

Blind to the danger, that frog will sit calm and placid, letting itself steadily be boiled alive. 

Has the water always been this warm?

You stare, empty eyed at the wreckage of the homestead before you. The broken bodies Wolfwood’s diligently dragging off god knows where to perform whatever rites he thinks are necessary. Smoke and the scent of gunpowder and blood linger in the air you breathe, you can taste it on your tongue.

But it’s white noise in the background. You keep thinking of the man you saw.

Well, maybe ‘man’ isn’t the right word. Half his face was cybernetic, his body twisted and warped into a weapon that mercilessly ripped through that family. You don’t doubt his humanity because of his body, you doubt it because there was nothing in his eyes. Not anger or rage, not glee or regret. 

He was nothing but a tool, mindless to all but his master’s whims.

“I’m sorry.”

The words wash over you, but the blond’s touch is warm, solid as he pulls you into his chest, rests his cheek against the crown of your head and holds you, his own cybernetic arm rubbing soothingly at your back.

Why he’s apologising, you’re not entirely sure. For not getting there in time to stop it? Because it happened at all?

This isn’t his fault. 

Either way, you let your arms curl loosely around his waist and bury yourself in him, eyes welling up with tears you’re sick of shedding. “I have to get her back, Vash,” you mumble.

For weeks now, you’ve imagined it. All the terrible fates that might’ve met your sister at the hands of Knives Millions. Dead. Locked in some dungeon somewhere, rotting away. Tortured. Ripped apart. Forced into servitude, humiliated, broken, beaten–

Your stomach clenches, threatening to upheave.

Experimented on. 

“I need her back.”

The broad palm stroking along your spine falters, and Vash pulls back enough to meet your watery gaze. Behind his glasses, pools of impossible blue shine with concern, a flicker of something else – guilt, maybe? – bleeding through, even as he paints a small, thin smile across his face, “Hey, you promised me you weren’t gonna think like that anymore. Your sister… he won’t hurt her.”

“Stop saying that!”

Snapping at him won’t solve anything, you can’t help it though. Whatever this spiral is that you’re caught in, it has its claws in you, dragging you down into a pit of hysteria. Your breath comes quick, choppy, and all of a sudden you can’t bear his hands on you – you shove at him, stumbling back with a shuddering gasp.

“He hates us, Vash! He hates humans. I watched him kill our parents, he cut them to pieces, like they were nothing, less than dirt, and for what? Why?! And that– that thing!” you gesture wildly in the direction the gunman disappeared off to. “Do you think whoever he was, he signed up for that? Is that the best I can hope for? That if my sister hasn’t already been eviscerated, maybe he’ll lay her down on a table, slice away at her until nothing’s left but metal and blind obedience to a madman, until she’s just another tool for him to–”

You don’t get to finish the thought, Vash quick to close the distance between you, seizing your violently trembling hands in his, holding them up between you. “He won’t,” he vows. “I need you to believe me, Nai isn’t hurting her. He wouldn’t.”

But you’re too far gone for soft platitudes. You shake your head, only half aware that you’re moving at all, “You don’t know that, you can’t–” your voice cracks, another sob threatening to burst. 

You hate that you’re doing this here, now; crying for your stolen sister on the site of another bloody, brutal massacre. The only mercy in this is that Wolfwood’s still off dealing with the bodies. Vash bearing witness is bad enough, you don’t think you can handle anyone else seeing you this brittle.

With a wounded noise, he lets one of your hands slip from his to brush at your tears with a gentleness that steals your breath. “Don’t cry, angel. I promise you, she’s not being hurt. Nai won’t let anything happen to her.”

A promise.

Vash promised weeks ago, earnesty dripping from every word, that he’d help you find and free your sister. At the time, you could’ve kissed him, bowed at his feet, given him anything in your power to give. No else was offering. No one else cared about some stupid girl from a nowhere town, kidnapped by a vicious egomaniac bent on eradicating humanity. 

(You swore to yourself, too, that you wouldn’t hold it against him that he called that monster brother).

You trusted him then, the weight of that promise settling into your soul like a brand. Vash would help bring her home, he promised.

Vash, cradling your tear-stained cheek, peers down at you with that same striking intensity, like he’s willing you to believe they’re not throw-away words to comfort you, he means them. Your sister hasn’t been harmed. She won’t be.

Which makes you wonder, a cold thread of unease slithering down your spine, how he can promise something like that. 

“… Vash, how could you possibly know that for sure?” you whisper, the sound carrying in the too quiet stillness of the homestead.

The hand you squeeze isn’t made of flesh, blood and bone – you barely notice, searching Vash’s face in turn, praying to yourself that just this once, his words are empty.

The soft, pink flush that paints his cheeks quickly turns those hopes to ash and dust.

And perhaps he senses that too, because the moment you try to step back, put a little distance between you so you can breathe, that grip of his becomes iron. 

Vash wets his lips and swallows, a shallow bobbing of his throat, “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not. I’d never–” he breaks off with a strangled sounding huff, his fingers flexing around your wrist. He’s always been bright, excitable. Sunshine on a summer’s day.

Now he just looks manic. Eyes too bright, too wide. A jitteriness that sets you on edge. 

“The plan was to get her out, like I promised. It’d be quicker if it was just me, I didn’t want– I couldn’t risk anything happening to you if I brought you with me. It’d kill me. Kill me. But Nai, he– she’s important to him, I think. He needs her.” Vash frowns, “I swear I was gonna bring her back to you like I promised, that’s the only reason I went, and I would’ve, you know I would’ve if I thought for a moment she was in any danger, but…”

“You saw her?”

With those sad, puppy-dog eyes fixed on you, he nods. 

Something painful wrenches in your chest at the admission, and with a sharp tug to your wrist, Vash is there, his forehead pressed against yours, murmuring near frantic reassurances – excuses – as though there won’t be bruises left in his wake.

He saw her.

Vash was there, he saw her and he left her. 

Bitterness cleaves at you. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Agony.

You’re a fool. 

“Let go of me.” Your voice is robotic, a cold contrast to the roaring mess of emotions in your head.

If Vash hears you, he gives no indication. There’s not enough air in the room, every inch of it tainted by Vash clutching you closer, holding you tighter. Like he senses that if he loosens his grip, even for a second, you’ll disappear altogether. 

“Let go of me… Vash, let me go! LET ME GO!”

You’re shrieking, pushing and shoving at him, beating your fists against his chest, and Vash looks halfway to distraught as, for a split second, his eyes flicker to focus on something just behind you. “I’m sorry, angel. I’ll make it up to you.”

The sudden, blinding burst of pain at the back of your skull comes out of nowhere. Drops you cold to the ground, and as the darkness swallows you up whole, you hear him speak again, that broken, mournful tone that tears at your heartstrings. 

“I’m sorry.”

Close your eyes, little frog. Drift off. The water’s nice and toasty.

[wk05-writes-yans]

Yan Vash moodboard hours

And an episode 12 version

[ladybyakuya]

COLD CLOUDS.

cws ✦ fem!reader,yandere!vash, yandere themes, highly dub-con, dead dove, dark content.

syn ✦ Vash was just jealous. Yeah. . . Yeah, that's what Nai told himself when he saw you in his brother's arms.

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Nai was always better than Vash, be it sports or academics. Although a sliver, Vash always felt that deep in his bones when everybody surrounded him to celebrate the victory, even after petty practice matches. Nai never admitted that in front of his beloved brother, he always brushed it off as an ordinary feat that anyone could achieve if they tried hard enough: he never wanted to admit his abilities; he never could. Why? Because it would break apart his brother's heart into pieces and in the life Nai has lived so far, he can wholeheartedly agree that it is not a good sight to behold or be a part of.

