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come over, kill some time

by: pushclouds | @pushclouds

E, Vashwood, 38k, ongoing

Nicholas thinks that he and the cute blonde who sits next to him in class could have a good time together. The two start a beautiful friends-with-benefits-ship. Surely, no feelings will get caught in the mix.

Look, I love college AUs, okay?? I love them so much, and I love the stupid pining that's specific to friends with benefits tropes, and I love an annoyingly confident Wolfwood who starts flirting with Vash almost immediately! This fic has all of that, plus Livio and Midvalley and Meryl and Milly, and laser tag! I am THRIVING!!!

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Think About Me

by: plumtoad

E, Vashwood, 7k, complete, oneshot

Vash has a new upstairs neighbor he hasn't met yet but has heard moving boxes around and occasionally some swearing and a loud thump. Normal move-in stuff. He’s curious but wants to give the new guy a chance to settle in before introducing himself. It's on the third night after move-in that Vash hears a series of alarming crashes, some very creative swearing, and then dead silence.

I think about this fic all the time. It's so cute. They're so cute they actually make me sick and I cannot stand them. I love them so much it's unhealthy. Imagine checking on your upstairs neighbor and realizing you've seen them before in very compromising positions and also, yeah, they are still that hot.

And as a snake owner myself, the fact that Wolfwood has a ball python that he's named Punisher is so important to me, I really want another snake just to do that now ugh

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the silence surrounds you and haunts you

by: FlowerCitti | @flowercitti

T, Vashwood, 7k, complete

Nicholas spends most of his time eating their meager rations and sitting at Vash’s bedside. He’ll need to leave the room soon for proper food and more water, but right now, he can’t bring himself to move from his side. (Or, Vash is poisoned. Wolfwood tries to take care of him.)

I go feral when whump for one of them is really whump for both of them through the pure torture of watching each other suffer. And for some reason I really love when Vash is poisoned. Likely because I love it when Wolfwood is forced to take care of him, and therefore face not only the depth of his care for him, but also the fact that his hands are still capable of the kindness that he thought killing had wrenched from him.

Shaking the two of them in a box and then throwing them in a blender. They drive me insane, make them suffer.

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Pattern Recognition 

by: auroralightss

G, Vashwood, 6k, complete

“For the past seven months,” Vash begins, “there has been one night per month where Wolfwood has just disappeared from the apartment.” “Which are also the nights that Chapel took his last seven victims,” Meryl repeats. Chapel being the freaky assassin/serial killer who has been terrorising their small town for the past year or so. The majority of these killings have seemed to have some kind of political motive—but not all of them. A few of the victims have been wealthy heirs or prominent celebrities, too. But the fact remains— “I thought it was just a freaky coincidence at first. I mean, Wolfwood’s… a college student, and a barista. There’s no way he’s actually…” He lets out a laugh, and it’s reedy, betraying his nerves. Vash winds his fingers through the hair on the back of his head and thinks idly it might be time for a trim. “But then there were the other things—like the way he stopped that car from hitting Millie.” Millie nods sagely. “That was very impressive. The car dented!” --- Vash trusts his roommate of almost a year, but not to a fault. He'd have to be an idiot to ignore the clear warning signs, and they all point to Wolfwood being... a serial killer.

As a general rule, I have some complicated feelings about Wolfwood as a werewolf, despite the fact that I have a massive soft spot for werewolves of all kinds. I read this anyway because I love Aurora's writing and trust them with topics I otherwise avoid, and I desperately wish there was more!

Wolfwood is so cute???? And Vash's misunderstanding of his roommate's absences is so fucking funny. The way Wolfwood's background is woven in is delightful, as well. Overall it's funny and cute and wonderfully emotional at the end and I wanna read so much more, I swear I'm going to explode about it. I love them!

