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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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Hello if its not too much can you write something with soulmate au where you cant lie to each other with babygirl vash? c: thank u

Ahhh good ole soulmate AU we love to see it. Me every time: I’ll make this short :) 800 words later lol

‘Eyes on you, eyes on me’

Vash x Reader

You’ve been quietly cleaning your gun for the past five minutes when you feel Meryl’s gaze on you. Looking up and giving her a confused look, she subtly points at Vash. Who is sitting barely in sight by the car struggling with something?

Raising a brow at her she sighs, getting up and joining your side. “I think he’s hurt.” She whispers, you certainly wouldn’t be surprised the firefight you all barely escaped from was intense, but you don’t understand the point she’s trying to make.

Meryl pouts at you, “will you talk to him? If I ask him, he’ll just wave me off.” You huff, “and why would he listen to me?” You barely know the man, the four of you haven’t been traveling together long. You were just here to do a job, protect some nosy reporters and well you didn’t want to get attached to any of them. It was easy to keep to yourself.

Besides you get it, you were hiding your own injury the bullet had grazed your bicep and you were able to get it cleaned and wrapped before anyone could tell. “Well, you are kind of scary so I figured you had a better chance!” Meryl says this with a smile, and you roll your eyes. With a sigh you holster your weapon and stand brushing sand off yourself you head towards Vash.

You know it’s better not to argue with Meryl you’ll go over and ask, he’ll probably brush you off and that will be that. You stop in front of Vash and he looks up startled but gives you a gentle smile that you know is fake. With a sigh you put your hands on your hips, “Alright Vash, are you hurt?”

“Yes,” you look at him startled he looks just as confused, as he slaps his hands over his mouth. “What?” You say, “what?!” He repeats, okay now you're confused. You drop down to your knees in front of him, “Vash… what did you say?” He gives you a painful look but drops his hands.

“I said yes, I am hurt. I got shot, but I’ll be fine honest!” You place a hand on his knee to stop his rambling and he pretty much squeaks at the contact. Your brain is working a mile a minute and then jumps to a horrible conclusion, you couldn’t even think it.

“Your arm!” Vash says grabbing your upper arm to bring it closer to him, oh damn you must have bled through the bandage, you are already ready to dismiss his worries, but then he asks you a dreaded question.

“Are you okay?” You want to so badly to just say yes, but the words won’t come and you know why. Because yes is a lie. Your face grows pale and you feel sick, you are not a fool to the idea of soulmates, but just no. Not him, no way! But you can’t lie to him, trying to get the word out makes you sick.

“No, I’m really not.” You answer honestly, not able to meet his eyes. Because you are scared, of what this could mean for the two of you. He’s not saying anything now and you're thankful for it.

Vash can only stare at you, he’s not naive Rem had once explained to him and Nai the concept of human soulmates, but everyone figured that didn’t include them since they were well… different. But yet here you are right in front of him! He drops your arm, unsure what to say to you.

“Look let’s start over, y/n it’s nice to meet you.” You hold out a hand for him with a nervous smile, he smiles softly at you a real one as he takes your hand in his. “Vash and the pleasure are all mine.” You laugh as he grips your hand, we’ll it’s not a lie you conclude this would certainly be interesting.

You take the med kit that he had been trying to hide, and you patch up the wound on his side, luckily, he was just grazed. You can see him blushing as your hands skim over his side, you decide not to point it out because you are sure your own face looks similar.

“All done.” You whisper, he takes the med kit from you and gives you a pointed look. “Oh, you don’t have to, it really doesn’t hurt much.” You answer with a sigh, “I want to.” He pouts at you, and who are you to refuse? The silence stretches out, and your mouth works faster than your brain.

“So, soulmates huh?” Now, why would you say that, you blush even brighter and Vash makes a choking noise as he ties off your bandage a little too tightly. Which makes you yelp.

“Sorry!” He cries out, you try to shush him not wanting to gain the attention of your other traveling companions. “It’s fine!” He relaxes, now that he knows you can’t lie to him your words have a bit more weight to them. Feeling brave you move to sit next to him on his uninjured side, grabbing his flesh hand in your own.

“This is nice.” You say leaning your head on his shoulder, he lets out a soft chuckle leaning his cheek on top of your head. “Yeah, it is.”

You two have a lot to figure out, but for now, you would just enjoy each other's company under the stars.

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

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h4venpha · 1 year

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↳ 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — vash the stampede

98 vash centered, fluff, vash pierces ur ear for you

i saw a headcanon that vash pierced his own ear and i went crazy.

also i got my ears professionally pierced and they got infected lik years ago so. just know that before u read

“vash- are you serious? come on!” you turn around and glare at him while he backs away and continues to complain.

“i- i mean really? are you sure this is a good idea?” vash looks at you with a sheepish smile. a clean needle pinched in his hand and a rapidly melting ice cube in the other, the water dripping onto the front of his shirt.

“yes, oh my god, do it already,” you roll your eyes as you hold your hair out of your face.

“but like what if it gets infected or something?”he bites his lip in worry.

“okay well… yours didn’t get infected, and we’re using the same method, so it should be fine,” you suggest.

“but- but it’s different…” and he’s hopping back and forth on his feet, unknowingly shaking the water off the ice cube onto the bathroom floor.

“how.” you ask in monotone voice as you deadpan.

“if mine got infected it would be my fault, but if i get your’s infected then…” vash starts to pout. “then i would feel really bad!”

“come on, its just one piercing, it’ll be fine i promise,” you reassure in a softer tone and face back towards the mirror.

“…i still don’t want to hurt you,” he whines quieter but moves in closer, half melted ice cube and needle hovering next to your ear.

“vash,” you laugh softly. “it’s barely one second of pain, i can handle it,” regardless, you watch him purse his lips in the mirror’s reflection.

“o-okay,” he responds even though he feels like it wasn’t okay at all.

he presses the slippery ice cube to the underside of your ear lobe and hovers the needle over the little marking of where the earring would go. and he’s trying to get it right in the middle but his hands are shaking.

“vash, come on,” you watch him in the mirror as he pauses and takes a breath, finally centering it.

“should i count down or-“ he chuckles nervously.

“vash!”

“okay! okay, hold still…”

you close your eyes and prepare yourself, blood pumping in anticipation. hopefully vash didn’t have his eyes closed as well. he removes the ice cube from your skin and pinpoints the needle to the center of your ear lobe. it pierces through your flesh and you wince lightly.

“oh my god! i’m sorry!” vash winces like he was the one getting pierced.

“what? no, it’s fine! you did good!” your eyes sparkling as you look in the mirror at the needle sticking out from your ear. vash is pacing with nervousness by your side.

“did i? oh i hope so…” he’s biting his thumb lightly as he looks at you with worry.

“you did! here- put the earring in now.” laughing softly, you sit back down on the stool and hand him a small rhinestone stud.

“right, right.” he gulps and takes them with shaky fingers. vash slowly removes the needle and begins pushing the earring into small hole. “please tell me if it hurts,” his eyebrows creasing as he says softly. you watch him huff out the breath he was holding as he gets the earring all the way in and starts to put the back on.

when he finally pulls away, you jump up and lean in close at the mirror, examining it.

“see! i told you, it looks so good!” you tilt your face to the side and watch as it sparkles in the bathroom light.

“you think so?” vash asks as he watches you admire your piercing. he reaches up and thumbs his own earring, already imagining wearing matching sets of jewelry with you. he feels his face warm before he clears his throat, refraining himself from thinking about it. “i’m glad then, glad you trust me though, that is.” he smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck.

you turn and throw your arms around his neck, his hands naturally finding their place around your waist. you’re on your tip toes as he hugs you back.

“thank you,” you say softly and tighten your hold around him. his loose hair brushing against your face as you press closer. he only hums back and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, your happiness was more than enough to make him forget how worrisome he was about piercing your ear.

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months had passed after vash pierced your ear. it healed steadily for the first few months. although you experienced soreness and you often had to only sleep on one side, the outcome was rewarding.

you were able to change your earring out whenever you wanted and to whatever you wanted. especially if vash wanted to match earrings with you. he was embarrassed at first when he asked but now he often unashamedly buys earrings for you to share with him. ranging from shiny studs to silly, colorful ones to slim dangling ones.

the very first earring he got for you after it healed was a small silver hoop that matched the one he always wore. vash helped you take out the original stud you had in and slipped the hoop into the small lobe.

vash found that he became quite fond of the earrings you wore, especially when it was the silver hoop one. it was almost like his trademark, and when you wore it, it turned his insides into mush. thus the habit of fiddling with your earring starts, he likes to reach around your shoulder and run his metal finger over it, creating a little tinkling sound next to your ear. and its almost therapeutic the way he sometimes trails the pad of his metal finger over the edge of your ear lobe. and when you turn and look at him with an embarrassed face, he only smiles sweetly, fingers still gently running over your earring.

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beanibon · 10 months

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hai (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

ive been reading your fics for a while now and i love them and look forward to each one 🩷

mayhaps i suggest one where vash get reader pregnant and it ignites more kinks?? lykk ugh ik breeding is such a heavy hc on vash so imagine whenever reader accidentally bumps her belly on any part of his body and his brain just *short circuits* 💥🥵 into a loving spiral of inappropriate thoughts--akdndnsomsnsjsndk feel free to disregard if u not comfy muah!

This gives such 98/BLR Vash vibes, so I hope you don't mind me incorporating that into this request. But honestly though interpret however you feel 💜

TW: dubcon, breeding kink, sex during pregnancy, creampie, vash calling himself daddy (cause he would), mummy kink, breastfeeding kink.

The moment Vash could see that beautiful baby bump it drove him crazy, worshipping your stomach every spare second, showering you in kisses. So the moment you grew bigger, waddling around the house you could only imagine how Vash reacted.