But there was one problem with Nai. He was not the good kind to have as a company. Everyone had come to know about it as time passed. He had an inducing effect on anyone and could coax people into doing things— sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes vile awful things. He had that puppy charm in him whenever he walked, talked, or simply breathed. It was irresistible for everyone. So, in that regard at least Vash was ahead of him, better than him, and maybe, just maybe you would choose him because after spending most of your time with Nai. He was sure that you would scoop him out of your life. Plus, no one sticks around him for a long time. That is why he always had so many friends. He is not a good influence after all. Why you ask? Well, because Vash can see it like a movie. How Nai will never realize how you feel about him and that will get your heart torn apart. It would be so classic of his brother.

Life turned upside down for all three of you at the advent of last semester, especially for Vash. You chose Nai as your roommate instead of Vash. He would sit at the edge of the bed, or just on the floor and watch you greet Nai with a soft peck on his lips. Even with the dorm rooms being separate you never felt that way. Vash always had full access to the room you shared with Nai. After a month or two he even got a key to your room. Not that you minded. You never minded his presence. He was warm and harmless quite the polar opposite fo his brother. With him around, the study sessions were fruitful, whereas with Nai, things were way out of hand at times. He always ended up demanding several varied quickies after finishing each assignment. Why ? because you were irresistible to him.

And Vash would agree with that even though they always lock horns on trivial things. While Nai just needed an excuse to make it too big for Vash to stay a little longer in your room Vash would chuckle embarrassingly and leave because you never interjected to save him rather than just shift your short-lived attention onto him. He sure talked back but not too much whenever you were around. It would make him miserable. You never tried to save him from Nai or had any slightest intent to act as his shield occasionally. If not for him, you could have done that for Nai. It’s not healthy for him to get angry on pesky little things. Besides, you love him, don’t you?

Vash knew what would tick Nai off and what would not. So, sometimes he would purposefully get Nai jittery just so he could have your eyes on him. The way he felt for you has always been dormant, at least he tried to keep it that way until he started to hear your moans late at night. It drove him insane with want so robust that he started to hate himself. Why didn’t you choose him? Should he change his hair? Is that the thing that sets him apart from his brother? It couldn’t be only just the one-inch difference in all sorts of things.

At the farewell party, things got way more haywire.

It was Nai who suggested the idea, that you two could stay in the dorm to celebrate intimately, aloof from the curious crowd. When Vash could not find you or Nai anywhere. He had to stand in front of every locked door to check if you two were busy fucking each other and went straight to your room after thorough checking, even upstairs.

As he opened the door with the help of a key, Vash saw you lying on the bed. Half of your torso was covered with a bedsheet while your bare back was in full display. With your eyes closed he assumed you were asleep. He could hear Nai humming in the shower and man! He gets loud at times when he does that. God he must have fucked you and fucked you good because you are sleeping.

Vash gets under the covers letting his forelimbs envelop your warm body waking you up a little. “God. you’re insatiable Nai.” You coo as you feel rough hands grabbing your boobs and squeezing them. His lips rest on the nook of your head and shoulders as he inhales your scent in an elongated intake of breath. God! Aren't’ you divine?

“Umm-hmmm.”

You are still so wet, even your pussy is so sloppy and warm from being freshly fucked that he had no issue sliding his throbbing cock inside you. The way you arched suggested against his cock suggests how you were ready for more as he started to rut in rough calculated full thrusts — pulling out his whole cock out of your pussy, barely letting his cock-head stay inside and plunging it inside you with full strength. You are getting louder and that’s good. Does Nai always leave you unsatisfied like this? God, he would take such good care of you if only you were his.

“Why did you put on clothes, Nai?” You ask as you place your palms on his, interlacing his fingers with his since he was squeezing way too hard on your boobs. Vash does not respond but rather keeps rutting into you till it makes you let out a weak whimper of agony. Nai has never been this rough with you. You turn your head ever so slightly and the crescent vision of one side of a familiar pair of round glass had your mouth hug open in distraught.

But Vash was faster than you. His hand covered your mouth keeping you from screaming. He could feel the desperation and terror in your trail of whimpering voice but it was too palpable to turn him on so he quickened his pace.

The sound of the shower ceases so does the light of the bathroom after a few seconds. When Nai comes out of the bathroom, freshly cleaned and naked, Vash locks eyes with his brother. Nai stands like a statue as he sees your pussy clenching around his brother's cock who is half stood on his knees with your back pressed against his chest. One hand around your chin and the other around your stomach as he straightens himself stretching your naked body a little further. One strong pull and you would not be so lively anymore. Nai would just lose it all and he would love to see that. A grin broke like a plague upon Vash’s face as he cums inside of you in an instant as you rake away your eyes from Nai unable to comprehend why isn't he doing anything? why is he just standing there? And then, for the first time Vash came to know that the fruit of jealousy could be sweet too when you put your lips on his as Nai watched from afar.

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[icyowl]

NOW! Hear me out yandere vash {maybe throw in knives as the second yandere because may the reader show him human kindness or something like that} with reader like at first it's like a strange feeling to vash like ick but it started getting worse and worsening by time he know it his overprotective & possessive/obsessive over the reader and the rest is to you {And to throw in more drama to the flame make the reader related wolfwood so we have overprotective big brother! 👍} {+F!reader before I forget}

what's up!!

Now, yandere isn't my thing really..... but eh, who cares! Might as well get out of my box now and again:

Vash:

first are the thoughts. Like, he's thinking about you at all hours of the day. Food -- would you like if he got some for you? Sleep -- how are you sleeping? Are you cold or alone? Even in battle when he should be worrying about himself or others, he's only like where is she is she safe what if someone kidnaps her or takes her hostage I gotta find her help I'm fighting three bounty hunters and can't focus

At first he's a little put off because he has other things on his mind: his brother, saving the world, and staying alive, he doesn't have time for wandering thoughts. And like, why you? What is it about you that's special to him? why does he care what he does around you, or how he looks? Why is he insisting you put your tent next to his? Why does he want to offer the last bit of his food to make sure you're full? Why does he feel like he needs to see if his hair is the right kind of messy in any mirror he can find?

All it took was one time for you to wear his coat and do the dinosaur arms as a joke and Vash is gone. Now he does whatever he can to get and keep you in it: are you cold? You look cold, take my coat. It's sunny out, you should wear it to keep from getting sunburned. It restricts me, here, hold onto it for me. Oh, but I think you look so good in red. He daydreams about you in his coat. Maybe in only his coat.

It makes him feel like he's somehow got you wrapped up under his protection even if it's not really him exactly. Protective instincts go bbrrrrrrr

What was once a silly little quirk he had toward you has developed into a borderline problem. By now, he goes absolute gunslinger mode whenever someone tries to hurt you. He's pistol-whipping a guy across the face or shooting their weapon out of their hand before they can flinch or, if things get really spicy, he's even shoved the barrel into the mouth of a few guys, asking them to beg and swallow

And as Wolfwood's little sister, you bet your booty Nick and Vash are at each other's throats usually. Nick is being protective, but he also is genuinely creeped out by the way Vash looks at you. . . like he wants to devour you. More than once Vash has gotten on his last nerve and suddenly there's a six-foot-tall cross-shaped Gatling gun stabbed into the ground between you and Vash as some kind of barrier. Want a few extra holes, needle-noggin?

You've been the one unsullied thing in Nick's twisted, disgraceful life and he ain't about to let you out of his sight any time soon.

The one time they reconcile their differences is if someone manages to mess with you. Then it's on sight: Nick's got the high ground, Vash has the low ground, and suddenly the perpetrator-turned-victim has a gun to both his head and his kneecaps, or, if he's especially smarmy, right on his unmentionables. Their teamwork is breathtaking when they try.

