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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Could we get some…..silent treatment headcanons for knives? Like maybe he says something mean or does something mean to the reader and since shes a sassy lady shes like “ok fine! You wanna be that way?” And gives him the silent treatment until he gives her a genuine apology! Shes moving away from him when he sits/stands next to her, avoiding affection from him, stuff like that!

If you dont wanna write that, thats totally fine! I just 1) love soft knives 2) love the way you write him & 3) wanna see what he does when she ignores him for being a meanie head!!

Headcanons? I’m sorry I need you to speak up…oh…I’m afraid I don’t know what those are love~

Silent Treatment…huh? — Millions Knives

Summary: Knives yelled at you during one of his temper tantrums and this resulted in you giving him the silent treatment. Now he’s confused and upset.

“Why aren’t you speaking to me?” Knives voice raised to the lightest degree, wavering anger present in his voice.

You’ve been doing this, this silent treatment all day. He’s tried to talk to you but you ignore him or move to a different room entirely. No he had you cornered in his bedroom and alone. He wanted answers.

“I’ve been trying to speak to you since last night and you won’t even look at me!” He gestured with his hand as he walked closer to you. You only stared at the window in silence.

“I don’t understand if you’re angry at me or if I’ve done something but it’s no reason to not speak to me. Stop being childish and work the problem out instead of treating me like this.” His words came out as a plea. Buried in frustration his voice strained, yet firm.

You still didn’t reply or even look at him. Knives felt defeated, frustrated. Your company and mindless conversations were the only thing he seemed to enjoy. You pulled him away from his mind when he played his songs and you gave him things to think about other than his stupid hatred. For you to ignore him, hurt.

Softly, hands grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He pulls you to him, his chest pressed against your back while his lips brushed against your ear. His hot breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

“Tell me, My Flower, what have I done to upset you.” He says gently. Your heart flutters from the closeness and the way he holds you from behind, yet you still don’t speak. “Please don’t ignore me.”

Soft kisses trail from your jaw to your shoulder, soft and warm. It sends shivers down your spine as one of his hands further wraps around your waist, holding you against him. “I’ll fix any problems you have, Petal. Say the word and your wish is my command.” He softly nuzzled his face into your neck occasionally trailing it with kisses.

You finally broke, a sigh leaving your lips as you placed your hands over his and spoke. “Last night, when you were angry. You remember right?”

He lifts his head, his eyes watching you curiously. You spin around in his arms to face him. “Yes. I remember.” His brows furrow with wonder as he listens closely.

“You yelled at me. I don’t remember what you said but it pissed me off.” You admit.

His eyes flicker with darkness for a moment before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “I never meant to yell at you.” He places another on your nose. “That’s no excuse.” He kisses your cheekbone. “Let me make it up to you.” Then your lips.

Knives pulls away with a soft, desperate look in his eyes. He holds you gently as you chuckle and smile up at him. Just seeing you smile warms his chest. “Sure. Please don’t do that again.”

He immediately cupped your face with his hands. “I swear. I’ll never let it happen again.” He places another kiss on your lips. Soft and meaningful, before he tugs you with him towards the bed.

“Come. I’ll make sure you feel better.”

#trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #millions knives x reader #millions knives x you #knives x reader #millions knives

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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I frothing at the mouth for the way you wrote knives

Imagine the Trigun Guys Carrying You After Spraining Your Ankle

(A/N:) I got this idea after seeing some adorable fanart and I wanted to give all the Trigun Stampede guys some attention. Cause I know how it is being a fangirl and not having a lot of different options for my favorite characters that normally go on the back burner. So this is for you cause I’m including Roberto and Knives for y’all! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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So sorry to ask, but is your requests open for something angsty with a sweet ending? With Vash ofc, I'm even willing to pay ❤️ (I have some ideas and I can share with how I feel if it helps ❤️)

I’m going to tell you two things. 1.) I head canon that Plants can calm someone via touch but it depends on what type. Some can only do it on accident. 2) ignore any typos.

Upholder of the law — Vash the Stampede

Summary: It’s a long story to even tell Vash about your past, yet here it comes to bite you in the ass after you get arrested by the law.

Warning: major angst, death mentions

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Vash ran to your side, eyes filled with worry and concern. Your whole body ached as you stumbled and looked up at him through blurry eyes. A harsh cough left your lips as he reached your side.