Every spare moment Vash found a way to pamper you, or coo at your stomach at your unborn child. You adored how enthusiastic he was, it was quite adorable.

For years he had only ever dreamed of having a child, now that dream was becoming reality. Vash could pamper you endlessly now, already finding out how holding your stomach had you sighing with relief. He found it cute.

Your soft called summoned him into the kitchen, happily skipping up to you. Loving greeting you with endless kisses to your beautiful neck, drinking in every giggle. You were so perfect to him, everything about you had him in giddy delight.

"Can you please grab those spices for me? It's hard to reach without hitting my stomach." Vash was happy to oblige, sidestepping around you to grab the spices. As he reached up, you turned, stomach bumping into his side.

Apologies spilt from your lips, but Vash heard nothing, mind far from blank with all the thoughts flashing through it. Unholy and very inappropriate thoughts.

The sensation of your curved stomach pressed into his side made him almost carnal, mind running wild with all the things he could do.

"Vash?" Your sweet voice drove him to look at you, smile wobbly. "You're hard."

Blinking, Vash looked down, jumping as he turned away. Shielding his erection with his jacket, he offered you an awkward grin, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Geez, sorry about that Mayfly, don't know what's happening there haha." His voice was flustered, silently willing his cock to unharden.

"Vash, if you're wanting sex I'm not at all offended by it, we're married you know." You teased gently, cupping his face to have him looking at you.

Excitement was evident in the way he looked back down at you, pulling closer until your baby bump pressed carefully against his stomach. It had his eyes rolling back into his skull, groaning at how his cock ached within his pants.

"Might wanna take dinner off the stove beautiful."

You had been placed comfortably on your side, Vash slipping a fluffed up pillow underneath your stomach. He was so gentle with everything he did, placing a leg over his shoulder to angle his cock perfectly inside your soft walls.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, make you cum around my cock." Vash moaned, thrusts short and sweet.

Teeth grazed your leg, leaving small love bites wherever his lips touched. Vash was needy, with one hand placed so lovingly on your stomach, the other massaging your thigh. It drove you wild how his hands tenderly graced your skin, even if you did cringe slightly the moment he so proudly called himself 'daddy'.

"Go-gonna cum beautiful, pump you full of my seed until your swelling with more of my children," Vash shivered, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Gonna look so beautiful, daddy's gonna love you."

Your eyes squeezed shut as Vash's warm seed was pumped into your orgasming cunt, panting heavily as you leaned back, watching as Vash drooled at the sight. That hungry gaze had you sighing, knowing your sweet husband hadn't been satiated quite yet.

"Go on, I don't mind Vash." You encouraged, giggling at the way he kissed your stomach.

What you didn't expect was Vash flipping you on your back, instantly uncomfortable at laying flat. Your lungs were already struggling to suck in air, hands squeezing Vash's bicep as you tried to get him to prop something under you.

Only Vash didn't, the moment he saw you struggling, uncomfortable and squirming, it lit something primal in him.

The way your head was thrown back, crying out as Vash thrusted into you, watching as your swollen breasts bounced painfully at his rapid thrusts. Your large belly was bouncing slightly against his own stomach, and it only made Vash shudder and groan.

With your head pounding with an oncoming headache, whiny pleas spilling from your drooling lips. Crying out when rough hands pinched, pulled and massaged your bruised breasts.

Guilt started to form in the pit of Vash's gut, seeing his beautiful partner crying at his advances, but for some reason he couldn't stop, apologies fired rapidly your way. When his release was close he pulled out, fisting his cock until he was coming all over you.

The sight had Vash melting, seeing that beautiful stomach coated in his seed, he was swooning until your pained groaned had him scooping your body into his arms.

"I'm sorry Mayfly, you looked too gorgeous, please forgive me. Can I get you anything, water? Maybe some pain meds?" He rubbed your back, easing the tension that caused it to ache. You just nodded tiredly as Vash propped some pillows behind you, ensuring you were comfortable before running off to grab water and meds.

As Vash came sulking back, passing you the much required painkillers, he snuggled up to you, nuzzled into the side of your breast. You placed his prosthetic hand over your stomach, lips pressed onto Vash's forehead in a loving kiss.

"Please don't do that again sweetie, I know you've been holding back for months now, but I can't lay on my back anymore." You explained gently as if Vash was a child, fingers combing his spikey blonde hair.

"Of course Mayfly, I'm sorry." Vash hid his face in your neck, breathing in your natural scent.

His eyes drifted down to your breasts again, saliva pooling in his mouth once more.

"Hey Mayfly?"

"Yes Vash?"

"They say breastfeeding helps you bond with the baby."

"Yes, I know... what are you suggesting Vash?" Your voice held a warning tone, already gaining some idea as to where he was going with this.

"This baby also need to bond with its mummy."

"I swear to god Vash, you're not drinking my breast milk."

"Our child needs to learn to share with its daddy!"

You swore to only have one child after this, turns out Vash managed to persuade you to have three more.

Hope you enjoyed Anon! Love you all heaps 💜

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novasintheroom · 5 months

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hiii ✧⁠*⁠。

could i request a scenario w wolfwood (trimax coding if possible) and reader in an established relationship, using kiss prompt 13 from dialogue list 1? thank u heehee 🩷

Absolutely! I'm not familiar w/ trimax really, so I hope this still came out alright!

Lipstick Kisses

♡ Pairing - Wolfwood x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - slight make-out session

♡ Description: Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

The floorboards beat with the strumming of guitars and drums. People stamp their feet, dancing with each other and their drinks. It’s bright in the bar. Lively. The whole town is celebrating another close call from bandits. It was a hard-won victory, thanks to Vash the Stampede and his friends.

The Stampede himself is at the bar, tie magically around his head and babbling happily. Meryl and Millie watch from a nearby table, murmuring to themselves and enjoying their own drinks. They don’t wonder too much about where their other two friends are. You’re usually around somewhere, just out of sight.

Of course, you and Nico had secreted yourselves nearby, in one of the bar’s small hallways. The perfect place for a little lovin’.

“You’re gonna get lipstick all over me,” Nico grumps, but still stretches to let your lips find another spot on his skin.

You hum, leaning back to admire your work. A patchwork of lips decorates his neck, his jaw. “Not all over you,” you tease. You rub at a lip mark, dark red-turned-purple smearing in the dim lighting. “Just the parts I can see.”

“Well if you want to get it all over me, we could find a room and – oof.” Your hit doesn’t actually wind him, but he takes the hint. He smiles at your glare.

You smile back after a moment. “You’re awful.”

He pulls you close again and leans down for a kiss. Your lips meld together, sweet and endearing. It’s hard to have moments like this alone nowadays. Too many eyes, too many whispers. But tonight is a celebration of another close call. It’s time to indulge.

Your lips wander again. You feel his Adam’s Apple bounce with his swallow, his stubble grazing your cheeks as you reach for his ear. It’s easy to kiss him. Easy to love him. You press another red kiss to his earlobe and whisper. You aren’t even sure what, but it brings goosebumps to his skin. He tries to do the same to you – bending down to press a kiss to the groove of your neck. It tickles, and you laugh. Nico lets out his own breathy laugh, cut off to a low groan when you kiss his throat again.

“Princessa…” he warns, but you keep kissing. You want to mark him up, see nothing but your lip stains on his skin. Not a patch of natural color in sight. But Nico knows where this could lead, and he isn’t about to let you go so far. So he grabs your chin and hefts your lips to his again, pressing once, twice, three times before melding perfectly again to a sweet, long kiss.

You’re breathless when he pulls back. He isn’t much better. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose. “What you do to me…”

You giggle and press your nose to his.

A waitress suddenly opens the door and moves through the hall. She only glances at you two, eyes sliding over you like water before she’s gone again, into the backroom. She must be used to scenes like yours.

You, however, are not, and your face is flushed at being caught. You bury your face in his chest and shake your head. You want to leave now. Go back to the party. “That’s so embarrassing…”

Your man snickers and says, “Hey,” softly. You look up at him, pouting, but unable to hold it when you see again just how many lipstick marks you’ve left over his face. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he says. Nico laughs and pats your cheek. “S’a good color on you.”

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. “Not as good as the lipstick color on you,” you shoot back. You’re pleased to see the red rise to his cheeks.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls out a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and gives it to you. “Help me clean up, will you?” He mutters something about getting back to the party, anyway. The moment is gone, and it’s time to move forward.

You take your time wiping the makeup off. Each one needs a bit of good scrubbing. You’ll have to get this lipstick brand again – it really stays on well. Nico is patient, letting you wipe and re-wipe several areas, dampening the handkerchief with your spit to help the stubborn ones. He watches you stick your tongue out, concentrating on every little bit. It’s hard to not kiss you when you look like that. When you’re finally satisfied with your work, you step back and give him a once over. “Okay…I think you’re clean.”

He reaches out and wipes away a smear of lipstick on the side of your mouth. He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Thanks, doll.”

The bar is bright when you come out of the doorway. People nod at you two, some giving winks and knowing smirks. You squeeze Nico’s hand before flitting away to the bar to get you two the drinks you want. He watches for a moment before finding his way to Millie and Meryl nearby.

“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” Meryl quips.

Nico pauses for a split second before lowering himself in a seat. “What do you mean? We just went for a little walk.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Millie is staring at a spot on Nico’s neck. “Gosh, Mister Wolfwood, if you went for a walk, it must have been a very loving one, what with that lipstick on you!”

Nico feels a blush creep up his neck. He slaps a hand where he sees Millie’s eyes and rubs. Red lipstick smears onto his fingers. You’d missed one on purpose. He looks at you at the bar. You turn away with a quick smile. Caught red-handed.