You're the only one that can get them to back off or chill out, whether it be to strangers or each other. Occasionally Vash is so devoted and Nick is so belligerent that they end up in a flurry of fists and kicks in the sand, but in the end, they know when it comes down to it, they can rely on each other when it comes to you.

Kni

I'm not much into Kni, but I'll do my best

Doesn't like when you call him Knives. Everyone else has to, but you? NO. Kni is Kni is Kni, not Knives or Millions or psycho or anything else.

You get free reign of the entire complex. Ultimate security clearance.

Everyone knows not to step on your toes or Kni will see to it they aren't a problem for you anymore.

One time, you get roughed up by some underling and end up flat on your stomach on the ground. You try to get up, to fight back, but suddenly several bladed whips have dug into the ground around you, caging you in and protecting you from harm. You look over your shoulder to see Kni, positively bristling with anger.

Loves to run his knife-whip-things over your body. He'd never hurt you with them, he just likes touching you; using his own hands and arms feels too human.

Yeah. That's what I got. Hope you like!

[aliendigest]

Yandere Vash Headcanons

Minors DNI

I'm still deep in the Vash brainrot and I'm weak for yandere men so here we are. Keep in mind that Vash's character is such a pacifist it wouldn't be in his nature to be so unhinged and hooked on someone to the point of being yandere. Perhaps you're the exception?

-Vash wouldn't turn yandere for just anyone. It'd be someone who reminds him of Rem- someone caring, empathetic. A pacifist like him.

-Speaking of his pacifism, he wouldn't kill anyone for you. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't stalk you or scare away anyone who would potentially get close to you.

-He'd be methodical in his approach to you. Starting with watching you from across the bar. He'd follow you home and begin to pick up on little things about you.

-When he does decide to approach you, he'd act incredibly different than he'd feel on the inside. While in his mind he becomes obsessive, on the outside he'd be friendly, giving you any kind of attention you wanted.

-Once you two start dating however, things change

-Vash would absolutely love-bomb you without even realizing it. His affection would be suffocating. He'd want to be with you every second of the day.

-Vash would stop at nothing to protect you from the dangers of his reputation. Even if he believed you were capable of holding you own, he'd try and deflect danger off of you whenever possible.

-In bed, he would go crazy every time he heard you beg. He'd want to believe even for a second that you wanted him as desperately as he'd want you.

-Speaking of sex, he'd always be down. Anything to be as close to you as possible.

-As time would progress, Vash would start with the mind games. His words would turn from loving and genuine to confusing and obsessive.

-Anyone who would look at you funny would be on Vash's shitlist. If he believed the person to be any sort of threat to you or to his grip on you, he'd do almost anything to get them out of his way.

-Even after dating, you'd notice things of yours would go missing. Your clothes, personal care items would show up in different spots or disappear completely.

-You'd try bringing this up to Vash but he'd deny it and claim he hasn't ever seen the item your talking about.

-If Vash ever lost you (either death or breakup) he'd fully lose his mind. That could very well be what makes him snap. I could see him taking the life of your murderer.

[doodleferp]

Swap AU Vash? Swap AU Vash.

[snowywolf1005]

KNIVES X (PLANT FEMALE READER X VASH) Headcanons: You're a plant, and you can fuse, sing to heal the planet like vash. If you're pregnant, your baby will be powerful and to be an immortal. When knives find out how powerful you are. he kidnaps you.

"VASH! VASH!!" y/n scream, looking for vash. She hears a footstep behind her, y/n trun around and see a shadowing fingers.

Coming towards her, "vash!?" y/n called, but it wasn't vash it was legato.

"Knives!?" Y/n question. Y/n blood was frozen, ger heart, she tried to run away. She was knocked out.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n," a stranger voice. She opened her eyes to see knives holding her, y/n try move away from knives. "What are you doing!?" She yelled at knives,

But knives grabbed y/n. "What, mhm!?" Knives kissed y/n in her lips, y/n push him. "Why? Why? Why did you kidnap me!?"

Knives didn't say anything. He touched y/n belly to see she was pregnant, and he grinned.

Y/n knows what is going on here.

He thinks he got her pregnant by kissing her, but the baby is not a knives baby.

It's vash, baby. She has to wait till vash comes back and saves her. But first, y/n have to care for her baby, but knives didn't know he's the father.

William and elendira took y/n with them, y/n belly grew a little bit bigger, "So what you gonna name your baby? Mrs. y/n?" Elendira, ask.

"I'm not quite sure, cause I don't know if the baby is a girl or a boy, what are you taking me?" y/n question. The door opens to see all the baby creatures, she was shocked.

"What do you want from me?" Y/n question William.

"Well, William gonna put me a tube to make powerful, but needs powerful person. And that will be YOU, y/n," Elendira answered,

"But why me?". "Because y/n, you're more powerful, better than knives and vash, and your baby will be perfect for my creations. You can actually heal yourself. We have never seen a female plant transform like the other plants," William answered.

"Now y/n get in the tube like the other tube like the other plants, and also take off your clothes." Elendira ordered.

Y/n get in the tube, transformers into a plant. And fall asleep. 'Vash, please come back, I need you'

[thoughtsat3amconstantly]

I saw your post on platonic yandere knive and I love it. It gets real boring to see only plantcest, but may I offer an idea for yandere knives who's not only a platonic yandere for Vash, but also a yandere (romantic) for Vash darling who is empathetic and doesn't hate knives and is understanding of his questionable philosophy about human beings.

Here's the scenario that I had in mind : Vash darling has been with Vash for a long time, long enough that Vash told them about knives, the plants and Rem(Vash also using his past to keep his darling with him) . Instead of being disgusted, they are understanding about the situation and stay with him. And as we all know knives love to stalk his little brother and took a liking to darling. His impressed by they loyalty to Vash and sees why his little brother is so in love with them. So what better idea is not only to kidnapp Vash, but also his darling to help him keep to stay put. When Vash is misbehaving his punishment is less time with darling and Knives gets to spent more time with darling and slowly becomes more obsessed with darling. Now knives has not only one person to protect, now he has two, which he doesn't mind.

This is as much comes to my mind and I hope you also like the idea. I'm sorry everyone, but I cannot choose between knives and vash. I love both of them so much. 😭

Thanks if you took a look at the ask. Hope you have a great day or night.

I kind of like your idea.

Here’s what I imagine:

Vash was not happy at the fact that not only was he captured by Knives, but you as well! He did not what his brother to get ahold of you for fearing that he would hurt you or worse.

Every time Vash tries to escape or upset his brother by acting out of line, he splits him up from you. You’re at the mercy of Knives when that happens, so you try to not make him agitated or angry in hopes of him ignoring you for the time being.

Knives would at first ignore you, as he had a lot to do. After a while he became more curious of you. He wanted to know what made Vash so drawn to you. Naturally he asked questions about you, where you were from, and how you met Vash. The more you two talked, the more Knives became drawn to you too.

Eventually he became more caring towards you. While Vash was glad that you were okay, he was really annoyed that his brother was getting waaay to close to you for comfort. You were not for Knives! You were for him only! And he didn’t like humans! WTF??!

In all honesty Knives came off as a tsundere yandere towards you (you can look at it as like romantically or platonically) after being drawn towards you. Anyone who witnesses Knives’ interaction with you will put it as either confusing, or funny.

Vash is desperately trying to escape, which results in punishment of being split up from you, in turn giving more time to spend with Knives. It’s a vicious cycle.

At this point, you just want some peace and quiet after dealing with their shenanigans and bickering about you spending time with who more. Knives crew sometimes hide you from both brothers as to hopefully get them to stop bickering and getting back on track. Sometimes they question their life choices as to how they got into this situation.

