#yandere vash the stampede

[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.

[after-witch]

A Family Picture [Yandere Vash x Reader]

Title: A Family Picture [Yandere Vash x Reader]

Synopsis: Vash always wanted a family. 

Word count: 2000ish

notes: yandere, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, pregnant afab reader, babytrapping

You thought you had known what it felt like to be shocked. 

You were shocked when you came home from school one day to find your aunt in your house, with a sad but patient smile on her face, and the news of your parents death in a shootout on her lips.

You were shocked when you found out that the man you’d been flirting with all afternoon was Vash the Stampede, quite literally the most infamous man (if he could be called a man, technically speaking) on the planet.

But this? This goes beyond being surprised or shocked. This is something you were not expecting, ever, and it feels like you’ve been held upside down and shaken for a good long while. And then some.  

“Miss?”

The doctor’s voice cuts unpleasantly through your shaking thoughts and you stare at him, feeling your gaze barely registering as you blink and blink and try to understand.  

“Thank you,” you murmur, and the paper in your hands crumples as you grip it tightly and rush to get dressed. You ignore the doctor’s request for a follow up, and his remark about bringing the father in for a consultation as well.

That thought made you chuckle, bitter and breathy, as you hurried out the door of the office. Christ. You couldn’t bring the father into the doctor. Not unless you wanted to get surrounded by scientists, at best, or locked away in some lab at worst. 

You had to get home. And then what? You didn’t know. 

All you know right now is… you would have to tell Vash. There was no way around it. 

You were pregnant with his child.

--

Vash’s expression doesn’t change for several long, agonizing moments. In those moments, your hand instinctively rests on your stomach. In anxiety. In desperation. In hope? You don’t know, you don’t know exactly how you feel about any of this. 

All you know is that you can’t stand that look of quiet contemplation on his face. The uncertainty, the worry, something else--disbelief? 

And then, just like that, his expression breaks and there’s a beautiful, soft smile and he’s looking up at you with tears in his tired eyes.

“S-Seriously? That’s what the doctor said? You’re not pulling a prank, are ya?”

You shake your head, feeling dumbfounded--feeling the tight coil of shock and anxiety begin to gradually unloosen.

“No, he…” You curl your fingers against your stomach. “He was pretty clear about it. He wants you to come in to see him, but um…”

Vash lets out a shaky laugh and runs his finger through his darkened hair. 

“I’m not too keen on that kind of attention, so I think we’ll keep to ourselves, huh?” His grin doesn’t quite smooth over the real danger associated with what’s happening, but it does help you feel a little better. 

You sigh, tired, beleaguered. And Vash is right there, pulling up one of the well-worn chairs you’d fished out from a dumpster a few weeks back. He slides it underneath you and helps you down, as if you’re already 9 months pregnant and need the help. 

You laugh a little bit. “Hey, I can sit down on my own, you know.

Vash waves you away, and looks at you with this bright tenderness that makes your heart twist. “Call me a worried father, I guess.” He pauses at his own words, and you can’t help but grin at the almost surprised look on his own face. 

He’s coming to the same realization that you’ve already dealt with; or at least, dealt with the initial shock: you’re going to be a parent. 

He looks serious, suddenly. “Just… let me take care of you, okay? You and the baby.” He leans down and wraps his arms around you. His words are muffled against your shoulder, but they come out clear enough. Clear and strained and protective. “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

His hug is too tight, but you don’t say anything. You’re too relieved that he’s excited about all this to care about anything else.

Later, you swear to yourself, you’ll ask Vash how this was even possible. He’d told you on the night you’d first made love that it was impossible for you to get pregnant from him, because of his biology. That’s why you’d never used protection. It seemed a pointless expense. 

Later, that question will come. But for now, you stroke Vash’s hair and let him hold you, and try not to worry about the future. 

--

After one, two would come. Not right away. 

Your daughter was about four when Vash brought up the idea of a sibling. You’d hesitated, if only because of Vash’s own history with his brother, which you still didn’t fully understand, because it was a painful subject that was best left untouched. 

“It’ll be good for her.” 

There was something so soft and sweet in his eyes, that it was easy to ignore the desperation in his tone. It was even easier to ignore the fact that you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted another child. 

It was… different, being a parent.  Especially with Vash, who was kind, of course, and loyal and protective. But it wasn’t like you could live an ordinary life together. He was too famous, his face plastered all over the world. 