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love in the middle of a firefight 

by: nebulause

T, Vashwood, 2k, complete

“Let’s get you patched up,” he murmured. “I won’t let you fart around until you pass out.” “I can do it myself,” Vash said, sliding his jacket off his shoulders. “You don’t have to help.” “Just shut up, would you?” Wolfwood grumbled. “Let someone else take care of you for once.” _ A reimagining of the scene in episode 10 where Wolfwood pulls out the bullet instead of Vash doing it on his own.

It's truly what it says one the tin! Wolfwood takes care of Vash when he gets shot at the end of Tristamp, and they are subsequently forced to talk about their shit before things go really down hill for everyone.

I really like the reimagining of scenes like this, especially where they deal with Wolfwood's reactions to Vash's scars and Vash's reaction to... well, Wolfwood is general tbh. A little bit of fluff before our boys really go through it.

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Where We Belong 

by: Delaford

T, Vashwood, 8k, complete

Wolfwood can't help the feelings he's begun having for his strange, nomad friend, Vash, and he thinks Vash feels it, too. If it were just him, the decision would be easy, but he's got all his kids at the orphanage to think about, as well. When a stomach flu begins making the rounds through the orphanage, Wolfwood relies on Vash's help to care for everyone. As the medicine runs out and things start getting desperate, Vash reveals a secret he hopes can help heal everyone. But as Wolfwood succumbs to the illness himself, he might be beyond reasoning.

Ouuuaaghh I really really love this one. I have a soft spot for canon divergences where Wolfwood was allowed to just be some guy, and eventually take over the orphanage. But he still somehow runs into Vash anyway, and they still develop their strange and singular relationship. This is a particularly fun way to explore that, with the scales being tipped because of a sweeping sickness rather than anything violent.

Also they're so fucking domestic. Domestic and cute and soft and OUGH i hate them (I love them so much)

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Trust Fall Exercise

by: auroralightss

M, Vashwood, 6k, complete

Some of this must be obvious from Wolfwood’s expression, because Vash’s eyes are soft. He says, “I want you to tie me up.” “...Eh?” “It’s not going to be totally the same,” Vash continues, despite Wolfwood’s jaw dropping. He turns so that they’re facing each other, his knees angled towards Wolfwood’s chest, his eyes very intent. “Because I can escape from most bonds, and I’ll still be able to move in little ways, not like I was when—” Vash’s voice wobbles and dies out, returning a moment later as if the falter never happened at all. “—but you’re the only person I know who is strong enough to restrain me at all, and it wouldn’t be safe to experiment with drugs, so…” Wolfwood blinks. Manages to shut his mouth, so he’s not just gaping up into Vash’s face like one of those fish from the old history books. “You want to do… exposure therapy?” Wolfwood croaks. --- With Vash still struggling with the trauma from his time on the Ark, he asks Wolfwood to help him work through his issues.

Prequel: Deer In Headlights

The trust!! The care!!!! The devotion!! Wolfwood wants so badly to help but he doesn't want to risk hurting Vash!! The way they talk to each other and how much more open it is after everything they've been through. Ouuuuaagghh god I'm wrapping them both in blankets and sobbing.

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Deer In Headlights

by: auroralightss

M, Vashwood, 5k, complete

“Shit,” Wolfwood breathes. He slides his hands down Vash’s back to cradle under his arms, hefting him upright. It’s obvious that whatever dart Vash was hit with, it was poisoned—but what kind of poison did they use to knock Vash down so bad after so short a time? Then again, all the movement directly after the hit can’t have helped. Wolfwood clicks his tongue, throwing a short glance back at the town they just left. He can’t chance it; that’s the same place that hit him with the damn thing. But the next town is hours out, maybe longer. Is Vash going to make it without a doctor? “‘S not…” Vash’s head lolls in the other direction, his eyelashes fluttering until his lids fall open completely. “I don’t think it’s… poison.” Wolfwood snaps back to reality. “What else would you call it?” “Probably just…” Vash’s brow creases. “If they wanted me for the bounty, they wouldn’t have shot me with a…” His lips move soundlessly for a moment before he finds his voice again. “I can’t��move.” --- A poisoned dart renders Vash immobile in the aftermath of a shoot-out with some bounty hunters. He and Wolfwood muscle through as always, but Vash is reminded of the last time he couldn't move...