Either way, you’re not leaving either brothers side. You’re pretty much stuck with them.

A/N: Sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I hope you like it tho! Also, you’re like my first ask too! I was pretty excited!

[shadow-trickster]

Slightly old digital art because I was trying it out when I downloaded Ibis Paint X for a Halloween event

[thoughtsat3amconstantly]

Really solidifies the point that I keep making.

He’s a yandere (platonically) for his brother.

He just wants his brother to be safe

Even if he has to go to the extremes for that

Millions Knives - thoughts

warnings: episode 9 spoilers

Naï was born first. He is the older brother.

He is auto-sufficient, clever, a leader…

He wouldn’t accept a single weakness just to be strong enough to protect his little brother, teach him, guide him…cause Vash is so naive, so trustful, so vulnerable, so kind…

with humans…But humans cannot be trusted. They hurt everything they touch. They’re so simple, so cruel…plants can do easily whatever humans do but better, why would Vash need them?

Because humans are death. Plants are their slaves. They should end this…No, he must. Cause Vash likes humans too much. He is being manipulated, he doesn’t see what he sees, he doesn’t understand…Naï is going to set him free. From her, from every human. Forever.

And maybe Vash didn’t want this, maybe it’s too much for him…but he is a sensitive soul, every little thing is too much for him. This was necessary. Eventually he would back to him, to Naï, so he can keep him safe as it always should have been.

Cause that’s what brothers do, they take care of each other.

And although after five years Naï was all alone…it seems Vash moved on and now he has a new family and a place to go back…with humans…

Again? The ones who are killing their kind…How can he be such a fool?

But his big brother can wake him up.

Because Vash is little, so weak…He needs him, cause Naï has always been the strong one, the smartest, the greediest…Vash couldn’t do anything without him…and Naï would do everything so he can have his little brother next to him, safe…even against his will…

Because humans…they’re the enemy…they’re the killers…they’re murdering all the plants and now they want to take his brother away from sanity, away from safety…away from him.

No, they can’t.

Cause Vash is all he has. And Naï won’t loose him. Not again. No matter the cost.

But…

After all this time, after all he did for him…

Vash is still on human’s side.

How can it be? Naï is right, is Vash the fool who is wrong. And he will open his eyes soon or later. He just has to wait for him to be by his side with the other plants.

But after all these years, he has the same revolver? That has to mean something…

Vash hasn’t forget his decision just like Naï hasn’t either.

The plant? Is this is THEIR plant? A plant being an object for humans? Enslaved by them?

Really Vash, which side are you on?

And now you dare to shoot your big brother?

Really?

Really…?

[jadeoru]

psst! hey! wanna see something scary?

ya know that new movie coming out soon? i heard it was based off of a true story! apparently they never solved the case… how about we try?

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i heard the cause of death was murder! the cops never found the culprit, but apparently the suspects were:

sakusa, akaashi, iwaizumi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, kiyoko, kuroo, suna, gojo, geto, shoko, choso & vash the stampede!

sorry if ur fave isnt here, i probably just dont like them/dont know how to write for them!

have you discovered who the killer is? awesome! lets move on to the weapon they used!

★ . knife (smut)

★ . rubber duck (fluff)

★ . poison (angst)

★ . gun (hurt/comfort)

now that that’s out of the way, i wonder why they did it? lets figure out their motive.

★ . anger (enemies to lovers)

★ . jealousy (love triangle)

★ . love (yandere)

★ . accident (friends to lovers)

★ . framed (fake dating)

★ . insanity (forced proximity)

phew.. i think we covered everything. case closed! (unless there’s something you forgot to add?) thank you for the help!

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completed: 0/11

01: after hours - kiyoko shimizu.

02: close call - shoko ieri

03: like or like like? - gojo satoru

04: out for blood - sakusa kiyoomi & iwaizumi hajime

05: are they gonna fuck or fight? - akaashi keiji

06: dripping rose - suguru geto

[seiii-lnd]

Caleb Release

TW: Yapping

Since the game's release, Caleb's character has been a gold mine for arguments within the community and a testament of how cultural differences can cause you-know-what. But we won! And that's what matters... until his recent homecoming announcement yesterday.

Based from the latest PVs, I am worried about the devs doing a 180 degrees flip on his character. I personally do not sit well with the Myojin Aki vibe (you-know-what, don't ask), but I fw the part where's he's somehow Bucky/Vash the Stampede.

The trailer is good but I just hope they don't make him go full on yandere mode as people would definitely misunderstood his character. A little bit of red flags are okay, but I hope he will NOT pull off a Toma istg. He was introduced as the dependable easygoing gege, and I hope they kept that part of his character in his homecoming since that's one of the reasons why some players were pushing for him to be an LI last year.

His cards are top tier so far. It's really giving off that boy-next-door archetype so I can at least assume that we will still have the dependable gege from Chapter 4. The brown uniform he has on one of his 4-star cards is also giving Cillian Murphy from The Edge of Love.

For the lore, I think he's been secretly hiding his affection for MC since then. It was blatantly obvious from Chapter 4 (when they had an argument), his longing and concern were certainly genuine.

He's an anti-villain!

Caleb is at the other end of the Sylus stick (anti-hero). A Colonel is a high field-rank in the airforce, but there are still people above that rank. Following the military chain of command, it's most likely that he's working under a general's order or someone with high political power or influence which might explain the red flags in the teaser. It seems like Caleb has a military code of conduct to follow which may include a different treatment to trespassers (which MC may have done) or any opposition. Judging by how he can easily switch up between Colonel and Caleb in the trailers, it's possible that he's being controlled (not literally) by outside forces.

In retrospect, Sylus' release was also met with a huge hype about what seemed to be a "dark romance brat taming daddy" who's very possessive and into BDSM. But Sylus is not what most people expected him to be.

Overall, we were only given a glimpse of Caleb from the teasers right now. Currently, there is not enough material to further digest his character and making assumptions on his whole personality based on snippets is not really a pleasant idea.

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ MOLASSES

tw. incest, noncon to dubcon, size kink, belly bulge, a lot of praise, breeding, creampie, corruption, lotta emotions and tears, ? yandere, soft service dom! vash wordcount. 5k

a/n. if you don't watch this show please please give it a try it's grEAT ♡♡♡ I don’t know anything other than the first 8 episodes of Trigun, so there will be spoilers or references from those, but nothing else! So if you’re also watching the show for the first time you are safe. I’ve just gone off of the backstory we know so far and personal interpretation, so some things might turn out to be a little out of character in the future. ♡♡♡ hope you liKKEE it i loVEEE love these charas already im gonna cry

vash the stampede x fem!reader

The dust that tickles your neck makes breathing heavy, sluggishly treading through layers upon layers of sand. The blanket of dust also catches the light of the sun, casting everything in a stunning brilliance while drowning out the horizon. It stings, and your feet burn with every step- you wipe a sloppy hand across your forehead, but remain just as sticky, hot and gross. All things that- in the long run- don’t matter. Or won’t matter once you’re done here.

The sand shifts under your feet, and makes the climb even slower.

Only a few more steps. You take a deep breath, and watch the scene unfolded before with a heavy feeling that makes your empty stomach churn. At the bottom of the wave of sand, the big metal cruiser stands shimmering violently under the midday sun— smoking, abandoned if the footprints are anything to go by, and recognizable. You trip your way down the mountain of sand with heavy legs, sinking down every few steps as you look around.

The faint shape of a town remains at the edge of your vision. It’s far, but not impossibly so. You wouldn’t like to do it by foot, though, can’t imagine anyone would. The vehicle, while glowing with heat, is valuable enough not to leave even its wreckage behind. And the person you’ve been trailing is no fool. If you had any energy left, that would set off more alarm bells then it does. But you still unholster your gun, the metal heavy in your hands as you raise it towards the door nearest to you. It would be safe to assume they’ve gone, and their numbers aren’t great enough to leave people lingering.