“Oh my god.” He muttered as he put your arm around his shoulder to help you walk. “What did they do to you?” He asked with worry as he began to walk you back towards the town. You groaned quietly, your head throbbing in pain as the pinch in your side grew worse.

“Nothing I didn’t deserve.” You croaked. Your voice was rough and dry. You sounded as bad as a smoker.

Vash gave you a desperate, sad look. “Don’t say that.” He whined in a soft voice. “How did you get away?”

You stared at the ground in pain, your thoughts wandering over the days before. You honestly weren’t sure how to tell Vash what happened. It was all just mental torture on the laws behalf. You knew they could be sick but what they did to you was beyond anything you could ever hope on your worse enemy. The thought of your brother passed your mind and you flinched inwardly, tears stinging your eyes.

Vash took your silence as your way of telling him you didn’t want to talk to him about it. He respectively didn’t say anything else and helped you back to his motel room he’d purchased for the week.

As he brought you in, Vash set you down on the stiff bed and carefully laid you on your back. “Sorry.” He mumbled quietly as you groaned in pain. Very quickly he pulled his hands away from you and rushed to find stuff for your wounds.

You quietly stared at the ceiling as he rushed back to your side and started tending to the injuries you had. There wasn’t many but enough to make you tired. All the way your mind only wavered back to your brother. That was the whole reason you ran with Vash in the first place, you killed him on accident. You never meant too, it bothered you but you felt somewhat at peace know it was accidental…but now…

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A large hand grabs the back of your head and slams your face into the cold metal table, blood splatters from your nose as you call out in pain.

“How does it feel?” Warm breath fanned over your ear as your interrogator leaned in close. His voice was deep, the kind that rumbled his chest when he spoke. “How does it feel knowing that your brothers blood is on your hands, huh?” His fingers grasp your hair and snatch your head up painfully. The blood trickling from your nose tickles as you glare up at him.

“Do you remember the blood on your hands? Do you remember how amazing and warm it felt?” He teased. He snatched your head back further, making your whole body move with it. It scoots the chair beneath you. You clench your jaw. “I didn’t mean too I-“

He slams your face back into the table, you scream in pain as he fully grinds your face into the metal. “The look on his face when you killed him was terrifying wasn’t it? I bet he screamed when it happened…I’ll even bet he hates you for it.” He knows what he’s doing to you, he wants to mentally torture you for this. “I’ll bet he never expected that your face would be the last he ever saw.” His tone is sickeningly sweet.

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You clench your eyes shut as the memories come flooding back, your eyes burn as your throat and chest squeeze. A loud sob leaves your lips and you raise your hands to cover your face.

“It wasn’t my fault!” You cry out. Vash drops what he’s doing, your name tentatively leaving his lips as he looks up at you.

“What’s wrong?” He leans forward and grabs your wrist to pull it away from your face. “C’mon-“ You snatched yourself from his touch and sat up, pushing yourself away.

“Don’t touch me!” You yell as you pull your knees yo your chest, your breathing uneven and heavy.

Vash flinches as you shout. His hand instinctively pulls away before he lifts himself sit on the edge of the bed with worry and concern swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay.” His voice is soft and reassuring. “I’m not sure what they did to you up there but I can promise you that you’re okay. It’s safe.” He gently extends his hand to you.

You stare at his hand with teary eyes as your lips tremble and your heart pounds in your chest. “No. I don’t deserve your care.” You hiss almost angrily.

His brows raise in surprise and he frowns. “Why would you not-“ you cut him off sharply. “Because I killed my own brother!” You clench your jaw as you watch Vash, gauging his reaction. He stares at you in shock, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. Quickly he snaps his mouth shut and his eyes seem to darken.

“That’s no excuse for you to not deserve care. I’m sure whatever happened was for a good reason.” His eyes are still soft as he grabs your hand in his. You try to flinch away but your back is already pressed against the corner as far as if can go and you’re stuck. “That doesn’t change the fact that I killed him!” Your voice cracks.

He brings up both of his legs into the bed so he can slide closer. “That doesn’t change the fact that I want to help you.” He reassures you as he shakes his head. He’s now sitting directly in front of you, his hand still holding yours with a firm squeeze.

“But it was my fault.” Your voice is quieter and shaking as you speak.

Vash still doesn’t back away and he grasps your other hand. Now holding them both close to his chest. “That won’t change my mind.” He offers you a gentle smile. “I know you…you’re not a bad person. In fact, you’re the most amazing person I know and what you’ve done in the past doesn’t hold jurisdiction over what you do and don’t deserve.”