Meryl and Millie laugh at his plight while he grumbles about you being blind. Still, his heart hammers at how blatantly you made your mark for everyone to see.

Oh, he’d get you for this later.

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #ww x reader #writing #self insert #reader insert #nova writes #nova answers

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anyasathenaeum · 10 months

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Headcanons of Wolfwood trying to process the person he has a crush on just. Lifting the Punisher one handed? Or lifting him one handed by the back of the collar like he's a misbehaving kitten.

A/N: WAIT I LOVE THIS, Wolfwood would absolutely be SHOOKETH, I added in headcanons of Wolfwood realizing he has a crush on you as a bonus

Wolfwood developing a crush was definitely something he didn't anticipate at all, it wasn't on his bingo card

And for his crush to be somebody who could probably kick his ass? Wolfwood DEFINITELY didn't see that coming

Wolfwood's a sucker for strong individuals, it doesn't matter in what way - physically, mentally, emotionally, strength of mind, of character or resolve, he'd be a sucker for you the moment you show strength in any way

Like watching you lift the Punisher like it weighs nothing? He's speechless - how do you even do that?

You're stronger than he ever expected you to be and his heart is doing weird stuff in his chest for an hour after witnessing that, and any time he remembers that, his heart does a weird fluttering thing

Having you literally pull Wolfwood and lift him by the scruff of his neck when he's fighting with Vash or about to get shot at? Man finds it incredible and his jaw is dropping open as you set him down

Will (reluctantly and gruffly) thank you for keeping him out of trouble, the smallest blush present on the bridge of his nose and the tips of his ears

"U-Um... thanks, (Y/N). Dunno I needed you there but... thanks for looking out for me."

You banter with him and snap back at him when he teases you, matching his energy and standing your ground? Wolfwood is literal seconds away from buying a ring right there and begging you to marry him

He would just be in straight awe of you, but he tries his best to hide it so people don't think he's getting soft

His best isn't enough, though

Man is not as slick as he thinks he is, and is definitely caught staring at you by Vash, Meryl, Milly and Roberto (and literally every other person who witnesses the two of you)

Will vehemently deny that he's staring at you or doing anything that could possibly indicate he likes you in any way more than as a friend or finds you incredible

"Don't be stupid, Needle-Noggin'! I just zoned out, that's all! Don't think you're clever!"

But over time, as Wolfwood spends more time with you, getting to know you and see you in action as you keep him safe or banter with him and tease him, he starts to realize that he's got feelings for you

Wolfwood begins to understand that the overwhelming warmth in his chest that he feels when he sees that you're safe after an altercation, or the jitteriness he feels when he accidentally brushes against you isn't a normal thing

Wolfwood eventually has to come to terms with the fact that he may or may not potentially have a teeny tiny itty bitty crush on you

It's actually a massive crush and he's already in love with you let's be real he just is too proud and kinda scared to admit it

I can literally imagine Wolfwood having a drink at a saloon when he comes to the sudden realization that he's got a crush on you, especially after hearing your laugh and realizing how happy it makes him to hear you laughing

Man immediately chokes on his drink seconds afterwards and ends up sounding like he's coughing up a lung

Now that he realizes he's got a crush on you, he's unsure what to do about it and I can picture him trying to be smug and confident but he actually comes across a bumbling mess

Tries to lean up on the Punisher only for him to fall straight over, but thankfully you catch both him and the Punisher before they hit the sand

Man has literal heart eyes when you set him upright and brush him off, checking if he's alright and looking at him with concern

Bottom line - Wolfwood's in love and he's a simp for you but doesn't know how to handle it

#anya's athenaeum #answered #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun #trigun x reader #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood

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yurinaa-world · 1 year

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Mmm idk Vash Wolfwood reaction of you sacrificing for them but like gets badly hurt but y/n doesn't die or u can decide that

Thanks in advance buddy 😊

Characters: Vash x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Vash and Nicholas see you sacrificing yourself and getting hurt.

Warnings: Mention of a gun, blood, and spelling errors

Vash "The Humanoid Typhoon

Sitting on the ground of an abandoned building, the floorboards creak from your weight as a gunshot rings through the building. "Damn!" you grunted, clutching your gun to your chest while reloading your bullets. "Are you alright, (name)?"" Vash asked, "Who was sitting beside you? "I'm good, but this is not the time," you snapped back, reloading the one last bullet in the barrel.

A small round bullet went through the window, almost hitting "those sons of..." You growled under your breath, going up to the window and peering outside before shooting a bullet out at the window, breaking it with another shot. A loud bang filled the air as the bullet ricocheted.

"Vash, get out of here as fast as you can," you said. "What about you?" He exclaimed, "At this point, we both will get killed!" You responded, "Don't worry about me; I'll come join you when I'm done with them." You replied, "Please don't die." Vash begged, "I won't." You answered, turning your head towards Vash. "Just go!" Vash nodded his head and scrambled to his feet as he ran out the back door.

Before a sharp pain shimmied your shoulder like a bullet, you fell backwards onto the ground and dropped your gun by your side, blood pouring down your wound. You gritted your teeth, clenched your jaw in pain, and gripped your wound's hand tightly to stop the bleeding. You gritted your teeth together and took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

Grabbing the gun again to end this before another bullet flew past, hitting the wall behind you, You cursed quietly before pulling the trigger again, shooting the remaining men who were shooting at you and Vash. Once you empty the bullets, you put the empty gun to your side of your pants.

You gritted your teeth again and tried to push yourself up, but the pain in your shoulder made it hard to move. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment, before starting to limp towards the back door. The door handle was broken, but you didn't care as you pulled the handle open, wincing at the cold air that hit your wound.

You stumbled out of the ruined building. "(Name)," a family voice shouted, causing you to flinch and nearly fall over. Vash runs up to you and says, "(Name), you're bleeding!" He gasped, grabbing your arm, helping you stand straight, and supporting most of your weight on him.

He helps you limp into the alleyway, sitting you against the cold wall. You sigh and lean against the wall, trying your hardest to keep breathing and not pass out as your shoulder pulses in pain every time you breathe. You couldn't focus on anything other than the searing pain, which you had no doubt was going to scar. "It's going to be alright, I promise," Vash reassured, letting out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob, his hands shaking as he held onto you. "........I....promise..." you replied, hot tears rolling down your face.

".......Promise....." you repeated.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood "The Punisher"

Curses leaving you and Nicholas' mouths as you both shoot bullets at the enemy and run away from it, bullets going all around your heads and hitting the ground with loud bangs, making your ears ring in pain while running and jumping for cover, you and Nicholas being meters apart from each other and trying to avoid the bullets that are coming your way.

"you alright" He asked you, "Yeah, I'm fine; how about yourself?" You reply back, panting from the adrenaline rush that has been flowing through your body. You were still able to keep your feet moving, but you could tell Nicholas was getting tired.

No wonder when he's carrying around a huge cross, looking out to see or shoot your enemies, your heart sinks seeing a gun pointed Nicholas' way. "NICHOLAS!' you yelled out, pulling him out of the fire, feeling the bullet hit your body, the sharp pain shooting through your body.

Your vision is blurry as you fall on the ground, tears stinging in your eyes, and your ears ringing loudly as the world falls silent, even gunshots going still, as if time stopped for you as you lie there on the hard ground, breathing heavily.

"Hey, are you alright, (name)?" Nicholas lifts you from the ground, placing his hand under your head to support your weight. "What happened to men who were shooting?" you ask, still gasping for breath. "Forget about it, damn it," he replies with annoyance laced in his voice. You smile lightly, seeing the anger and sadness mixed in his expression. "I'll be fine; it takes a lot to kill me," you say, trying to joke to lighten up the situation.

His expression turns into a glare. "It's like you'll let me die anytime soon." You let out a shaky laugh before coughing again. "You better not die or I'll kill you first."

"I won't"

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vash x wolfwood!reader

vash just fawning over wolfwood’s sister, like he’d be staring without him even noticing.

when she notices she’s like “what’re you staring at?” immediately looks away.

she seems mean on the outside; but is very kind and sweet once you get to know her.

also Nicholas and her bicker a lot

if possible can u write this please

A/N: The sister????? The potential for Vash and Wolfy to be… IN-LAWS???!?!?!! Or even more interesting AN ANGSTY TRIANGLE??? OH I AM SO DOWN

I also finished Black Lagoon Recently, so this prompt was very appropriate! How serendipitous. This character totes took heavy inspo from Eda.

So Called Nun

In Vash's opinion, there were only two things in this world that seemed to throw Nicholas D. Wolfwood off his game. Drinking too fast, and seeing those from his past. The latter was definitely true when one night Nicholas was definitely on edge.

"You good, Wolfwood? You've almost drunk that whole bottle and it's not even midnight yet." Vash asked, worried about his friend.

"Don't worry about it, Needle Noggin." Wolfwood grumbled before downing another shot of Jack, the smack of the whiskey causing him to slightly totter in his chair.

Suddenly, the clatter of the saloon doors slamming open caused the patrons to fall silent. Normally, someone slamming into the saloon in attempts to assert dominance you get a simple eye roll. The bar stayed silent at the venue of a young woman… in a nun's garb?

A pair of gaudy sunglasses sat atop her covered head, and her eyes were hazed over with the memories of intentional murder. To the trained nose, she reeked of death and decay, as if those she'd killed clung to her robes in a meager attempt to drag her to hell as they seeked retribution. That's how she looked to Wolfwood who nearly fell out of his chair at the sight of her.

To Vash however, she was truly a beautiful angel! A woman of the cloth who clearly sought out those who needed the grace of God! The shades were a wonderful accent to her eyes that were intensely full of passion!