Your breathing is tight as you wipe your hands on your clothing again, one by one, and make it the last bit down in a jog. The town doesn’t look particularly rich or well-populated, but any town out in the middle of nowhere like this one, has one thing of value.

The door of the vehicle clinks mechanically as it slides open, and the engine of the vehicle blows a long, whistling noise— and your aim is perfect as you freeze up. It reveals a set of stairs into the upper deck, but you simply glare, and after a few seconds, put on a slight frown. “You can come out now.”

Your voice is steadier than you imagined it would be.

There was a time where you longed fondly for the reunion, you suppose, nights by the campfire, in other people’s company. It was impossible not to, foreign as you were to the world. Wondering where and how you belonged, if you were missed, or needed. But it’s been years… too many years, and things have changed.

And yet, his voice sounds exactly how you remember it when it comes from within the metal cage- just out of your view. “That’s awfully distant.”

“Come out or I’ll riddle this hack of shit full of bullets and leave you stranded out here,” you say now, peering through the scope along the heavy barrel, and cocking it once. “Now, Nai!”

There’s a soft chuckle, and then feet that gracefully slide down the stairs into view, each step slow and steady and confident. You expect nothing less. The white cape obstructs most of him from your view, so you don’t dare blink— until at last, he jumps down onto the shifty sand, both hands raised. “That’s Nai niichan to you, isn’t it?” It’s unbearable. The low tones of his voice are just present enough not to allow you to slip into thought, but you find yourself tearing up regardless. He’s still sickeningly perfect, light hair sweeped away from his forehead, brows soft and straight, and a smile to pierce straight through your heart.

Whatever type of restraint you convinced yourself you could have if you saw him again, seems to evaporate with the sun flares that burn above. Instantly. And though you had time to prepare yourself, the last few hours of catching up to him aren’t enough for the onslaught of emotions that crash over you as you aim that barrel straight at his face. “Cut the shit. You don’t get to talk your way out of this, not this time.” Your voice cracks, and you bite your lip. “I wasn’t expecting to pick up on your tracker this far out…” Or at all. But maybe it shouldn’t surprise you that the eldest expected you to give up on him. Given he gave up on you, too. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Not here.” At your glare, his mouth corners twitch, and he lulls his head to the side. “I’m alone, baby sister, I promise. I sent them into town to handle business. You understand.”

The quip gets under your skin, and you’re sure he knows, but you narrow your eyes, and tighten the finger on the trigger as Nai waits. For what, you’re not entirely sure. There’s so much to say, too much for a single person’s lifetime, but you know your eldest brother. He’s strong, and shifty just as much as the sand he plays around in; and he’s most likely just entertaining you. You know that. “I should just kill you right here and now,” you end up mumbling. Sand scratches the metal of the cruiser, and the ticks of the dust hitting the surface grow louder.

“I don’t even get a chance to explain myself?” The joyful melody of his voice is everything but normal, and you want to scream, and kick and cry until it stops being so damn grating, but you can’t. You hate him. You hate him, don’t you? “How cruel.”

You snap. Voice full volume and angry, you don’t even feel the way it stings between breaths as you bark out what needs saying. “This isn’t a game, Nai! It’s been five years, and that’s all you have to say for yourself?! Explain what?!” Your vicious anger makes your entire face feel hot, burning with an entirely different purpose. “Explain how you took him away from me?! Why? What did niichan ever do, except give you chance after chance to make things right?!” All those years of your grief that built up into a ball of resentment can’t be stopped with a simple confrontation. You knew that going in. But it suddenly all comes out like a dam that’s been shattered, and floods everything else.

“And I’m to blame?”

“You killed him!” you burst, glaring so hard your eyes might make him drop dead on the spot. “He was all I had left! But you just can’t let things go! And you took him- y-you took him from me, and I’m here to make you pay.” The dry chuckle isn’t unexpected, but it still hurts. And you find yourself fighting back the very real urge to make him hurt just the same- simply taking a deep breath instead.

“Careful. Your favoritism is showing.” The white jacket rustles unnervingly in the wind, as the howling picks up in volume. It seems to thump in the same rapid rhythm your heartbeat is, and Nai raises a brow. “You’re no idiot, so I’ll assume you came with a plan. But little sister or not, even you have to realize that if I want you dead, it won’t be much of a challenge to make that happen. You’d do better trying to get along with me and show some forgiveness.”

The cold, calculated way he throws it out between you two is almost laughable. Like it’s even a choice. Like you were ever given any other choice than revenge, when he left you out here to die. Stranded, alone, with the only family you have left… “I’ll never forgive you,” your lips move, kissing the words— and wonder if you mean them. You don’t think you do, not really. But you want to either way, be it out of spite, or some sense of justice. No one could say he didn’t have it coming. “Never.” You bite back a sniffle, to caress the trigger tighter even—

a name.

your name.

called out like a gentle caress, or a brush along your cheek.

Your teary eyes focus on the movement at the top of the stairs quicker than you can process that the voice isn’t Nai. He wasn’t alone, and he lied- he always does, the child in you chants- but the voice… is familiar. Too much so. It sets every hair on your body up on end despite the heat, as a few steps sound on the metal stairs. Boots, a red coat, and you stumble back. The gun lowering automatically, dropping to the floor as heat floods your face. Heat in the form of tears, rolling thick down your cheeks. Nai barely moves, but you’re shaking as your other brother kicks up some sand and smiles, kind and wide and wholly him.

“Hey, little sister.”

Absolute disbelief floods you as you watch Vash, your Vash, stand side by side to his twin— and for a moment, you wonder if the heat got to you after all. But he moves, and though Nai moves to keep him from approaching, before you know it you can feel warm hands on your face; stroking your teary eyes and keeping you from totally collapsing. “Vash? Vash- niichan-” Your voice fails you as his blue eyes close and his matching nose bumps yours pressing his forehead to yours; and everything fails to make sense. “But I- I thought- you were dead, you were dead- I kn-” You pull back to look at Nai, then Vash, then Nai again.

The two people you had spent the last five years mourning— your kin, your blood; without grievances, alongside each other. “I looked for you.” Your own voice takes you aback with the thought. Because it’s true. You looked. Everywhere. Every sign, every possible option, you had dug for years on end to find nothing- “I checked … everything, if you reached out to me anywhere, I would have heard- I-”

You shouldn’t feel ice cold to the touch, eyes stinging as the wind picks up- but you dare glance up at your brother again- and he’s still quiet. Regretful. Sorry. The familiarity you find in those baby blues suddenly feels miles and miles away, and you take a staggered step back. It’s funny, really. “You knew.” You were always the temperamental one of the three, and you always felt more strongly than Nai did, you knew that for sure. But you used to kid yourself in saying Vash understood; as kids tend to do.

Realization hits you square in the face. “You knew I was tracking you, and you made me think-” The words die in your throat. “You left me out here. You left me to die out here. Y- to join him?!” Your head hurts, and spins, and you suddenly feel like you’re sinking into the floor with the full weight of that. Though either of them haven’t spoken yet, the silence is proof enough. It makes you sick, it burns on the way down, and you almost feel your stomach climb up into your throat.

“I had no choice, every second I didn’t- you were in danger,” Vash starts, reaching for you again, and you smack his hand away as hard as you possibly can.

“I thought you were dead! And not only did I not know, you didn’t even try. Both of you just left me-” By now, you’re barely breathing; the short, gasped hiccups aren’t enough to bring oxygen back into your system— you reach for your disposed gun to whip it back up at your brother’s face— as your frown digs so deep into your tear-ridden expression it aches. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill both of you.”