You stifle a sob as you lower your head. Unable to respond. Vash continues. “They tortured you didn’t they?” His voice is suddenly much softer as he asks this.

You nod with a sharp cry as you slump forward. Letting your hands go, Vash pulls you close. His strong arms wrap around you securely. He softly brushes his hand over your head, holding it to his shoulder as you grab at his jacket and cry against him.

“Va-sh.” You choke out his name as you take a deep shuddering breath between sobs to create a coherent sentence. “It was an accident…I never meant to kill him-“ your sharply cut off by your own choked sob. He gently cradles you. “Shh…It’s okay, take your time Mayfly.”

He swears he can feel his heart break hearing you sob like this. It hurts him to hear you so upset and broken. He hates that you have to tell him about these things in a situation like this.

“They…they hurt me. I tried to - to tell them but…” you stifle a sob. “My head. They fucked with it…they made me think about it over and over again like I was some monster.”

Very quickly, Vash shifts and slides a hand underneath your thighs. He slides you into his lap to hold you closer. “I’m so sorry that happened.” He whispers as he rests his head on yours, tucking your head under his chin. “You don’t deserve that.” He protectively holds you to him as you grasp his coat tightly.

“But you should…you should hate me.” You lift your head to look him in the eyes.

He frowns when he sees your face and lifts as hand to gently cup your face. “I won’t hate you. I know it’s what you think you deserve but it’s not.” Gently his thumb strokes the tears from your face.

You close your eyes and shake your head. Your voice is broken and shaking as you speak. “You hate murder, you hate people that kill others-“ he cuts you off by softly moving his hand to hold your head up. “Yes, but I don’t hate you.”

You bite your lip lightly to keep the sobs from slipping past. “Why?” It hurts to hear you sound so small and scared. All he wants to do is hug you tight and tell you that it’s okay but he knows that won’t fix everything.

“Because I love you Mayfly. Nothing you’ve ever done will change that. The past is in the past.” He moves both hands to cup your face now. His hands are warm against your skin and you can somewhat feel your nerves calm at his touch.

Your chest squeezes as his words. Mind reeling and thoughts clouded and everywhere you can’t seem to filter the words he just said to you. The look in your eyes grows distant and so does the pain. He watches this happen, a dull ache in his chest as he watches the look in your eyes grow. With a soft frown he leans forwards and presses a small, soft kiss to your lips. The warmth of his skin so suddenly against yours brings you back to the present. It’s comforting yet so confusing to have this intimate act happen right now.

You can feel cool soothing waves pass through you as he pulls away, a slight glow to his eyes when he opens them. You feel calm somehow, yet exhilarated at the same time. It’s almost as though your mind has fallen quiet.

Suddenly, Vash’s eyes widen and his face flushes deeply. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking I-“ You cut him off.

“do that again.” You say it almost firmly. You don’t know what it was about that kiss but it was almost addicting, suddenly pulling your head away from whatever space it had been in just seconds before. Vash looked shocked at this revelation but didn’t hesitate to do it again. He was more passionate this time, softer even. You melted right into it, letting your eyes flutter closed as you kissed him back.

Yet again, that same calming cool wave washed over you and you felt all your worries melt away. It left like your skin where his hands touched you grew cold, but in a good way. When he pulled away you felt breathless, the glow in his eyes brighter than it had been the first time. It almost seemed unnatural, like a trick of the light but no. They were undoubtedly glowing.

“It doesn’t always have to be you, you know? Your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.” His eyes softened again as he spoke. With his voice barely above a whisper he gently hugged you again. “I don expect you to tell me everything that happened but I at least hope you can trust me enough to not bare this burden alone.”

He pulled away to look you in the eyes again. “What the law did to you was horrible, I’m sure. And while revenge is a word that tastes sweet on my lips I know neither of us should play with fire here. I just want you to know that I’m here, I won’t let them get you again okay?”

His hands moved to your shoulders as he waited for your response. You sighed softly, lowering your gaze for only a moment before you nodded. “Thank you.”

A tender smile reaches his lips as he leans forwards and presses a chaste kiss to your head. “Of course, Mayfly.”

#vash x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash imagines

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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I can’t stop thinking about knives kidnapping a human for observation and it ends up like he lets his guard down around them and they become his soft spot. Ugggh I did it with character AI and it’s not enough.