The woman immediately stomped over to Wolfwood, kicking a chair out of the way to sit down on. She snatched Nicholas' bottle of Jack before plopping down on the chair, kicking her legs up into the table in front of her.

Her boots were anything but elegant. Once sleek combat boots were now cracked and ragged leather, one of which wasn't even tied.

"Nico, Nico, Nico, it's been so long!" She gave him a toast with the bottle before downing a good amount of the remaining portion.

"And what the fuck do you want, dear Sister?"

"Is that how you treat family after not coming home for nearly 6 years? Livio would be so upset." The woman shrugged. She glanced over to the red coated man who was making the most wide eyed love struck face at him. She swore she could see drool in the corner of his mouth.

"And what are you looking at, ya damn Needle Noggin? Take a fuckin picture." She scowled at him. Vash immediately turned his head away from her, looking at the ground.

"Hey, leave my buddy alone. He's basically harmless." Wolfwood rolled his eyes at her, "besides, he's into rough treatment." His fingers tapped Impatiently on the table.

"Ah, I see how it is." A sneaky sneer came over her face. She got up from the chair, standing over Vash, gently taking his chin to guide it to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, little puppy, what was your name again?" Her voice turned smoother.

"V-Vash the Stampede, Miss!" He tensed up at her hand moving to cup his face.

"How adorable. Your wanted posters don't do you justice, really." She brushed her thumb against the beauty mark on his cheek, "Maybe God's blessing can be upon you tonight, Puppy." She teased him.

Wolfwood on the other hand, had swatted the shot glass away so as not to break it in his hand. He flexed his hand to keep it from locking up.

"Did you have a reason you were here, Sis?" He tried to keep the growl out of his voice. It didn't work.

"Ah, yes. About that." Her voice gained an air of intensity as she abandoned teasing the stampede, and walked around to stand in front of Nicholas, "Chapel and Livio are headed home, but not after they terrorize the whole town, and kick everyone but our family out. I can't do anything about it, since I have some obligations that are a little more… binding." She glanced away, dodging her reason for not assisting,

"My point is, I can't help them, but I know you two can. Please make sure everyone is okay, and don't get yourself killed? They've been bugging me about getting you to come home anyways." She chuckled halfheartedly. Wolfwood took a deep breath, and sat forward in his chair.

"Alright. I'll make a beeline that way first thing in the morning. If you clean up early, you can always join us." He looked up to his sister.

"That's a nice thought, but I don't think that'll be possible, big brother." She shook her head. Her voice was softer than before, as if she was peeking out from behind the shield she'd put up.

"Ah, don't go all soft on me now, don't worry, big bro will handle everything!" He gave a hollow smile that would put Vash's to shame as he put his arm up and flexed.

"I'm sure you've got this. Well, I better head out, Nico-ni. I'll buy drinks next time." She smiled, with almost a bittersweet smile as she ruffled his hair. She snatched the bottle of Jack off of the table, and made her way out of the bar, "Consider this collateral!" She laughed maniacally.

"What a woman." Vash practically had little hearts floating around his head.

"Yeah, what an idiot." Wolfwood frowned, now boozeless, and his buzz gone. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, processing his sister's words.

Livio. How long had it been?

He needed a cigarette.

#trigun #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #sister au #black lagoon inspiration #livio the double fang

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vllergy · 11 months

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literally the first snz thing i've ever written please go ahead and eviscerate me but the brainrot was real and i needed an exorcism literally no plot, just snz. have some allergic!wolfwood and some kink!vash who is absolutely losing his mind in the seat next to him (dedicated to all the greats that came before me, i would tag u but i dont know you and dont want to be weird?!? apologies for showing up out of nowhere but i want to be friends with all of you out there who are writing incredible shit please and thank you)

It's still light enough that the interior of the jeep is bathed in blue velvet and Vash can see every detail of Wolfwood sitting next to him in perfect clarity. But just dark enough that he can watch him from the cover of the soft shadows afforded to him by the arch of the window he's pressed up against without anyone knowing. Vash rolls the side of his head a little farther against the glass just to discourage even the slightest suspicion that he's spying on the other man. Somehow, the glass is still warm even though the inside of the vehicle has cooled down considerably. On any other night, Vash might have chased after the sensation to stave off the chill that inevitably seeps in. Tonight, however, it only serves to make the blood rising to his cheeks feel like a fever. Pinpricks of heat needle at his flesh, stinging him as the blush burns hotter, brighter. He can feel the color red on his skin. He's lucky it's dark, because he's sure his face is as red as his jacket.

Vash inhales a steadying breath and wrenches his eyes away from Wolfwood's profile in an effort to level himself out. Of course, just as he does so, the other man sniffles for what must be the hundredth time in that soft--admittedly unobtrusive--way that sets Vash's blood on fire. He's been doing it for the better part of an hour, and Vash feels like he's losing his mind.

The race clearly lost, the flush on his cheeks radiates down the lower half of his face and throat. It spreads through his chest like a wildfire and suddenly the interior of the jeep feels stifling, like he can't catch his breath.

Still, ever a glutton for punishment, Vash can't help but look back over at Wolfwood. He's rewarded--or damned--with the sight of the other man pushing a knuckle against his nostril and rubbing harshly. It'd be obvious to anyone at this point, but it's been obvious to Vash for some time that something is bothering him.

To be fair, there is something kind of acrid on the air that Vash can't quite place. The farther they drive, the more the sand has a sour edge to it, and the air has the consistency of syrup at the back of his throat. But he's always been more attuned to things like that. He can smell the threat of a storm waiting in a shift of a breeze, or a town full of decay from the way the sand smells even miles out. He's used to being alone in clocking those kinds of changes.

Neither Roberto or Meryl have commented on the change in atmosphere, but even if Wolfwood's not aware of it, it doesn't seem to agree with him. There's a strong part of Vash that's sympathetic. There's a pang in his chest that he always seems to get whenever Wolfwood is anything less than indomitable. Vash gets the urge to protect him, to care for him, to make his life easier somehow, despite any vitriol that might get thrown in his face (and usually does) for trying.

But over the last hour, that sympathy has been well and truly worn out by something stronger. Hungrier. Something that would be a lot easier to get ahold of if he were not sitting with his knee brushing up against the other man's in close quarters with him while he sniffs away in maddening little bursts.

As Vash continues to watch, Wolfwood stretches his face and curls his upper lip over his teeth in an effort to do...something. Vash isn't sure what. That expression is nothing if not terribly itchy and doesn't look like it provides much relief. Wolfwood seems less miserable as than he does terribly inconvenienced by the whole thing. He tried smoking a cigarette earlier but abandoned it early, seemingly not able to divide his attention between that and holding whatever this is at bay.

Whatever this is.

Vash shudders, despite the heat blooming in his chest. Part of him desperately hopes that whatever irritation Wolfwood's experiencing will keep him sniffly and annoyed for the rest of the journey, and nothing more. He'll be miserable, sure, but the alternative would be torture for Vash. And while the blonde is usually a man more than willing to fall on anyone else's sword for any reason and cut his teeth on the blade of mercy, this is one instance he'll gladly let Wolfwood shoulder the suffering.

Then again--that other part of him is silently hoping against all hope that it might happen. It. He can't even think the word to himself, too afraid of what it might unravel in him. He's had yet to see it actually happen. Could it really be now? While they're sitting this close together? While it's this quiet? Vash's throat goes dry at the thought.

He gives a perfunctory glance toward the front windshield just for good measure and then lazily goes back to gazing at Wolfwood.

Oh--

Vash almost misses it, it's so fast. There's a brief snarl of an expression and Wolfwood brings his closed fist underneath his nose. There's no audible inhalation of breath. No sound at all, actually. Just a quick dip of his head, and the briefest shudder of his body that just barely brushes his knee against Vash's.

And then it's over. Wolfwood goes right back to staring out the window as if nothing had occurred, his eyes clear, expression steady. Doesn't even need a clearing sniff to punctuate it.

Vash, for his part, suddenly can't remember how to function. He ripped his gaze away so fast from the display that he's pretty sure his eyes are still spinning. The sand dunes in the distance blur as his gaze unfocuses and he begins to replay each motion over and over again from what little he can remember.

It was so fast, too fast. He should have been paying better attention. He'd missed seeing the way the sneeze must have crept up on Wolfwood, and the moment he must have decided it was happening whether he liked it or not.

Still, all things considered, Vash can't complain about what he did see. The slight cant of Wolfwood's dark brows, the way his nostrils had flared right above his fist, the slight shudder that made the silver cross necklace hanging across his chest wink at Vash in the moonlight.

Vash bites his lip and lets his head tilt back. A deep, cleansing breath chases out the last bit of heat in his lungs.

There. That's the end of it. Wolfwood's concquered whatever it was that was bothering him, and Vash has seen what he wanted to. And he's still somehow in control of himself, by some miracle. All's well that ends well. Hengives a private little smile to the roof of the vehicle and flexes his hands on his thighs, thoroughly satisfied.

Then, Wolfwood sniffs.

Incredulous, Vash opens his eyes and carefully slides them over to the seat next to him. Where sure enough, Wolfwood is once again rubbing at his nose with a knuckle, this time with a bit more urgency. Vash picks up his head and stares with abandon, transfixed.

This time, he gets to see the entire thing. From the way Wolfwood's eyes start to slit closed, each long lash like a swipe of ink collecting in on themselves, to the way his mouth parts and reveals the white flash of a canine. There is a slight sound of breath this time, but soft enough that Vash is sure he's the only one who hears it.

"Hh!"

Then, in the same manner as before, Wolfwood finally succumbs, placing his fist underneath his nose and dipping into a perfectly silent stifle.