Nai only stares as your barrel goes to press against his twin’s forehead, but Vash— you suppose you were always three sides of the trifecta. If you had the temperament, and Nai nii the logic, Vash would be the emphatic one out of you all. Because even with your heavy duty gun right between his brows, his sad smile as he reaches for your cheek doesn’t fail; and he leans into you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your shaky breath isn’t enough, and you pull up your runny nose as you look back at Nai.

His beautiful face, and the quiet, tender look that passes— before the icy cold returns. “We don’t have time for this, Vash.” A mechanical click is so loud and heavy and piercing, a split second before you feel something hit the back of your head hard, and the world goes dark.

+

The room is quiet, apart from the slight ruffle of the sheets with his breathing, and yours against him. Ship Three rumbles at night, like a large beast settling down- it always keeps you up longer than you want it to. Keeps you from dreaming, too. But even in the darkness, there’s other soft noises you recognize like they’ve been coded into your brain, like the way he yawns and drapes an arm around you. These were the good days. Childishly unworried and awfully clingy. His voice is soft when he hums, and digs his chin a little deeper into the top of your head. “Not gonna sleep?”

“‘m trying,” you nod back, and nuzzle your face into his collarbones a little more. Your lashes brush the rough fabric of his shirt each time you blink, and shuffle, before eventually the hand creeps up to lovingly pet along your hairline. Vash’s eyes are half lidded when you dare to cast a glance upwards, but even the slightest bit of light gives them a warm, impossible shimmer. It’s home, and you find yourself clinging onto him a little tighter. The only sense of comfort you can allow yourself when the rest of the ship still feels so hostile, and you two- foreign.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers, and even in your childlike innocence, it takes you aback a little. There’s only a few things you can think of that keep you up at night, right? Worries you and him share, should both be concerned about. You never bring it up, though. Because he doesn’t either, and what big brother says, goes. But you are not nearly as unaware as a child of your age should be. And you worry about tomorrow. If Luida and Brad decide to kick you two out at one point, if… 

No, when Nai niichan returns from his shallow grave. And you know he will. It’s only a matter of time.

“Can’t I come with you tomorrow?” His embrace is just tight enough to make you believe the promise you make every time you go to bed. “Everyone else but never each other,” you parrot, dutifully searching for his other hand to link your fingers with, “right?”

Vash stares for a moment longer, before a smile comes up onto his lips. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “That’s right.” We can lose everyone else. You’ve always believed your big brother. Trusted him implicitly, and without second thought, always. But for the first time in years, your throat closes up a little as your fingers tighten into fists of his shirt, and your desperate grip on him seems to be failing you. There’s no choice. There’s nothing else left to save.

+

Your head doesn’t hurt as much as you realistically know it should, when you come to. You groan, and your eyes slowly flick open to the sight of steam, and an intense heat that envelops you head to toe. The warmth of water all around your sore muscles is, by all accounts, a royal treat. Even the upper echelon has a hard time getting enough water to run a bath— and it splashes all around as you right yourself in the bath and try to come to. The first thing you notice is the shape of someone hovering near the doorway, and you wrap your arms around your upper body with a sneer.

Nai’s light hair is longer than it used to be. Of course, you don’t remember that much of the lean, skittish boy he used to be way back when, but you had pictures of the years you were too young to remember any more vividly. And when Vash died- when he left you- you barely got a glimpse of Nai before he vanished back into thin air.

The water is hot enough to make everything feel languid and soft and you have to fight yourself a little to raise an arm out of the water to go and grab for a towel. One that Nai snatches out of your reach, tossing it instead over the sink with a little lift of his brow. “Don’t be a brat. You probably haven’t had a bath in years, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

You have no smart quip back to that, because you do of course, and instead let out a long breath. “Did you undress me?” Your eyes slide just quickly along his form-fitting white suit before tightening your arm around yourself. Along with your legs crossing, your spine straightens as he keeps his eyes on you too intently.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before when we were kids.”

Your dry chuckle fills the room only just. “It’s not the same as when we were kids, niisan. Not even close.” If he actually considers that fact, he sure doesn’t show it on his face, and the silence grows even tighter and more tense as you wait. After a few uncomfortable seconds, Nai turns his back on you to open the door.

“Vash, she’s awake.” If anything, that’s worse. You’d much rather spend another uncomfortable eternity stewing in your disdain for the eldest, than have to face Vash right now. But Nai doesn’t care, of course— and the slight shuffle outside of the large bathroom makes you want to sink into the water and resist the urge to come up for air. The two switch spots, and then the door is closed, and you’re trapped here again.

He calls your name so gently you almost think you imagine it, but it still tickles all the way up your spine with longing. And anger, and regret, all balled into a mess that is at risk of spilling over again at any moment. “How are you feeling?” His voice breaks the bubble. And you look to him despite everything, because you’re nothing if not trained to rely on him. It’s all you’ve ever known, and being betrayed doesn’t make that habit any easier to swallow. “Are you still hurting?” His cheeks are flushed over as he crouches down, and shuffles a little closer to the edge of the bathtub.

“Stop patronizing me, Vash. I don’t want your help.” You might say that, but you and him both know better. He says it out of genuine worry. The only problem is, you don’t want his fucking worry. You want him to plead for your forgiveness and explain and give you reasons to forget that you’re upset. You want his crocodile tears to wash away the fact that you’re hurting— and as long as you don’t get any of that, how can you forgive? His fingers reach out to grip along the back of your head and feel, and though you feel a very slight soreness, it’s mainly the casual way he touches you that sets you off. “Get your hands off of me.”

And then you’re crying, pulling up your nose against the wetness spilling out of your stupid, childish expression- and Vash, as he always does, goes even more familial and comforting. “Oh, my little girl, shhh- it’s okay. I’m so sorry, I am, c’mere.” He tosses his sweater aside to stand and move you out of the deepest part of the bath and makes room for himself, kicks off his socks, and slides in behind you. Uncaring about the fact that he’s in a shirt and boxers, he comes into the hot water and pulls you right back into him, and you don’t have the willpower to do anything but let him. “Big brother’s got you, shhh, shhh. I’m right here.”

You hate that it is comforting. You hate that you like the closeness.

And in the way you turn to press your face to his cheek, or how his arms fit around your curled up position in his lap, there’s a soft press between your brows that he fills with gentle kisses, where he runs his mechanical hand along the length of your thigh over and over again. And when you look up at him, Vash’s baby blues glint over, and he dips his head to be even closer to you. Close enough to feel his breathing on your face, and- have his lips pressing against your mouth. He lingers, knocks his forehead with yours, before the warmth returns and stays, and this time it heats your body up from the inside out.

“Niichan,” your voice breaks the silence, and he wraps his arms even tighter around you. Uncaring of the fact that you’re, his smallest sibling, is naked in his lap. Or well— you don’t dare think of any other option for his prodding and touching, happy to just live and let live for now. You’ve never been entirely ordinary in this world, after all, and… by virtue of proximity, it’s so easy to fall back into the role of the all adoring little sister. The press of his hips under yours is distracting when he shuffles, but eventually starts kissing down your neck.

“I never meant to leave you, I promise. Nai came to find me- and he forced me to join- I wanted to look for you, I swear, I went back- but Nai thought you wouldn’t … forgive him- and that you’d only be in more danger.” It goes in one ear and out the other. All you know is that your skin is so cold wherever his hands leave their traces, and that you don’t want him to stop touching you. You want him to say it. “Please forgive me. Please. I am so sorry.” His eyes are always so pretty when they’re aimed your way.