And whenever his identity was discovered or someone came looking for him, the three of you had to pack up and move on, often quickly, leaving behind treasured items in the name of safety.

But he pleaded. He wheedled. He convinced you. It would give your daughter someone to play with, when she was lonely. Goodness knows she had enough of that, especially during the days when you had to keep low and didn’t dare let her play with anyone in whatever town you’d ended up in.

Sometimes--privately, in your heart--you debated leaving Vash. Taking your daughter and just leaving. It wasn’t like your face was famous, or hers. She would be safe. She would be normal. She would get to live an ordinary life where mom and dad didn’t hastily bundle her up with a few of her favorite toys and get the hell out of town in the middle of the night.

And you… would be normal too. It was selfish to think about that,  you knew. But you wouldn’t deny that you missed being able to live like a regular person, without the fear of people finding out who you were with, and who cared about you.

But could you leave him? He loved you. He loved her. There was no doubt about that. Every time you thought you made up your mind to leave,  you simply couldn’t. 

There would be no money in the jar for train tickets out of town, making it impossible to leave. Or your daughter would get sick, and you certainly couldn’t take her while she was ill. Or Vash would be exceptionally sweet that day and guilt would eat your thoughts up.

So… two came. And with two, the thought of leaving Vash seemed to ebb and flow, sometimes becoming unbearable and sometimes fading away to almost nothing. 

It wasn’t like you thought about it all the time. Just now and then. An occasional thought that you carefully weighed in your hands before putting it back on the shelf so it could gather dust for another few months.

You loved Vash, and you loved your family. God knows you did, and would always.

But Vash could be… a lot. Especially now.

He was overprotective to a degree that made you irritated. You weren’t allowed to get a job anymore, because he didn’t trust anyone else to watch over your children. If you made friends with a neighbor, he wanted to check them out, to make sure they weren’t someone shady--or someone trying to collect the bounty on his head. Going out on your own, with or without the kids? Nearly impossible, unless he was in an exceptionally docile mood and you turned on enough charm. 

And the running--it was unbearable. You were hardly settled into a new town before Vash came in, a familiar well-worn look on his face, sweat on his brow. And every time, you knew. 

You would have to leave. Again.

It was always the same. Vash would come in with that smile that was more like a grimace. A hand sheepishly running through his hair, his eyes downcast. Apologies spilling from his lips, familiar words in familiar tones.

And then what little life you’d created was packed up, your children were uprooted, and life had to begin anew somewhere else. 

Sometimes, on those long nights on the trains, crowded and noisy, kids and Vash and clutched luggage at your side, you thought: Is this the life I wanted to lead? Is this the life I want them to lead? Always running, always looking over our shoulders?

But after two… there was the third. Unplanned. A total surprise, especially because you’d been buying protection every chance you got.

But with the third, a little boy with chubby cheeks and a shock of blonde hair, your thoughts of leaving seemed to naturally subside. 

Not because Vash had changed, or you’d learned to accept the things you hated. 

But because you weren’t stupid enough to think that a woman towing three children behind her would be able to make it on her own on this forsaken desert planet, regardless of the new Earth outreach that was gradually making life more bearable in some places.

--

Vash smiles and watches his trio of children running about in the backyard, tripping over the sand, squealing in delight at the toys he’d picked up for them in town. The sound of their laughter is music to his ears, no matter how many times he hears it.

He glances into the house through the back window and you were there, in the kitchen, idly humming a nameless tune as you fixed dinner. 

You seem to sense his gaze and give him a tired, worn, pressed-down smile. He grins back at you and your eyes flit back down to the stove, stirring something, throwing a handful of this and that into the pot.

Vash sighs and returns his gaze to the children. The oldest was the ringleader, of course. Bossy as all get out, prone to jutting out her chin and demanding her siblings do what she says.  

The second was the quietest, a little slip of a girl, who was more content to read books in her mama’s lap than run around with her siblings. But she could be persuaded, in the right mood. 

And the third, a boy, whose smile makes Vash's heart squeeze. Because it’s a familiar smile. Not his smile. But… sometimes, when his son turns his head just-so, or asks Vash a question in a particular lilt, his heart pangs tightly in remembrance of his twin. Someone like him, but oh, not quite. 