Between the haze of arousal, Vash has time to think it's a strange habit, especially for someone like Wolfwood. He's never known the man to do anything with much politeness, or chagrin for that matter. Had he been asked to predict his caliber of sneeze, he would have guessed it would have been a ground-shattering kind of ordeal that would have even woken the likes of Roberto. These tightly constrained sneezes seem oddly antithetical to who Wolfwood is as a person.

Roberto is asleep, but Vash is certain Wolfwood isn't doing this for his benefit. So, then, why?

He doesn't have time to hypothesize further. Before Vash has time to pretend to look away again to keep his cover, Wolfwood stifles a third sneeze into his fist, just as silent as the first two. Wolfwood's body reacts a little more this time, the shudder more pronounced, and his knee hitting Vash's with a bit more strength. Though it could be blamed on the rattle of the ride, Vash knows better. He feels the point of contact like a gunshot.

Now, he's presented with a strange problem. It's customary to bless someone in this situation, but it's clear Wolfwood is trying to keep everyone in this vehicle from knowing he's sneezing. And Vash's rapt attention notwithstanding, he's doing a pretty good job of it.

Vash realizes he can't say anything without giving himself away--and even if he could, he gets the sense Wolfwood isn't someone who takes kindly to having his weaknesses highlighted. Someone who puts this much effort into concealing their sneezing probably doesn't want attention drawn to them, right?

Still, Vash is a creature of habit, even while he's trying desperately to get his blood to flow anywhere other than below his waist. So a moment later, Wolfwood gears up for another sneeze and realizes a simple clenched fist isn't going to cut it. He switches tactics and quickly pinches his nose shut with his thumb and forefinger, causing the sound to break through his teeth.

"Hngt-SST!"

And Vash can't help himself.

"Bless you," he whispers.

As expected, Wolfwood answers him with an all too familiar glare. His eyes shine like coins in the dark and Vash quickly palms the back of his neck, holding up his other hand in a show of surrender. It's a wordless apology, just as is Wolfwood's wordless Shut it, Needle-noggin.

The dark haired man goes back to staring out the window, only now with a scowl. He rubs the palm of his hand at the tip of his nose, crushing it into what he probably hopes is submission. The look on his face seems to say No more, not a single fucking one. And now Vash feels guilty. He didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. It really was just instinct. And maybe partly that strange, weird pulling feeling in his chest that makes him want to close the last inch of distance between them and rub Wolfwood's back until he feels better.

Vash vows not to look anymore. He presses his cheek against the window and concentrates as hard as he can at the scenery outside. Things are blissfully quiet for a few moments. Vash allows himself to be lulled by the rocking of the rough terrain beneath the wheels and feels a bead of sweat drip down his spine.

Then, Wolfwood sniffles.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Vash's first instinct is that the other man is in some kind of emotional distress. Alarmed, he looks over immediately, despite just vowing not to. Wolfwood has his face turned away from him and angled down--Vash realizes he's using the collar of his shirt to rub at his nose.

He's rubbing so hard, he looks like he's trying to start a fire. Vash desperately wants to take his hands and stop him before he hurts himself. He knows he should look away. Give him some privacy. But as soon as Wolfwood's breath starts to hitch, he's unable to do anything else but watch.

The rigorous rubbing comes to a halt and Wolfwood lifts his face just slightly from his collar. His breath snags, a quick staccato of whispered gasps. "Hh--hh..HHh!"

He curls in on himself, shoulders caving as he presses the grey fabric of his collar up over his nose and mouth and executes a near perfect stifle into it. Vash thinks that might be it, but another assaults him without giving him a breath in between. There's volume to it, but not much.

"Hngt-mpff!"

He lifts his head blearily and Vash can see his expression in the reflection of the window. Brow downturned, eyes fluttering--suddenly something shifts and his mouth stretches back into a fuller, deeper gasp. Vash sees his teeth bared for a moment and his chest swelling against the opened panel of his suit.

Oh, this is--

"H'EHTschuh!"

It's not terribly loud, and it's slightly contained by the fabric of his collar, but it's a proper sneeze this time. Wolfwood's whole body bends with the force of it.

"Bless you!" Meryl chimes from the front seat.

Vash winces, but figures it has to be fair game now. Wolfwood raises his opposite hand while the other still has his collar tented over his nose in a brief show of thanks. He sniffs noisily and then with a few testing sniffles, finally lowers his collar. Vash notices there's a damp spot amidst the dark grey fabric. He crosses his legs quickly.

Wolfwood settles back into his seat properly and swipes his wrist under his nose. Vash would have thought his mood might have soured further now that the jig is up, but if anything, he seems more relaxed now. His legs splay out, his thigh coming to rest against Vash's and their shoulders brushing. Wolfwood clears his throat once and huffs.

Vash doesn't quite trust himself to speak but figures not saying anything is weirder.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Wolfwood cuts him a sidelong glance. There's no venom in it, nor suspicion, thankfully. There's a hazy look to him as if that last sneeze sent his head spinning. The thought is endearing as it is arousing.

"M'good," is all the man offers in reply.

He tips his head back, dark strands of hair sliding against each other like silk. Vash watches his bare chest rise and fall as he raises his hand and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You got any tissues up there?" he calls loud enough to be heard over the growl of the engine.

Meryl's eyes flicker back to him in the rearview mirror.

"There's some wadded up napkins."

"Hand 'em oh-h--"

Wolfwood's hand leaves his nose to hover, palm open, a few inches from his face. Vash thought he might just sneeze from there, but it's clearly turning into a bigger production. As his breath stutters, Wolfwood lifts his head from where it was tilted back and sits up fully. One hand becomes two as he steeples long fingers in front of his nose and mouth and his expression crumples. He whips forward into the space between his knees with a loud, throat scraping--"H’AEHHSSSZC’huu!"

Vash actually flinches. Now that sounds more like Wolfwood. Seems like all bets are off now. And just as Vash predicted, the sound wakes Roberto from his sleep with a jolt.

"Bless you," Meryl sighs.

Vash immediately puts a hand on Wolfwood's back where he's still hunched over, folded into his hands.

"Wow," he says, both in sympathy and in reverence.

Meryl reaches back with the napkins and Vash takes them from her. But before he can give them to Wolfwood, he feels the man's ribcage expanding underneath his palm. He doesn't even resurface, sneezing into his hands again from between his knees.

"DZZISSHh’huu!"

"That you sneezin' back there, undertaker?" Roberto grumbles.

Wolfwood grunts in response and finally lifts his head with a snuffle. Vash finds one of his hands and presses the napkins there. Wolfwood takes them without protest and immediately crushes them to his nose as he sits back up.

Vash thinks to remove his other hand from his back but he doesn't, and for his part, Wolfwood doesn't shirk his touch. If anything, he leans into the hand along his spine, leans into Vash. The scent of his skin invades Vash's senses. Somehow, he still manages to smell nice after being in the burning heat all day.

He's polite enough to turn his head as he starts to blow his nose. The action must vibrate an already miserably tickly sinuses, because mid-way through he can't help but sneeze helplessly into the fistful of napkins.

"H'AEHchhff!"

His body wrenches with it, the muscles of his back tensing under Vash's side. Vash feels like he's going cross-eyed. As much as he likes the closeness, it's about to become a problem very soon if this doesn't let up. He shifts in his seat and tries to angle his hips away from the other man as much as he can.

"Bless you," he manages.

Meryl looks amused, "What's gotten into you, Wolfwood?"

"You telling me you guys don't fucking smell that?" Wolfwood bites back, his voice slightly muffled from the napkins as he continues to wipe at his nose.

"Smell what?" Roberto asks.

"I do," Vash says, eager for at least a slight segue in the conversation, "There's something in the air for sure. I've been noticing it for a while."

Meryl tilts her head, "I guess it does smell a little funny."

"Whatever it is, it's driving me fucking crazy."

Vash swallows. Someone else is piloting his mouth when he says, "You must be really sensitive."

Wolfwood lowers the napkins and shrugs noncommittally. He dabs at his nose, which is most assuredly turning the shade of a ripe peach, with the sodden napkins. Vash's heart gives a little pang. Suddenly, he remembers he has napkins too. He can't even remember the place they last stopped for food, his memory before this ride is all white noise at this point, but he knows he grabbed some.

"Here, Wolfwood," he says, digging into his coat and procuring some neatly folded napkins.

Wolfwood gives him a smirk that unfurls something in his chest. "You holdin' out on me this whole time, Blondie?"

"I just remembered I had them," he answers truthfully, "Sorry, I would have--" He trails off as he watches Wolfwood's expression quiver. There isn't time for a napkin exchange, Wolfwood is already wrenching away from him and this time opting to sneeze directly at the floor.

"h'YIISHZSHh’huu!"

"Can you sneeze any quieter?" Meryl complains.

Yes, he can, Vash thinks as his brain knits itself back together. He hands over the clean napkins as Wolfwood blindly reaches for them. He gets ahold of them, but doesn't even attempt to get them to his face in time to catch the second sneeze that barrels out of him. He shakes his head like a dog and whips towards the floor again--"H’AEEHHSSEZCh'yue!"

It's even louder than the first, and Vash wonders if that was just to spite Meryl.

"Bless you," Vash murmurs.

"Thagks," Wolfwood says as he straightens up and finally puts the new napkins to good use. He blows his nose almost comically, as if he's trying to make as much noise as possible. But given the way it sounds, Vash thinks that at least isn't for show. He's just genuinely trying to clear whatever's bothering him out of his sinuses.

When he's finally done, Wolfwood wads up the napkins in his fist, gives a dry, irritated sniff and touches lightly at his septum with the tip of his ring finger.

"Feel better?" Vash dares ask.