#trigun knives

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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hihi may i request vash x reader where the reader is an artist and does this as a job for money for the group and there's a commission that they're stuck on and they end up pulling an all-nighter and vash gets concerned?

I’m an artist myself so I feel this big time. There might be typos please point them out so I can fix them later!!

Art Block — (Vash)

Summary: You spend all night and day in a commission from an old friend, determined to get it done on time you start to lose sleep. Vash is starting to grow concerned.

When had the suns set? Why did it only feel like moments ago and now they crest the horizon line? The cold air wavers off into slim steamy clouds laying against the ground as the suns heat kisses the sand and bathes your tired eyes. Sitting on top of the truck you look out at the first of the two suns breaking the horizon. The golden hues stretch out over the sky as sleep invades your eyes.

The wind is so still and the heat melts right into your bones as it sinks into your skin. Your sketchbook sits in front of you, pencil lazily held in your hand as your eyes began to drift down to the page. They retrace all the pencil markings, your head throbbing in an attempt to make out what’s next.

Maybe you should do a background next, maybe use water colors to fill in the shades. Is it hot inside the truck right now? When will everyone else wake up? You bet Vash is still asleep in the truck below you. Is he sleeping well?

Your thoughts drift further and further from what they should be as you look over at everyone’s tents and then the windows of the truck below you. It’s very tempting, the comforting seat’s inside and knowing who’s asleep and waiting for you. As sweet at Vash is, he always seems so aloof, like when the sun is setting but it doesn’t feel like it is.

There you go drifting off again, your eyes drifting shut as you take soft slow breaths. The heat of the suns is like a blanket over your body.

Jolting you awake is the squeak of the window being rolled down below you, Vash climbs up, sitting on the window while his arms rest beneath the luggage railings. He has a soft, tired look in his eyes and a warm smile gracing his lips.

“You still working on that?” He asks with a tired chuckle.

Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, you softly sigh. “Yeah, I’m stuck.” You admit.

His brows furrow as a frown tugs the corners of his mouth down, he can see just how tired you are by the way your eyes look alone. “Please tell me you slept?” He asks in an almost begging voice.

“Nope. There’s no point in sleeping now. Everyone will be awake soon.” At your words, he casts his gaze over to the silent tents on the other side of the truck, a nod of acknowledgement towards you. Vash shifts his gaze back to you, that sweet smile returns as he extends a hand out to you.

“Why don’t you put that away and sleep with me while you still can?” He offers you gently.

Slowly blinking at his hand, you have the strongest urge to lay your head in his palm and fall asleep like that however your back aches for a more comfortable spot. Clumsily and painfully, you wave him back inside the truck and slide off onto the ground. Before he can open the door for you, you’re climbing in headfirst into the backseat. With a grunt, Vash grabs you beneath the arms and hoists you inside before he rolls the window back up and lets you get comfortable.

“You need to stop staying up so late all the time.” Genuine concern swims in his gaze as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you rest you head against his chest. “It’s bad for your health and you won’t get enough sleep to function right.” He tells you.

His eyes are filled with worry and concern as he looked down at you, lifting his hand to gently rub your head. “I’ll try to make them keep quiet when they wake up, I promise.”

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Vash wasn’t able to keep his word, you only got a few minutes of sleep in his arms before everyone suddenly piled back into the truck and a long, bumpy, and noisy ride ensued. You sat in the middle, Vash to your right and Wolfwood to your left. Both of them have rather broad shoulders so it’s hard to not keep bumping into them every time the truck hits a small dune or hole.

For the whole day you’re so on the verge of sleep that you’ve forgotten whole conversations going on around you as they happen, you zone out for hours, losing focus on everything. Tired of holding your head up and your eyes open you let your head fall back against the seat and your eyes flutter shut. Vash see’s you lay your head back from of the corner of his eye and he frowns. The bags under your eyes are bad, you can hardly stop your body from just going limp from exhaustion and sleep deprivation.

Reaching over, he gently grabbed the other side of your head and pulled it to rest on his shoulder. You raised your brow as you looked up at him but he silently motioned for you to be quiet before he looked back out the window.

For the moment, Meryl and Wolfwood had stopped bickering long enough for your eyes to grow heavy again, your breathing slowed and you practically melted into Vash’s side. Carefully he slid his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, letting you full on use him as a pillow. You held no complaints, he smelled nice and he was comfortable to lay on. It was just so unbearably hot…the heat killed you. Sleep was unreachable.