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The bed sheets are cold when you land on top of them, Vash climbing over your body and running his lips down your neck and chest all the way down your belly. There’s something so high and out-of-this-world about the way he touches you, and clings to you, and you want to drown in it more than anything. But there’s just the one problem— He tosses the towels aside, and squeezes the soft plush of your thighs as he kisses you and his tongue opens your mouth again. “S- Love me,” he breathes into the kiss, before growling when your leg hooks around his thighs to pull him closer, “say you love me.”

The one problem that rears it’s ugly head as you watch your brother grab at your waist and scan your naked body before him like you’re just anyone- like- Your breathing hitches, and you shake your head. “No, no no no, wait, niichan.” You barely got a second to come to terms with the fact that you’re near him again, and barely one more to have him descending on you- that you didn’t stop for a second to think. This is your brother, and as much as your body might lie and say that it’s not so bad, you know better. He knows better. “Vash nii, no, we can’t. We can’t.” Your breathy moans of his name aren’t enough, and dragging a hand through his hair and tugging for good measure isn’t either.

He’s already panting and flushed above you, and tastes your mouth again as he spreads your thighs. “Oh, come on, imouto, please. Just lay back, lay back for me.” You try to push at his shoulder, but he only presses back harder, and stares at the point between your two bodies. Where his hard cock is dripping pre and the tip flushed red between his muscular thighs. It makes your tongue squirm in your mouth, as the cold glass of his hand comes to grip your jaw and he kisses and moans and does all of it without thinking. “Please, little sister, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much.”

His body lowers to yours, having his hard cock now brushing the top of your dripping pussy, heartbeat jackhammering against your ribcage like crazy. What is wrong with you? You know this can’t happen, know that the right thing to do is to shove him off and go to bed, but your body is so hot. He’s hot too, and so much different from what you knew him as— it fucks with your brain. Like a willfully forgiving haze that suffocates any sane thought. “Couldn’t get off without you, for five whole years,” he breathes, and kisses you, running his tongue along your ear and down your neck, “couldn’t do anything. I only wanted my little sister. Always- always wanted you.”

His other hand comes to trace random shapes on your tits, just barely brushing your nipples until they’re peaked and you have a cold shiver roll down your spine. “Don’t you want to be one with your big brother? Hm?” You do. Your arms instinctively reach up to wrap yourself around his back and feel his heartbeat against yours, larger shape basically crushing you into the bed. But it’s okay, and the way he rolls his hips against your waist, cockhead kissing the sloppy, needy entrance of your cunt- feels so fucking good. You can’t. Your head is shaking ‘no’ even though he pants your name and lines up to slide the swollen, ruddy tip between your bottom lips.

“We can’t, we can’t, niichan. It’s not right.”

“Shhh,” he squeezes your face before kissing you again, then flicking your nipples between expert fingers until your pussy is basically sucking him in itself, and your trembling legs slot over his calves. “I’d never want to leave my baby sister behind, how could you even think that.” The breathy admission is paired with a sloppy kiss above your heart, before he sucks the soft of your tit into his mouth and laves his tongue over your peaked bud. Then his hips roll again, and with a soft hiss, his heavy, hot cock slides into you. You should fight. You should run out of here. Should’ve never tried to find Nai to begin with.

But you moan as his heat fills your walls and he bucks slowly into you with unadulterated adoration, and tug at his blond head of hair for support. “Niichan, Vash niichan, no, no, y- can’t be inside me. Get out~” The out sounds more like a moaned ‘aw’, as his cock slides inside inch by inch and stretches you.

It aches. Every touch is more heated than the last one, and your nails automatically dig into the skin of his back as he bottoms out and tries to settle in your heat, tight little pussy barely big enough to fit all of him. Your eyes flick up to his face, and he laughs a little absentmindedly when you tear up. “Oh, fuck, you’re so tight. M- fucking my baby sister’s pussy- holy shit. I’m gonna move, m’kay?” It hurts and stretches you inside in a way that shouldn’t feel good, but it does, it does, you want to cry. He kisses sloppily onto your mouth and cheek, before groaning, “m’gonna -fuck.” The lewd sound of your cunny squelching as he pulls back and grabs himself at the base, pushing back in with a long moan— it’s so much.

But you’re entranced, totally sky-high with the way he looks above you, and over you. “Ah, ah, ah, nii~chan, I can’t, I-” you struggle to stay still under so much pleasure, hips jerking and your entire body pulling taught like a bow. “Vash nii~” Ever devoted, he blushes and groans your name and whispers to you, sliding in and out of you and pushing your thighs open further. With each pump, you’re a little further gone. With each pump, he seems to fill more of you, making your pussy drip all over the fancy, soft sheets. Your hands reach back to fist into the satin when he lays a final kiss onto your mouth, and rights himself to drape one of your legs over his shoulder, using his body weight to fuck harder and deeper— every pap, pap, pap sliding the bed back and forth in the dark.

And you choke on it, on your tears and spit and all the words that don’t make it out of your mouth; it keeps your head in a blissful cloud. One that has you slicking all over his cock as he fucks in and out, with rapid, rhythmic abandon. He’s so pretty. He’s so fucking pretty, is all you can think as he hoists your hips up with a hum and grinds his cock slower and deeper against your plush walls. “Oh, f-look at that. I can see myself through your belly, baby. Fu—ck.” It’s true. When you look down, he’s pressing on a little pouch that looks more raised than it should, and the push makes your pussy clench even harder around him.

“Niichan, n-niichan- that feels weird. S-stop.” He doesn’t, and the high blush on his cheeks and ears goes even more flushed when his eyes meet yours and he goes to wipe the tracks on your cheeks away.

“S’okay. I’m gonna take care of you, I swear ‘t. Ack, you’re so pretty, so fucking good.” His hand goes to change grip on your lifted thigh, while the other rubs sloppy circles at the top of your needy pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Your legs lock around him, and you grab at him arm in order to slow him down, but he simply shakes you off and spits onto your pussy for good measure. “You can cum, it’s okay. Big brother’s cock feels good in here, right? In that tight, little pussy. Go ahead and cum, cum for me. I know you want to,” the words barely come in, only the way your feet tremble and your muscles go even tighter.

You’re clenching so hard around him he has to fight to keep up the solid rhythm of his thrusts, and moaning, and throwing your head back as your nails drag down his arm. “I- I’m cl- oh god, I wanna cum with you, niichan—” you cry out with a tiny voice, getting shut up by your own hand slapping over your mouth at the terrible admission. But it lingers in the air as his fingers speed up more, rubbing that puffy nub until your vision goes black and white and the tightly wound coil in your belly snaps. “Vash nii~chan- I love you, I lo-love you. Please,” your voice dies, letting Vash fuck you through your orgasm as your toes curl and thighs shake and he jackhammers his cock inside you.

He heaves you off the bed into his arms before you’re even done to have your arms around his neck, and matching hysterical heartbeats thumping against each other, as he kisses at your temple. “I know, I know, I know, baby. Niichan’s gonna give you what you want, hm? And then you’ll say thank you, and I’ll fuck you again.” The kiss is sloppy when it finds your mouth, tongue taking more than you can give in your current situation. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you again, hang on- shit, c-cumming. Love yo-mouto, love you, m’filling you up.”

As he moves your body up and down on his thick, slicked up cock like a doll, you can’t control the slick that runs down your thighs or the ruined expression— just that you cling onto him as the last twitches of your soft walls wrap around him like it’ll keep him right beside you.

With a last few punishing thrusts, all the hot cum from your big brother’s fat balls fills up your insides, pumping you full to the brim with heat. But you barely get a second to come down before he lets you back into the bed, and turns you over so you’re onto your knees, and his cold fingers push inside to plug you up a little more. “Gonna breed this little baby sister pussy, hah. That’s okay with you, right? I promise I’ll make it feel good, imouto.”  