"Yeah," Wolfwood gives an experimental sniff, "Think it's gone now."

Vash is equal parts relieved and disappointed. He smiles in the former and nods.

"Good. Hopefully we'll be out of this area soon," he says encouragingly.

Wolfwood nod and turns a languid glance out the window. Vash studies his expression, holding his breath in fear of another telltale sign of a tickle. But nothing happens. Wolfwood's face stays serene. If not for the hue of his nostrils, one might not think anything had occurred at all.

Vash allows himself to let down his guard. He rests his head against the window once more and actually closes his eyes. Blood is beginning to redistribute. His heart rate is going down. The pleasant coolness of the inside of the vehicle is doing wonders for him and he's grateful for the little seam open on the window letting in some of the air. It plays with his eyelashes and the tips of his hair as he lets the new quiet soothe him.

Fifteen minutes later, Vash is on the edge of sleep, just about to plunge through when he hears Wolfwood sniff.

#idk how to end things #also i could have kept writing this for days i needed to be stopped #anyway uh #t/rigun #i guess #throwing my hat in the ring among so many crazy talented writers #i feel like i needed to give the community something after lurking for like 800 years and selfishly drooling over everyone else's content #idk now i have to run away and hope no one sees it????#anyway vash is a disaster this poor guy #you ever want to take care of a handsome man with his tiddies out and also kiss him senseless yea #my writing #snz

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tomboyyyaoi · 1 year

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things in episode 4 im gnna think about for a while (as usual spoilers for new fans and those who havent read the manga!)

the way vash looks at wolfwood/"i can see it in his eyes" wow that was so good

vash being so eepy. his snoring is so cute i want to wrap him up

wolfwood being a shitty priest n charging vash and meryl $$20,000 for a shitty makeshift service

wolfwood and meryl bickering, she hates his ass and he finds it so fucking funny

the fact its setting up for a really painful betrayal... its gnna sting so bad.. i can feel it. what if vash kills wolfwood instead of legato in this one holy fuck i would kill myself that would hurt so much

meryl being proud of vash for eating in the end, him repeating wolfwoods words then looking at him all smug my mashwood agenda is so real

roberto using a derringer...... the death flags are at full mast today theyr totally gnna fridge him for meryl development i can smell it

roberto being just really good. im liking him more n more every ep

everyone besides vash is joining the bully meryl club (but she can hold her own its ok, go off u angry lil chihuahua woman)

zazies voice and design are so fucking cool i love their bug mask. epic.

lots of fantastic Vash Noises this ep (snoring, screaming, sneezing, yelping, the lil grunt while he eats, his voice getting really deep for the "$$20,000?????" line was funny)

meryl fucking HATING the worms

the punisher. just in general. shit made me horny

the setup for wolfwood. zazie teasing him about what vash said. oh my god. i love this angle, he felt more dubious/mysterious but in stampede theyr SO clear hes working w the gung ho guns. i really like it actually, a lot of potential for them tearing out my heart n feeding it 2 me, looking forward 2 it

what the FUCK is going on w the "gate" and what conrad was saying? "hes more human than anyone" ???? HELLO "then we'll just have to rip it out" HHHGG what the fuck is going on w the plant abilities n powers in this i need to know more

sorry my mash brain really liked vash saying meryls name. the manga has conditioned me into seeing that as a big deal even if its clearly not in stampede. idc.

meryl and vash just continuing to be. So fucking Cute. not even many vashmeryl moments this ep just vash being cute and meryl being cute. im putting them in my i love you blender

VASH HADNT EATEN FOR 3 DAYS FROM GUILT. oh my god. hes so sad.

im gnna stop here b4 i go insane but yea come back next week for the same shit (me going fucking mental)

#trigun #trigun stampede

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Heyo I saw your wolfwood writing

Wolfwood simp full time job here ✋

Can u do a reassuring wolfwood like the raeder is having a real panic attack,because they meet their old friends,toxic ones and started making fun of them and when they cried they bullied her more calling "crybaby" "u were always a crybaby, y/n"

"Hey,if u wanna change why don't u get eaten by a sand worm? Ahahhahahha"

And wolfwood stepped in,he manages to making them fo away but when he turns to ask at their s/o if they were okay they started gasping,clenching their chest

Sure thing! Although I feel like most of my Wolfwood content is going to have trigger warnings. Hope you like it!

Fake Friends Real Love

Trigger warning! Mentions of panic attacks and verbal abuse

You joined the group that consisted of Meryl, Roberto, Vash, and Wolfwood for some time now. You enjoyed traveling even despite being chased after police and some malicious people. Despite it, you loved every minute of it, especially if it meant spending time with a certain unorthodox priest. Wolfwood was the coolest guy you ever bumped into. He was strong physically and mentally, and despite how much of a tease he was, you've grown fond of him. You aspired to be as strong as him one day. Eventually, you and Wolfwood managed to start dating each other after spending time with him for so long. You could say you fell head over heels with his charm, while he saw you as the most precious person to call you his.

During your travels, you sent letters to your old friends back home. You wrote in detail the people you've faced, the cities you've visited, and the creatures you've encountered. At times, you would grow homesick, but luckily the gang was traveling to a city where your hometown happened to be on the way there. You begged Meryl to stop the car so you could visit your town for a day and she eventually gave in.

"Okay, but only for a day okay? Afterwards we need to get a move on," Meryl reminded you.

"Got it! You won't regret it Meryl!" you replied as you flashed her a grin. Before you could run off, someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"Hey! What gives?" you asked as your eyes landed on Wolfwood.

"Where do you think you're running off to?" he asked as he blew his cigarette smoke away from you.

"I'm going to see some of my old friends for a bit and I'll be back before dinner. Not like I'm going to get myself in a fight. Now can you let go?" you asked with a pout.

"Don't be reckless y/n, and make sure you're back before then," Wolfwood added as he lowered his shades so you could see that handsome gaze of his. You turned away so you could hide your blush from him.

"Got it Nico," you answered back knowing how calling him by that name made him feel. Wolfwood gave you a peck on the cheek before letting you go as you ran off and waved at the gang.

You told your friends you would be in town soon and to meet up at the usual hangout that was close to a diner. You ran until you saw three familiar faces huddled up together. You called out to them with a smile on your face as they looked back.

"Hi guys! It's been awhile!" you managed to speak while catching your breath.

"Well I'll be, if it isn't y/n in the flesh," your friend Nikki said as she lifted her hat up to get a good look at you.

"Guess it's good that Ryan got that letter of yours the other day," Tessa chimed in as Ryan waved the letter up.

"Of course! I had to send it out early just in case. Plus I wasn't sure if you got my previous letters since you don't reply you know?" you explained.

"Oh we got them, we just had things come up," Ryan said as he pulled out a stack of the letter you previously sent out.

"So, I guess your latest letter was true, but you know I find it hard to believe that little ol' y/n, is traveling with a rag tag group of people and 'kicking butt'," Nikki piped in as your brows furrowed.

"What do you mean? Of course it's true. How do you think I got back here in town?" you reasoned as Tessa walked up to you.

"Oh really? Because last time I remembered was you being a little crybaby for the smallest things. Remember how you couldn't even ride a Thomas and you cried when it kicked you off?" Nikki butted in as Tessa giggled.

"That was a long time ago, that's not me anymore," you argued. Tessa then got close to your face and spoke again.

"Or how you couldn't stand the sight of worms? So imagine us reading a letter where a sand worm ate your group. You must have been crying up a storm," Tessa brought up as she laughed.

"It did happen, but Wolfwood saved us!" you replied as you felt your hands shaking and your breathing rising gradually.

"Oh don't get me started on Wolfwood," Nikki giggled.

"Oh Wolfwood was so cool when he brought out his gun to save us all. He's so strong and mysterious, you wouldn't believe it. When I was trapped, he rescued me and made sure I was okay. How did I get lucky to have him as my boyfriend?" Ryan said in a mocking voice where he tried to mimic you in a falsetto while the girls laughed.

"Stop it! That's not funny! And it's true!" you raised your voice trying not let your voice crack but failed miserably while clenching your chest.

"If you did travel with this so called great group of yours, Wolfwood should have known how much you cry and let you get eaten by that sandworm and do all of us a huge favor. Also in what world would you have a boyfriend who puts up with your whiny self," Ryan commented as he continued to laugh at you.

"I thought you guys were my friends," you muttered as you felt your head spinning with how the three of them were causally throwing insults left and right at you.

"Oh what are you going to do? Cry about it you crybaby?" Nikki asked mid laugh as you looked down to hide your flushed face, but you noticed the ground was starting to distort. You felt nauseous the more they laughed. You tried to take a step back to regain your balance and lean against a wall.

"Look guys, I think y/n is about to cry. What a loser," Tessa pointed out as the others giggled.

"Just like old times. Once a crybaby, always a crybaby," Nikki added as you felt your lips quivering and the nausea get worse. You tried to leave, but Tessa and Nikki surrounded you and pinned your arms to the wall.

"Where's your boyfriend Wolfwood now y/n?" Ryan asked as he got closer to your face while you struggled to free yourself from their grasp.

"Guys, this isn't funny anymore. I can't breathe," you mentioned as you felt yourself starting to hyperventilate.

"Oh please, this is nothing y/n. Grow up," Tessa spat.

"You know what I think girls? I think Wolfwood knows just how much of a loser and waste of space y/n is. He probably pities you, that's the only reason I can get behind on why he would go out with someone like you," Ryan followed up with his words stinging like venom with each syllable. You desperately tried to say something but you felt a full on panic attack as their words filled your mind. Your tears were overflowing, you felt your heart palpitate, and shortness of breath as you hyperventilated.

"Look at you, pathetic. If only Wolfwood could see how much of a mess you are," Nikki commented laughing at you.