The pain was mingled with the bliss of fatherhood, of course. And his love for you. 

You would never know how much he loved you, really. It was that love that brought the five--five, even thinking the number made him smile--of you where you were today. 

It was that love which made him swear to never, ever reveal the truth about your pregnancy. 

Yes, it was a surprise when you’d rushed home from the doctor and told him about your pregnancy all those years ago. Not because he didn’t think he could get you pregnant. No, no. But only because he thought it would have taken longer, once he’d prepared his body for impregnation. 

It was a bit funny, he thought, that he could turn on his fertility like a light switch. It made it easier to plan for kids… well, on his end, of course, since you knew nothing about it.

It was a secret that only one other person from Gunsmoke knew, and that man was dead. William Conrad, long since murdered by Knives. Vash didn’t like to think of Conrad too much--grief for that man was complex, distant and mingled with bitterness. 

But he did have Conrad to thank for leaving behind clues to tests he’d run on independent plant biology, including their ability to have children under the right conditions.

He’s not heartless. He knows it wasn’t right to surprise you with that pregnancy, or encourage the others--not just because he wanted children, but because he knew it would make it harder for you to leave. But it was for your own good.

Besides… you loved the children, too. And him, though he could tell you weren’t always happy with the restrictions forced upon you because of his infamy. Yet you were a wonderful mother, and a wonderful spouse, and when you did manage to smile, it still lit up the entire room.

You were made for this, he thinks. 

He just had to clip your wings a little to make you see that. 

It wasn’t right. But… sometimes you have to do hard things to keep the people you love safe.

Vash knew that fact better than anyone else on Gunsmoke. 

[wk05-writes-yans]

Yan Vash moodboard hours

And an episode 12 version

[ladybyakuya]

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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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mutuals | @kentocalls @theoxenfree

[almightygremlinblob]

Gonna have to postpone some of my upcoming fics booooiiiiiisssz cuz the curse of fanfic authors is REAL apparently. 😭 (Will need to stay with someone in the hospital for some time lmaoo 💅🏽✨)

GOD, just when I start getting back into the swing of things, THAT'S when life starts life-ing again?!?! 😤

Anyways, here's a list of upcoming fics to look forward to! Will try and finish them still but, um...yeah! 🫰🏽✨

True Form!Sukuna x Reader (he falls in love with and courts reader without realizing it)

More Yandere! Yuji Itadori x Reader

Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Reader

Uraume x Reader

Modern!AU Yorozu x Reader (super fluffy even tho Yorozu is batshit insane)

Yandere! Nanami Kento x Reader (posted)

Millions Knives x Reader (fluff)

Vash the Stampede x Reader (more fluff)

[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!

[writing-fanics]

Little Taste of Humanity [Part III]

Millions Knives x [Reader x Vash]

[summary: after a failed escape attempt y/n wakes up handcuffed to a bed]

Masterlist < previous part > next part

Knives watched as they whimpered in their sleep, “Vash..” They whimpered, tears rolling down their cheeks as sweat ran down their forehead. Sniffling as they wrapped their arms around themselves, and curled up on their side.

His gaze drifted towards the bandage wrapped around their ankle, that had a few spots of blood seeping through the bandages. “Vash…” They whimpered, once again crying in their sleep.

“What parasitic creatures you humans are,” He mumbled, titling his head he stared at them as they cried in their sleep. He grinned, at them and gently caressed their cheek, causing them to recoil.

“You’re greedy and selfish creatures. That deserve to be wiped out.” He said, and smiled manically as he stared at them.

[Y/n] groans and opens their eyes, “That’s apart of human nature.” They said, glaring at Knives causing him to look at them raising his eyebrow.

“You’re right, we’re greedy we’re selfish. But that’s apart of human nature. We do what we have to do so we might survive.”

“We take those sacrifices, we become greedy when money is shoved into our faces. Cause we won’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

Knives just scoffs, “Your greed is what led to the fall of the old world.” He said, they just glared at him. Then their stomach grumbled, a groan escaped their lips. They’ve lost tracked of how long it’s been since they’ve last eaten.

Knives smiled, revealing an apple in his hand. [Y/n] looked at him and tried to reach for the apple, he stepped back causing them to fall off the bed, and groan in pain. As the chain clatters around their ankle.