Sequel: Trust Fall Exercise

I just love the relationship and dynamic between them here. Aurora does a wonderful job writing the emotion and panic and care between both of them. It's honestly kind of amazing what they can do with a scene where one character cannot move and they're both hiding out in a cave. I'm so well fed.

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Sweet Disposition

by: KBstories | @kbstories

M, Vashwood, 26k, complete

"By themselves those impressions wouldn’t be enough to trigger this inkling of… wrongness clinging to Vash like desert dust. For how prone he is to depressive mood swings, Vash smiles often and everywhere. No matter if he’s getting shot at, betrayed, kicked to the dirt and spit on — he picks himself up and laughs and keeps going, keeps outrunning the shadow of his brother towards a perpetually uncertain horizon. Nobody wears fake cheer that well without something to hide." Glimpse by glimpse, the gang pieces together who Vash the Stampede really is.

Oh, I really do just adore when Vash gets Known, and seeing it in Stampede is very singular. That version of Vash is very specific, I feel like, and softer in many ways. I love Jess's characterization of him, and his relationships with each person. The weary understanding from Roberto, the stubborn care from Meryl, and the painful devotion from Wolfwood are all so deliciously warm and heartbreaking in equal measure.

And the Eriks section!!!!!! Crying, sobbing, screaming. So many beautiful things that you just have to read. I love them. I love themmm!!!

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Hey sorry if this isn't the place to ask: I read a vashwood fic a couple days ago where Vash was talking about plant stuff and how saying to people "Hey baby wanna pollinate me?" usually doesn't get people going but that that line would probably work on Wolfwood because "He was kinda into the plant stuff". Do you or any of your followers recognize it? It mighta been a heat fic. I'm so sorry if I sound like a crazy person.

This is absolutely the right place to ask, and I'm so glad you did!! I did a lot of searching through my backlog and AO3 in general and could not find this fic, though I swear I have read the one you're talking about.

If anyone recognizes this fic, please let us know!! I wanna read it again now too...

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you confess, i'll repent

by: itsacoup

E, Vashwood, 85k, complete

Wolfwood’s palm landed on Vash’s forehead, heavy and warm and edged with the sharp bite of calluses. The world went white. Vash had learned long ago that time was different for humans. They needed nearly a quarter of a second to react to anything, and Vash had fundamentally shifted his systems to stay aligned to that, because life got boring fast when everything moved slower than you. But the weight of Wolfwood’s hand on his forehead opened up the gulf between the click of the second hand, and Vash was falling, falling, falling, through endless milliseconds of blinding light as a bell tone rang in his bones and started to vibrate outwards-- Deep inside Vash, a door labeled NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD opened to let a spark through, one unmistakably flavored with cigarette smoke and gunpowder and all-encompassing guilt. A soul with a direct line to his. A connection between two fucked up points. ------ A '98 soulmates fix-it rewrite about two people badly hurt by life learning how to stop hurting each other and earn the happy ending they deserve. Complete at 85k and 14 chapters, posting weekly on Sundays.

OUGHH this is genuinely so fucking beautiful and awesome!!! Probably my favorite rewrite of the ending of 98, and the mechanics for the way Vash and Knives work as plants is really just so fucking cool. Not to mention the whole soulmate bond, it's crazy and fucked up for both of them, and they're so so stupid about it and I love them so much.

Just two broken dudes dealing with being forceable bonded and being in each other's heads.

Shaking you and begging you to read this!!!

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Love From the Other Side

by: bendycomet | @bendycxmet

T, Vashwood, 4k, ongoing

Nearly a year has passed since Wolfwood's sudden death. A widowed Vash decides to use a Ouija board in a last ditch effort to try and speak with Wolfwood on his birthday. Although, he may get more than he bargained for.