"AHEM"

Your eyes widened at the sound as your so called friends turned towards the sound of that noise.

"No wonder y/n was gone long, it's because you pieces of shits are hogging 'em," Wolfwood commented.

"Wait, you're real?" Nikki asked.

"Realer than all three of you combined. The name is Wolfwood, don't wear it out," he replied as he cracked his neck.

"So you mean to tell us not only are you real, but you're actually dating this person here?" Ryan pointed out.

"Yeah and if you don't fucking let Y/n go, I'm going to make all of you regret being born and laying a finger on 'em," he threatened as he put his weapon down, causing the ground to shake. The three friends stumbled back and let go of you as Wolfwood took one step towards you.

"Did y/n mention that this thing here isn't an ordinary cross?" Wolfwood asked with a shit eating smirk as the three of them trembled.

"Shit, we messed with the wrong person. Let's run while we can guys," Nikki suggested as they all high tailed their way out of the scene. You felt yourself stumble towards the ground, but Wolfwood grabbed you before you could land. He got you to stand up and put both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, look at me Y/n. I'm right here. They're gone now," he reassured but you couldn't focus with your panic attack.

"Shit, okay, follow me y/n. Take a deep breathe in. Breathe in," Wolfwood instructed as he inhaled deeply and you followed him. After 5 seconds passed, he exhaled and you followed through. He did it again and you listened to his instructions.

"Okay, what five things do you see y/n?" he asked you.

"I see you, your glasses, your cross, your box of cigarettes, and the ground," you told him.

"What four things can you touch?" he asked again.

"You, my outfit, the wall, and my hair," you replied.

"Good, you're doing great," Wolfwood said as he continued asking 3 more questions until you've calmed down.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I thought they were my friends," you apologized. Wolfwood sighed and rubbed your back before speaking.

"You have nothing to apologize for. From what it look like they're shit friends. But you don't need them. You got Vash, Meryl, Roberto, and me," he answered as you flashed a small smile at him.

"Thanks Nico, I appreciate that," you said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Next time I tag along with you. That's the last time I see someone try to hurt you or make you cry. And for the record, I would save you from that sand worm a 100 times if it meant being with you," Wolfwood commented as he kissed your head and then your lips.

"Now come on, everyone is waiting for us," he added as he took your hand in his right hand while he carried his gun with his left hand. You stayed close to his side. He made sure no one dared to get close to you while he walked you back to the group. Despite how the day started off for you, Wolfwood was there to salvage whatever was left of it. Wherever you went, you knew he would be there for you and that's all you needed.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood x you #trigun wolfwood #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun fic

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anachronistic-falsehood · 1 year

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SO. ON THE TOPIC OF LOSS OF AUTONOMY. i am having the analysis brainworms now i hope u dont mind me going off in ur inbox. hi :]

there is something to be said about how vash's name is used against him constantly. that loss of who he even is as a person. i think about this so much. his name, his very identity is taken away from him. just the mere mention of the name vash the stampede is enough to send an ENTIRE town into a panic. it happens so much and its DEVASTATING to me. hes been labelled a monster across the entire world, and people who stick by his side after hearing his name are few and far between. theres been so much fear tacked onto his name, so much so that OTHER outlaws have used it on multiple occasions to make themselves more powerful. using his name to commit crimes that the real vash would be horrified to even consider. power in names and all that.

vash even. leans into it himself at a certain point. in order to protect the people of augusta he runs through the city shooting bullets into the air and solidifying his image of a deranged killer in the pursuit of. saving everyone. the only way theyll listen to him is if they think hes going to kill them all. if theyre afraid of him. theres also the part in hang fire (? i think its that one) where hes walking through the halls of the sand steamer singing about killing people in order to scare the bandits into not hurting the hostages.

and then you think about. eriks. how lina and her grandma took him in and accepted them as part of his family. how the town around them accepted him only because they had no idea who he actually was. he was a good guy... up until they learned he was vash. and then we get the conversation between the two men in the bar talking about how they should chase him out of town, despite living around him and knowinf him and seeing how good he is for . two years.

but lina and her grandma still accept him after that. theyre one of the only people besides milly/meryl/wolfwood who genuinely love and care abt him despite his name. they still want to keep him safe, grandma asks wolfwood to protect him and keep him out of trouble, even after learning hes the legendary outlaw gunman. because shes seen the true vash ans doesnt let the name scare her.

aughhh im rambling now i probably should have made this into my own post but this makes me SO fuckign crazy dude . give me ur thoughts id love to hear them.

I. YEAH. YEAH. OH MY GOD. Like. nothing is his own anymore. His name is used against him, his face is plastered on wanted posters. There is nothing about himself that he can truly call his. Not even his Plant powers! Because those are used against him time and time again by Knives in EVERY ADAPTATION!!!!

Like. Vash is no longer the name of a kid who once argued with his brother and laughed with his mother and celebrated his birthday and rolled around in grassy fields. It's the name of an outlaw who will kill at the drop of a hat. It's the name of an out-of-control human natural disaster who's leveled cities. If he doesn't even have his name, then what part of himself is really himself anymore?

AND THAT'S WHY I LOVE ERIKS! He finally has something of his own! He's got a name that attached to no one, and a life where he can settle down and stay out of the public eye. He finally has something that is truly his. And no one lets him keep that except for Lina and her grandma.

This guy really has no control over his own life doesn't he!!! He's a passive character in the story of his own life!!! He has nothing of his own, no identity past "humanoid typhoon" because everything about his identity has been stripped from him and morphed into something he's not. He has no say in anything in his life, not even who he is as a person, AND IT DRIVES ME BONKERS N FUCKING YONKERS!!!!

#whiskeys word soup #friend tag :3 #trigun #not doing the full formatting for my usual analysis posts bc this is shorter than most #but i'll throw in a few bolds and italics for ease of reading #BUT YEAH. YEAH. i don't have much more to say bc you worded it perfectly but YEAH.#grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you MAC I'M GOING TO EAT STYROFOAM #MAC. YOUR MIND.#GOD. HE REALLY DOES HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF HIS OWN DOESN'T HE #he has no control over anything that happens to him i'm clawing at the walls I'M SCREAMING AND WAILING!!!!!#oh eriks my beloved. being eriks was probably the only thing that made vash feel like a normal person for the longest time #and it was only for two years. TWO YEARS out of ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY

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pixelblaze · 1 year

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*shyly peeks around* h-hello!!!

I enjoy your writing and saw your requests are open,

so can i have a oneshot (or anything you're comfortable with) of vash x female reader,where they've known each other for years,and have crush on each other but wont say a word. Reader is always caring for everyone and is energetic and strong,but when they visit her hometown with the gang,she goes to her home and when she comes back at night,vash sees her shaking,angry and her cheeks wet with tears (someone had hit her mother while she was gone)

How would vash comfort her?

(sorry this is long,im facing major problems rn and would love some comfort from vash)

Thank u!!!

I’m so sorry to hear you’re facing some problems right now, I’ll do my best.

-Vash Comfort-

You quietly slip inside the inn, thinking you were being stealthy, your cheeks hot and red and wet with tears. But Vash had stayed up, waiting for you, and when you slung open the doors and caught sight of him you immediately began with: “nothing’s wrong.”

“Y/n? Y/n, what’s the matter?!” he asks you, standing up from the couch and running over to where you’re standing.

“Nothing! Nothing, I’m fine,” you rub at your eyes with the back of your sleeve. Then you push past him and head in the direction of your room. He trails after you, not so quietly.

“Y/n what’s the matter, what’s wrong?!” he repeats over and over again, keeping pace with you easily.

“Don’t worry about it!” You slam the door of your room in his face, then feel bad about it immediately and open it back up.

He doesn’t look shocked or hurt. Just concerned. Worried about you.

“Truthfully something terrible happened,” you say vaguely, and his blue eyes widen and he tilts his head.

“You don’t have to tell me the details. I just wanna help, y/n. Please don’t close the door on me again,” he says, sticking his foot in the door to prevent you from closing it.

“Vash…” you say, slowly opening the door. “It hurts…”

He rushes in, wraps you in to a tight hug.

“Just…let me stay a while,” he begs you, squeezing you tight.

You think about it for a moment.

“Fine,” you sigh, and he squeezes you again, rubbing his hand along your back.

“Thank you,” he says, letting you go and stepping back. He claps his hands once. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction?”

“Distraction,” you reply. He grins, shoots you a thumbs up.

“Okay, well I hope you don’t mind hearing me talk,” he says.

You gesture to him to go ahead. You sit down on the couch and he sits next to you.

He begins telling you about his day, exaggerating the details to make it more entertaining and funny.

It admittedly makes you smile.

“That didn’t happen, Vash,” you sigh as he describes the most nonsensical scene you’ve ever heard.

“But, y/n, it did, I promise you!” he insists. You doubt him, but let him have it.

Next he tries to distract you by showing off. Doing things like performing handstands and juggling multiple things at once.

“Feeling a little better now?” he asks after failing miserably to juggle a couple of crumpled up napkins.

It makes you think about what happened today, and you slump your shoulders and try to fight off your sobs.

“Thank you, Vash,” you stutter out. He hurries to sit next to you again, and he places his hands on your shoulders while you cry.

“I…still don’t want to talk about it…but thank you…thank you for distracting me.”

“I can keep distracting you! Please don’t cry, y/n…” he hated seeing you cry. It always hurt to see someone he cared about and loved cry.

“Thank you, Vash…” you nod. “I’d appreciate that…” Oh Vash. This is why you loved him. He was always so considerate when it came to your feelings, always careful and soft when you were upset.

Vash wraps his arms around you, pulls you close.