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[shadowofroses]

Till I See You Again

Possible Reader x Nai Millions Knives.

Trigun Stampede into Trimax

Warnings: This itself is Gender Neutral Reader, Isekai alternate to another Isekai Idea I have where Zazie takes Reader to Nai instead of letting them go. Hints of Yandere Nai, Reader Sings. Tesla research, angst over Morals. If I forget something please let me know. I do intend to build on this more. Reader has experiments done on them , reader has no reason to sing this song, they just do.

Song used: Till I See You Again by Unsecret

943 words Chapter excerpt:

“Why am I a stranger, Lost in the Familiar….will I ever know~”

It’s not like you had much to do. It’s not your fault you got Isekaied into Trigun. Why couldn’t you have fall into Vash’s arms? No you had to fall into the world literally, being caught by a whirlwind of Worms.

Other than the blood tests among other things Conrad had performed upon you. As there had to be a Scientific reason why you were dropped into the world from a world long gone. Something was wrong with your blood work however, you wouldn’t be considered a Viable option as a ideal human, an attempt to perfect the Human race so that they could live independently of Plants all together.

“Running with my eyes closed, hunted by the shadows will they ever go?”

Due to your knowledge you were too valuable to let go. No they needed you locked up, well to an extent. You were free to roam the Ship. As long as you stayed out of the way there was no need to impose most things.

You were in the area where they had collected Surviving books from the Great Fall. You would call it a Library. You gazed through book after book Piecing together how things were the way they were, what happened to earth as a whole.

“I’m afraid...that I’m miles away from yesterday and I’m alone…”

As you sung to yourself in a slow, soft, and haunting way. You would have never thought that there were anyone else around. Seeing picture of Earth, the continents. Historical events leading up to it’s collapse. It really made you wonder...did you actually watch an anime, or were you thrust into the future somehow?

But how….was that possible? How was any of this possible?

“Can’t you see I’m right here? Locked inside the Nightmare...Like a memory?”

You would move on from subject to subject. Eventually you landed on the books on Plants. But...it wasn’t just Plants. But Independent Plants in general. Then...you found documents on Tesla…you really didn’t think you were supposed to find those. The tests they did on her...you couldn’t help but cry at that. Because, of course Humans would destroy another being to attempt to understand them...They stored her dissected body parts separately...but why?

“Whispers in the silence, madness in disguises...like an enemy.~”

You felt sick. Closing the book, disgusted. The more you read, the more you understood Nai, where he came from. His thought processes.

But no. You couldn’t let yourself think like that. There HAD to be some good in Humanity. Vash was out there trying to prove it. Granted you haven’t met Vash. But you knew him from the shows, from the Manga...well maybe known was a loose term…like Vash...you just had to believe there was some good in Humanity...Not quite because Rem sacrificed herself to. It...was hard to explain...

“it’s a cold and lonely road but I’m gonna hold on…..Till I see you again~”

You didn’t place the books back, instead you walked off, heading back to your quarters. A room Similar to what Vash was in when he was taken in after The Fall. You were distracted, that you didn’t even notice that you passed up Nai on the way out.

Nai himself was distracted. His eyes narrowed and followed your form. For one so painfully ordinary, your voice was haunting and beautiful when he heard it. It wasn’t a voice or a Melody he expected to ever have come out of your mouth.

Slowly he walked over to look at the books you were looking at. Old books on Earth were to be expected? Plants were probable. He froze at Tesla’s experiments and documents. Other than the obvious as to why they were there, his eyes narrowed. He saw water droplets beside the papers.

Hesitantly, he reached down, touching the droplets, and he raised it up to his nose. Salt...tears? You would cry for his Sister?

Why was he drawn to you? A Mere human?

It’s a cold and lonely road but I gotta hold on...Till I see you again~

Your voice, it echoed in his head. Who exactly did you want to see again? A lover back on Old Earth? Well you had to get over that. You were most likely never going to see Earth ever again. Not that Nai would let you go.

What makes you want to hang onto whatever it was you were holding onto? Why were you stubborn like his brother. Even going as far as trying to escape the ship under his watch. Why? You weren’t a stupid Human, you had remnants of intelligence. You knew this planet wasn’t Earth. There were two suns, it was hotter than the climate back on Earth. You would get sick, heat stroke, heat exhaustion, hyperthermia, among other things. You weren’t meant for this planet.

If anything you should be grateful he’s protecting you from this.

Till I see you again~

Your voice echoed as an ear worm. Nai frowned, as he moved deciding to do the one thing he could do and control at this present time. He walked until his bare feet took him to his organ. Sitting down, his fingers flew against the keys gracefully.

Closing his eyes his fingers played the notes before he could even think of what he was doing.

But with your voice in his head, singing the song you did earlier, he was playing the organ along with your voice playing on repeat in his head.

However something was missing...Oh, the musical notes he played were perfect. Everything Nai did was perfect. But still something was missing

He needed you.

[raitonsfw]

𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

navigation: about me. m.list. taglist form. kofi.

fandoms i will write for:

bungou stray dogs.

my hero academia.

attack on titan.

jujutsu kaisen.

demon slayer.

danganronpa.

black butler.

trigun.

characters i will write for:

bsd: osamu dazai. chūya nakahara. fyodor dostoevsky. nikolai gogol. sigma. ryūnosuke akutagawa. ranpo edogawa. edgar allan poe. atsushi nakajima.

mha: tomura shigaraki. tōya todoroki (dabi). keigo takami (hawks). kai chisaki (overhaul). shōta aizawa (eraserhead). tamaki amajiki (suneater).

aot: levi ackerman. eren jaeger. hange zoë. reiner braun. armin arlert. porco galliard.

jjk: satoru gojo. suguru geto. ryōmen sukuna. chōsō kamo. yūta okkotsu. fushiguro toji. nanami kento. mahito. higuruma hiromi. kashimo hajime.

ds: obanai iguro. tengen uzui. giyū tomioka. kyōjurō rengoku. muzan kibutsuji. akaza. douma.

dr: nagito komaeda. hajime hinata. izuru kamukura. makoto naegi. junko enoshima. mikan tsumiki.

bb: sebastian michaelis. undertaker. gregory violet. edgar redmond.

t-gun: vash the stampede. millions knives. nicholas d. wolfwood.

general rules:

yes; character x fem!reader. headcanons. sfw. nsfw. threesomes. sub/dom undertones. breeding kink. mommy kink. pegging/strap ons. sex toys in general.

dark content such as aphrodisiacs, cheating, degradation, blood play, corruption kink, yandere themes.

fantasy themes (faerie, mermaid, etc) and canon plot (ie, mha; quirk. bsd; ability. jjk; technique/sukuna's true form. dr; ultimate/talent. ds; breathing styles/demon blood art.)

no; incest. non-con. pedophilia. vore. watersports/scat. weight/body image. pet play. age regression. daddy kink. aged up minors.

maybe; omegaverse (specifically for atsushi and keigo).

general notes; hange zoë will be written afab with they/them pronouns. makoto naegi will be written as strictly submissive. junko enoshima, mikan tsumiki, & nagito komaeda i am willing to write male!reader for.

when requesting, please do include whether it is nsfw/sfw and afab!/gn!/amab! and a lil summary of what'd you like. if including multiple characters, please state which ones from that certain fandom.

i also will write in a last name-honorific format (ie; Dazai-san, Komaeda-kun, Aizawa-sensei (or just sensei), -sama/-chan/-senpai) if you guys prefer that in your request! Just let me know in said request and which honorifics you'd like.

also let me know if there's a specific nick/pet name you'd like for your character. (ie; fedya for fyodor, kolya for nikolai... i won't write the two with these names unless its specifically a fyolai x reader or if you ask for these names.)