Just hours later, that afternoon, Meryl decided to stop at a nearby town. It wasn’t big time or anything but it was nice and tucked away. As you climbed out of the truck lazily, a hand hooked around your elbow and pulled you close. “I’m hungry. Why don’t you come with me and we can eat?” Vash asked you softly.

You hum in agreement. With a gentle smile and concerned eyes, Vash tugged you further inside the town, leading you to a small lunch spot. Just a small hole in the wall food joint that had an outside patio to eat on. “C’mon, they have fans.” He said as he pulled you with him to one of the outside tables. As you sat down the fans above you blew on your hot skin and let you relax under the breeze.

“So much better…” Vash groans as he lets his head fall back. He sits across from you. His elbow is draped over the back of his chair and he kicks his feet up on the table. “I could take a nap like this.” He lifts his head to look you in the eyes sternly. “I bet you could too, huh?”

Slowly blinking at him, you close your eyes with a sigh. “It was so hot in that truck.”

He furrows his brows. “I know right! Makes me wanna sleep.”

“You trying to tell me something?” You ask as you open your eyes and raise a brow at him in question. He gave you a strange look, almost as if he was trying to say: You know exactly what I’m trying to say. You immediately shook your head and furrowed your brows. “I am not sleeping in a public space. No.” You fussed as you pulled your bag off of your back and went to pull out your sketch book.

“Hey!” Vash moved his feet off the table and stood up, leaning over and snatching your bag from you as he leaned back. “Stop that! You’ve been working on this thing all night. Take a break.” His face went from stern with worry to soft with concern. “You’ve been spending all your time on this thing with no sleep. Take a break.” It was almost like he was begging for you to just stop and take a breath.

You shake your head and grab your bag back from his hands with a grimace. “No. It’s supposed to be done by tomorrow.” You huff in frustration as you sling the bag over your shoulder and stand. “I have to finish it.” As you went to walk away he reached out and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back.

“No, you don’t. I get it, you want to help provide money for the group but you don’t have to work yourself dry.” His eyes were gentle with worry and genuine concern. Vash hated watching you work yourself to the point of no sleep. “At least let me buy you a motel room so you can take a nap. I’ll even stay with you if it helps you sleep.”

You stared at him, thinking over his offer as you watched his soft blue eyes look you over. It was true, you were absolutely exhausted, and he seemed to help put you to sleep at the strangest of times. With a sigh of defeat you sat back down at the table. “We eat first.” You told him.

His eyes lit up at your words and a smile crept across his face as he took his seat across from you again. With his arms on the table and leaning forwards slightly he gave you a loving look. “Thank you.” You knew how much he cared for you and vice versa. You hated seeing him so concerned for you wellbeing.

“Of course, Vash.” You said with a soft smile.

#trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x you #vash x y/n #vash the stampede #vash imagine #trigun x reader

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Going on short hiatus. In a bad situation

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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i had the most mouth watering thought- (headcanon?? idk),,,

So you know how Vash and Nai have their own plant markings, well how would they react towards humans. we have stretch marks all over our bodies too. I just like thinking about them being very curious almost thinking that you might be plant beings like themselves till you have to explain that it's just natural and your in fact a human, the marks don't do anything special like glow, but they seem in awe. You'll soon noticed how much their eyes tend to linger more then usual if you wear clothing that shows more skin or how they gently trace their finger across your body when you sleep together,, if your in more intimate moments prepare for sweet kisses too. It doesn't matter if you think your markings are special or not. They will feel even more connected to you knowing that you both bare markings ♡

if anyone expands on this and makes a fic like this pls tag me <3

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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(Hiii you could ignore this if you want) imagine an AU where you have a miniature version of your soulmate with Vash? His obviously looks like his merch plush 🥺 You just got this little guy that follows you around that squeaks and stuff. Maybe the only thing the minis can say is their own name like pokemon. Your left exasperated that the humanoid typhoon is possibly your soulmate so you gotta like hide him in your pocket so no one gets wind of him.

A small fluffy filler. There’s probably misspellings galore or typos I’m so sorry lol.

A Mini Disaster — Vash The Stampede

Summary: Vash finds you in the desert after you take a tumble down the dune chasing a tiny version of your yo be soulmate.