This made me!! So sad!!!!!! Wolfwood's little nickname for Vash took me the fuck out. Oh, Ghost Wolfwood, how you have me by the heart. Ough. Will be sobbing when we get more of this. Bendy out here breaking my heart so good

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press you to the pages of my heart

by: pinklicour | @pinklicour

E, Vashwood, 14k, complete

The first time he saw him he was sniffling in an alley wearing a grubby once-white dress. Wolfwood had been on his own for about two weeks at that point. He had gotten some okay work as a farmhand for an old man, assisting with the thomas chicks. The pay was nothing but he got to stay in the barn and the chicks were fun to corral, eager little things. That’s what the boy reminded him of, a tiny thomas chick, crying and huddled in a corner.

This is cute. They're so cute and pathetic, and I love when they've known each other so long that they don't know how to tell platonic affection apart from romance and desire and I love them.

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Just a Hobby

by: fullmetalheart

M, Vashwood, 11k, complete

“Welcome in,” said the teen, pouring Wolfwood’s change into his hand. Wolfwood looked up and towards the door. Dark eyes met light ones. There was a brief moment of charged silence as they gaped at each other. His face was as ageless as ever. His hair, now dark and long, was pulled into a knot on the back of his head. A few strands hung free, framing his blue eyes, brushing against elegant cheekbones. His lips were parted in shock. Wolfwood had pressed kisses to them, once. The last time, he’d cradled his face in a gentle apology. Wolfwood was the only one who had known that it was a goodbye. “Nope,” said Vash the Stampede, now only a few centuries older, violently shaking his head. “Nope,” he said again, backing out the door the way he came.  - Over two hundred years into the future, Wolfwood crawls out of his grave and back into Vash's arms.

Ooooohhh I love this one!! I feel like it's not often that the fandom does fix-its with huge time gaps between Wolfwood's death and when he comes back, but they are always so, so good when they do!! There are lines in this that live in my head rent free. This fic lives in my head rent free, and now it can live in yours too.

Drop a man two hundred years into the future and see what that does to him. Drop him in front of the man who loved him and see what that does to him.

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end all of my violence

by: wiredneuron

E, Vashwood, 3k, complete

He thinks about Vash’s finger slipping. About his head becoming chunks of brain matter stuck to this scratchy comforter, about the motel maid having to pick up the pieces of him. What a fate for a freed bird. Fight so hard and still die like a dog, stuck under the thumb of another master. It couldn’t happen—neither of them would let it happen, his vials tucked safely on the nightstand, but the idea of it drives him insane with want.

Listen. Something in my brain has been rewired to go absolutely feral anytime Wolfwood has Feelings about Vash pointing a gun at him or thinking about him pulling the trigger. Intrusive thoughts Wolfwood, my love, my obsession. Holy shit this one really hits all those boxes.

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Eyes of the Storm

by: tenshinokorin | @tenshinokorin

M, Vashwood, 74k, ongoing

When Nicholas D. Wolfwood gets roped into being the new caretaker for the now-abandoned orphanage where he spent his childhood, he soon finds out that his own hidden memories are not the only thing haunting him. (posting in installments!)

First of all, anything Tenshi writes is going to find its way onto the blog at some point or another, so this should surprise no one. The characterization is always on-fucking-point. But this creature Vash especially makes me insane, and the overall world building???? Oh man, there is shit that I Did Not See Coming.

Also Livio, I love you. Holy shit.

I am eating this AU whole. Unhinging my jaw like a snake.

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creatures in heaven

by: pinklicour | @pinklicour

M, Vashwood, 5k, complete

As the song came to an end and the parishioners shut their books, Vash could taste the dry air in his slack open mouth as the love of his life stood in front of the offering table, raised his hands in front of him, palms up, and said, “The Lord be with you.”

Giggling and kicking my feet. Oh, "love at first sight but I'm not good enough for you, I'm so lucky to have you in my life at all" Vashwood, how you have my soul. Nai being so fucking annoyed at Vash for mooning after the priest of his church is so fucking funny to me. I love that so much. And the way Vash and Wolfwood's friendship develops first??? What really drives Wolfwood to confess?????? Well fed as fuck from this fic.