“See greedy.” He says, and [Y/n] growled in response. “I’m hungry asshole what you expect?!” They shouted, and he frowned and grabbed them forcefully by the hair.

“You have a lot to say for someone who’s just a mere parasite.” He said, forcefully letting go of their hair. He then walked towards the door and took a bite of the apple, then threw it towards [Y/n]. Who caught it and began eating it, despite the fact he’d already took a bite.

…………….

Vash stared up at the night sky, something him and [Y/n] would do often. Their head would be resting against his shoulder, as they pointed out the constellations in the sky.

“And that’s the Big Dipper,” they said, pointing up at the sky. Vash smiled, as he looked at them in awe; seeing the smile on their face as they explained everything to him.

“And that’s Le-” They turned to look at him, “Vash are you even paying attention?” They asked, and he looked at them as if snapping out of the daze.

They giggled in response while he blushed, his heart skipped a beat. As they intertwined their fingers with his hand, causing Vash’s heart to pound against his chest.

“Y/n, I-” He said, and to only look over and hear snoring. They’d fallen asleep against his shoulder. He gasped, then sighed shaking his head. He planted a soft kiss on their forehead.

‘Another day’ he thought to himself.

‘another day’

“Y/n,” He said, looking up at the stars. Meryl gave Vash a sympathetic look. Ever since [Y/n] been taken Vash hadn’t been himself, even though his expression said otherwise. He’d act goofy and idiotic still throwing others off, but deep down he was hurting.

He’d lost so much as a child; his surrogate mother, and him and his brother didn’t see eye to eye, and basically fought whenever in each other’s presence. And now, Knives took someone of importance to [Y/n] and was doing who knows what to them.He was scared and worried, about what Knives might do.

[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!

[yandere-for-you]

Oh god someone stop me…lmao

[pkmacabre-shadow]

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

[drunkenlion]

So accurate. I wanna just hug this poor dude

Someone has probably made a post like this, but godDAMMIT Vash's life is so fucking sad. This man after all the horrors of what his brother did wanders this desert planet for DECADES and gets betrayed, hunted, lied to, ect. by countless people. Sure he met people that DID care about him, but more often then not Vash was attacked, maimed, hated and taken advantage of. His body is a minefield of tragedy. He has a metal grate over HIS HEART, probably the closest he's gotten to being seriously wounded by a human, yet Vash just?? Keeps loving humans regardless of this?? Obviously Vash isn't a saint who believes all humans are good, he knows there are vile people, has met so fucking many of them, but he doesn't let that ruin his feelings for the rest of humanity. Vash tries SO hard to help others, to protect them, even when they don't deserve it. Especially when they don't deserve it. And it's exhausting and painful and soul crushing, but he does it anyway. 150 years of seeing the worst of humanity has to offer takes it's toll on him, but he endures and it's so fucking sad to watch Vash hide behind a goofy facade, while he's lonely, isolated, and just so fucking TIRED.

[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?

taglist: (open) join here!

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!

please note: limited time only! will stop accepting requests at november 1st, 01/11.

you can request on anon, however, you are not allowed to request smut on anon. and please specify whether you want fem!reader, or gender neutral. i will not write male!reader, sorry! up to 2 requests per person!

make sure asks have at least one of each category in them! have fun requesting! 🔪

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

[writing-fanics]

Little Taste of Humanity [Part II]

Millions Knives x [Reader x Vash]

[summary: after being kidnapped by Knives. [Y/n] tries to escape but is thwarted by him each time. While Vash wakes up from a nightmare about them]

Warning: Blood : Torture (eventually) : manipulation (eventually) yandere :

Masterlist< previous part > next part

Knives lifted his head from the piano. Closing the lid and smiling, as he slowly turned around to look at [Y/n]. He tilted his head to the side, “Ah, you’re finally awake.” He says, and they just stare at him breathing heavily. Their entire body shaking; they’ve seen what he can do, and even though they knew how to fight. Fighting him would be a death sentence.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, walking closer to them. They backed away fearfully, signaling to him that they didn’t want him near them.

“What do you want from me?” [Y/n] asked, glaring at him. Confused by why he’s even kidnapped them. Vash had only brought up his past once, to them, and even then he didn’t say much.

Knives just smiled his eyes fixated on them, “You know,” He hummed, as he slowly began to walk around them. Their eyes, followed him as he did so keeping their eye on him.