A few years back, you finally received your own mini version of your soulmate, Vash. At first you thought it was impossible, that maybe you were mishearing the little guy, over the years it became clear that was just what he was saying. You were scared, you didn’t want to get in trouble because of the little guy, so you keep him hidden for the most part. Being a wanderer between cities though, you get to spend a lot of time with your mini-Vash.

He’s your only company out in the endless sands of this dusty old planet.

“Vash!” You hear him squeak from your pocket. A small smile graces your features as you look down at him, carefully scooping him into your hand and lifting him to your face. “What is it?” You coo.

“Is something the matter?”

He squeaked and ran around on your hand frantically, as if he were trying to tell you something. He’d only ever done such a thing when you first found him. Then suddenly and unexpectedly, he jumped from your hand and into the sands. You heart dropped as you screamed.

“Vash, wait!” You called out as you chased after him. He kept running, with no signs of stopping. The sands swallowed every step, slowing you from catching up to him anytime soon.

“You’ll get hurt.”

From the other side of the sand dune, you heard a similar shout. Decidedly ignoring it, you dove to the other side, tumbling your way down in a ball of grunts and groans. You stopped on your back, the dark sky above you filling your vision. Vash’s squeaking could be heard close to your head and a pair of footsteps neared.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

A blonde with blue eyes and a worried smile leaned into your sight, concern swimming in his eyes. “That was quite a tumble! Here, let me help you up.”

He held out his hand for you to take, quietly you grumbled as you took it. “Thank you.” He hoisted you up to your feet. Something about him seemed awfully familiar…that’s when you felt a soft bump against your ankle. Vash had run into your leg to catch your attention. Your heart fluttered as you scooped him into your hands.

“Vash! Don’t go running off like that it’s dangerous!” You fussed.

The man beside you spoke up, visibly confused. “Huh? Me?” He pointed to himself. You look to him with furrowed brows, your stomach churning.

“Is that your name or something?” You asked as you tucked away small Vash into your pocket. Thinking of it now, both your small companion and new friend here had very similar looks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze.

He smiled nervously. “Actually, it is.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. “How’d you know?”

You freeze, your lips agape, softly trying to get the words out as you stare in wonder. “Wait.” Looking down at your pocket you took out your little companion again and presented it to the man.

“Vash!” Your companion chirped from your hand. A red hue spread across your mystery man’s face as he looked at your companion. There was a small look of confusion when his eyes flickered up to you.

“What is that?” He asked. Leaning forward, he prodded at the small thing with his pointer finger and a focused face. “It said my name…” He looked back up at you, his brows creasing.

Your chest began to grow warm alongside your face as you looked at him, realization just dawning upon you. Buzzing excitement massed through you and you clenched your hands tightly. “It supposed to represent you…my soulmate.”

His eyes widen at your words and he begins to stumble. “Soul…mate…?” Chuckling nervously, he looks away. “What’s that? I’ve never heard of that before.” His voice is timid and gentle as he speaks.

A soft smile spreads across your face as you tilt your head at him, raising a brow in question. “You don’t know what a soulmate is?” His eyes flicker up to you and he shakes his head carefully. How he couldn’t know about soulmates is beyond you but you take pride in being able to explain this to him. Vash is intent on listening to you, with puppy like eyes and a small content smile.

“A soulmate is someone you were meant to be with, it’s like the universe decided that two people were made for each other and gave them a special bond. It’s meant to be.”

Mini-Vash climbed up your arm and into your shoulder where he nuzzled against your neck. You smiled at that and Vash pointed at your companion. “And that thing is supposed to be me?” He asks.

You nod my head. “Yeah, it tells up who our soulmate is and stays with us until we meet them.” Gently you pet his head, before you look back up at Vash, furrowing your brows. “You don’t have one?”

He shakes his head, his gaze lingering on the small version of him on you shoulder. “What happens to them on eve you meet your person?” A sadness creeps it’s way into his eyes, hearing the what you said earlier he feels it’s not a good thing but you smile reassuringly.

“He gets to stay with me.”

Vash’s eyes light up again and he smiles brightly as he looks at his tiny self. “It’s so cute.” He looks back up at you with that face, that adorable look. “If I’m being honest, you are too.” Smiling sheepishly, his face flushes. You chuckle as your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Well, Vash The Humanoid Typhoon. You don’t seem as bad as they make you out to be. Why don’t you come with me? Get yo know one another.” His eyes soften at your offer and he nods. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love too.”

#vash imagines #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader

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