“You mean a lot to my little brother,” He says, and [Y/n] glared at him. They reached up towards the necklace wrapped around their neck. Grasping it over their heart, what was at the end? a bullet, one that almost hit them, it held a significance to them. it was the first time they met Vash.

“Tch! So you kidnapped me to get at him?” They glared at him in disgust. They backed away once again, “Yes and No,” He said, leaning closer to them and they stepped back.

“I’ve been watching the two of you,” He says grinning, and they look at him in shock. They stared at him with a disgusted look, “He cares for you so much that he’d put his life on the line.” He says, and they just glare at him.

“He cares about everyone as much as he cares for me.” They said, and Knives rolled his eyes in response he knew that all too well. “Even when they shoot at him and threaten his life, and the lives of others he still cares!” They shouted, pursing their lips slowly getting fed up with Knives.

“Hm.” He backed away, and gave them the coldest glare. They saw no emotion in his eyes. “My little brother is an idiot to care for such horrible and ugly creatures as you.” He says, and they clenched their fists.

“Then why kidnap me why not kill me instead?” They asked, and he raised his eyebrow and smiled. “Because that’ll just ruin the fun.” He says, and they raised their eyebrow as they looked at him.

“Don’t touch me!” They shouted, backing away as he came closer. And they backed away further and further and turned around, and started running away.

He chuckled softly, and began following after them. They ran faster then they’ve ever ran before, trying to find a way out of this place. And somehow get back to Vash, who they already missed dearly.

They looked around frantically for an exit a way out, but the damn place was like a maze. “Come on, where’s that damned exit!” They exclaimed, running further the sound of metal scrapping against the wall becoming louder and louder.

Their breathing quickened, as they continued running to only lose their footing and trip. Slamming their head onto the ground, causing them to groan in pain as their vision blurred.

they screamed in pain, as the knives’ chain like knives, wrapped around their ankle. Their nails digging into the floor as the razor sharp blades; dug further into their flesh. Blood trickled from the cut as Knives forcefully lifted them up into the air and hung them upside down.

“You piece of shit!” They screamed, reaching out to grab him and punch him in the face but he dodge. And tightened the chain knives grip around their leg.

They let out a shrill scream of pain, their vision becoming blurry from the pain in their leg. “Ah, ah, don’t die on me yet. I still need you alive.” He whispered, as their vision became blurry and they passed out.

………….

“Y/n!” Vash shouted, as he shot up from the nightmare. Breathing heavily, as he gripped the blanket. Still blaming himself for what happened to them. “I shouldn’t of left them alone.” He whispered, staring his hands.

They didn’t deserve this at all; to be kidnapped by his older brother. Who’ll do who knows what to them. He didn’t want to think, about the awful things that his brother could and would do to them.

He just wanted them back safe and sound. He already missed their voice, and seeing their smile that always seemed to brighten up his day. Even their little quips and annoyed faces at him always brought a smile to his face.

Watching as they played with the children; in the towns or cites they visited. He remembered when, while in a town a kid shot them with a toy gun. And he watched as they immediately fell over pretending to be dead.

“Y-you got me.” [Y/n] groaned, jokingly the kid laughing and smiling, “Great shot!” They said, sitting up and ruffling the kid on the head smiling.

He remembered that kid worked so hard, to finally be able to get them with the toy gun. Practicing just to get them when they weren’t noticing. Even though, [Y/n] eventually told Vash that they already knew that the kid shot it. And just wanted, to make him happy. It was then, Vash realized that he’d fallen for them.

He needed to rescue them, he needed to bring them back safe and sound. He didn’t know what he’d do if he’d lost them. If by the time he were able to save them, that it’d be too late. Just the very thought sent shivers down his spine, and his grip tightened on the blanket.

Their blood on his hands as held their lifeless body. His eyes just staring at them in horror while, Knives laughed manically as his little brother held the dead body of the one he loved. Vash wouldn’t even shed a tear in that moment, too shocked and too horrified to even do so.

His entire world would crumble before his eyes. As he held them close to his chest rocking back and forth. Unable to think and breath, as the realization hit him even more. He’ll never see them again, hear their voice waking him up in the morning, their smile, and never tell them how much he cared for them.

Vash shook his head, removing the image from his mind. He isn’t going to let that happen. He’s going to save them, and bring them back safe and sound no matter what.