“Sorry, just…give me a second to think of something…” he says. You can hear the cracking in his voice. Vash was too empathetic for his own good sometimes.

“No…this is…nice,” you say, leaning against his chest and listening to his heart. He was warm and comforting. This was what you needed.

“Really? This works?” he asks excitedly, not letting you go.

“Yes,” you nod, and he holds you tighter, running his fingers through your hair once.

“Good. Then this is what I’ll do,” he says eagerly, already scheming of other ways to cuddle and comfort you.

He nuzzles the side of your head with his.

“I’m sorry you’re having a hard time right now,” he says in between snuggles. “You’re so strong though. I know you’ll be okay. I’m happy to help though.” You can imagine his grin.

“Thank you, Vash.” You don’t move. Just accept his cuddling, embrace it. Maybe it was time. Time to tell Vash about how you really felt about him.

He presses his forehead to the side of your head.

“Okay, how are you feeling Now?”

“A little better, I think.”

Thank you so much for reading~hope it helped a little bit~

#Trigun #trigun x reader #trigun vash the stampede #Trigun vash the stampede x reader #trigun vash #trigun vash x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #my writing

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narrators-journal · 1 year

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tumblr gave me an error last time so im gonna try again bc im adamant. can i have boyfriend rights and get you to write me a self indulgent tooth rotting fluff vash one shot pwease... u can make it reader... or use addy.... if you dont wanna look into trigun lore outside of vash you can make it reverse isekai bc i think vash deserves a break.... ok wuv you kissa you so sweetly

So! I have never seen more than a tiktok of Vash the stampede, so I know NOTHING of this show and won't write for it again. But, you have boyfriend rights and I have an inkling of Vash's personality, so enjoy my best attempt at some fluff to cheer you up, honeybee <3

Sometimes the universe revealed some wild abilities, like an extinct animal evolving back into existence, or some scarily lethal toxins. Whether it was a nice surprise or a bad one, the world still had a few tricks up her sleeve it seemed. Which, was how you somehow ended up with a tall, lanky, traumatized goofball as a new roommate and flirting buddy.

Vash really was a marvel of the world, something of a 8th wonder due to being an anime character come to reality. And, despite coming from a sci-fi, dystopian tale, he was nowhere near as sharp-edged and blood-thirsty as the movies you'd seen would lead someone to believe.

Instead, Vash was as careful with everything as a giant with the worlds most delicate china. Ever since staying with you, he'd proven to be a whole-hearted pacifist. From you, to a deer you got the pleasure of watching headbutt him in the gut and toss the metal-armed man into the air, the blonde didn't even raise his voice, let alone put a harmful finger on anyone or anything.

Despite every horrid thing you'd read of this man going through in his manga, he had a kindness that warmed your heart every time you saw it. So, you wanted to return that favor and give him some source of low-effort joy of his own. One that he couldn't argue he'd accidentally hurt with his metal arm's strength or lose with his bad luck.

Which, is why you hauled home a tank, decoration, and a fish. "Hey! Vash!" You called once you walked through your front door, your roomie soon emerging from the spare room he had claimed as his own. "Uh, there something you need?" He asked, jumping to help you carry in the fish tank before you could even ask. As eager to be of use as ever.

But, you weren't going to complain. Vash could haul in the hefty glass tank and stand as if they were little more than loaves of bread, and all you had to do was give him the order and he was off to fetch you whatever you needed for the assembly or tank set up. It made getting everything together a far easier task than if you had to do it yourself.

"So, who's the fish for? I always took you as a cat or a dog person." The blonde asked when you finally put the fish in. And before you answered, you took a moment to see the simple glee in the scarred man's face while he watched the colorful creature swim around, taking it as a sign that this was a good idea. "It's actually for you, hon. So you can have something to take care of and keep you company." At that, the tall man shot up, his eyes suddenly wide with horror, "What?! But what if I mess it up? I could kill this little guy after you spent all this money on him?!"

You shook your head at the argument, simply smiling at him, "Come on, Vash. You stay home all day worrying and fretting over me while I'm at work, you deserve a little friend to help keep you calmer." You explained, making the tall man squirm as if your kind gesture physically hurt him. "I really don't deserve this consideration..." "Well I insist! You don't do anything for yourself, so I did something for you. You can name them whatever you want, enjoy your fish." Upon your insistence, Vash did back down, but you could still see the uncertainty in his eyes.

However, you didn't comment on it and simply went on to make yourself some lunch. You left Vash with his fish and only peeked into the living room now and then to see him just watching the colorful creature with the interest of a child watching saturday cartoons.

#Vash the stampede #Trigun #Vash x reader #fluff #x reader #ask #scenario #trigun stampede

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anyasathenaeum · 1 year

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Hey there again! I wanna ask for Vash x reader who also has a ton of scars from various sources (fights, accidents, stray cats, etc.) and is a bit nervous about how he might react to them. Twist is, they actually kinda like their scars and personally think they're actually kinda pretty on a good day. They like finding little patterns in them. It's only other people's reactions they're insecure about. They also make sure Vash knows they're entirely non-judgmental about his scars and think he's absolutely beautiful. Hope this isn't too long of an ask fjfifjcusisj thank u <3

Constellations on Your Skin

Pairing: Vash x reader

A/N: As somebody who's got scars and actually thinks they're cool, I LOVE this prompt! It's not too long an ask at all, thank you for requesting!! Hopefully this is sorta what you were hoping for??

You never really understood why other people made you so nervous with respect to your scars. Sure, you had plenty of them, and you genuinely found them beautiful on the odd day, but why did the idea of other people seeing them make you wanna hide and never come out?

And Vash... Vash, of all people, made you nervous.

'But why? He's literally the nicest guy, so why does he make you nervous about your scars?' You thought to yourself, trying to piece it together.

'Maybe because he'll never look at you the same way ever again,' a little voice whispered from within, making a shiver go down your back - you didn't want to picture that.

"Hey, (Y/N)? You okay? You've been super quiet and you look troubled," Vash's voice interrupted your thoughts, causing you to look up quickly. Vash stood in front of you, looking down at you with a gently-concerned expression.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, Vash. Thanks for checking, but I promise I'm alright," You brushed him off, offering him a smile you hope he'd buy as a distraction.

Clearly, though, Vash knew better than that. A slight frown appeared on his face and he sat down in the sand next to you, watching you carefully.

"I don't know about that. You've had an awfully serious look on your face for a little while, and it looks like something's bothering you. You know you can talk to me about anything, right, (Y/N)?"

Vash's tone was gentle, and you could see the kindness and genuine worry in his eyes as he spoke to you. You never really understood how he could continue being so kind and genuine after all the horrible things that had happened to him.

You let out a soft sigh, thinking a bit to yourself, weighing your options - would it be worth just voicing your fears out in the open? In front of Vash? Would that take away some of the weight of your fears? Or would it just confirm them and leave you feeling like you wished you could disappear?

"Y-You don't have to tell me!" Vash let out a small, nervous laugh, "I-I just wanted to make sure you knew you had somebody to talk to if you needed to!"

You just shook your head quickly, "No, no! It's not that, Vash. I-" You swallowed hard, a weak smile appearing on your lips, "I'm just trying to figure out if I'm brave enough to actually talk about what's bothering me."

Vash just smiled at you, scooching closer to you and nudging your shoulder gently with his, "Aww, don't be so hard on yourself, (Y/N). You're plenty brave, no question about that!"

You let out a soft laugh at that, and somehow, just that small action and single interaction gave you the strength to do something you didn't really ever do around others - you rolled up your sleeves.

Your skin was marked with several scars, some older and faded, some newer and more visible, and of all different origins. Vash's eyes widened as his gaze landed on your scars, and you could see them flitting from scar to scar, taking them in.

"I've got a lot of these, from all sorts of situations," You explained softly, looking down at your skin, smiling softly to yourself, "Fights, accidents, even just stray animals who didn't trust me much, they're all here. Don't get me wrong, I actually like my scars. I think they can be beautiful sometimes - telling my stories to those who see them and reminding me I've survived through a lot. The problem is... others who see them don't think the same way I do. They look at me differently once they see them."

"What do you mean?" Vash asked softly, his eyes leaving your skin to look into your eyes as he asked, "How do people see you once they've seen your scars?"

You shrugged slightly, rolling your sleeves back down, "They pity me. Or treat me like I'm made of glass and that I'll shatter if they look at me wrong. I just... am always afraid of how people will react when they see my scars."

"Constellations."

"What?" You looked at Vash, your eyebrows raising in confusion.

Vash simply smiled, before extending his hand out to you, silently asking you to give him your hand. Slowly, you extended your hand to him and before you could register what was happening, Vash gently rolled your sleeve back up and began tracing patterns across your skin, connecting scars to each other.

"See? They're constellations!" Vash just grinned at you warmly, and you couldn't help but smile at him in return as he continued to explain, "You've got constellations on your skin."

After a moment, you began to laugh softly, more to yourself than out loud, "I do that, too. I draw patterns on my skin sometimes. It... makes me happier about them. Makes me feel like they're not so bad."

"They're part of you. And that makes them beautiful."

You looked up at Vash as he said that, heat rising to your face as he smiled at you.

"D-Do you really think so?" You asked quietly, your gaze meeting his.

Vash just nodded, his smile only widening, "Of course. They're part of you, (Y/N), how could they be anything but beautiful? They're you."

You only felt the heat intensifying in your face as you replied, "Thank you, Vash... that's kind of you to say. I-I was really scared of what you would think when you saw them."

Vash's eyes widened, "You were nervous because of me? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like-"

"No, no!" You cut him off immediately, shaking your head, "It's nothing you did, Vash, I promise! You've been wonderful about everything, and extremely sweet, it's just my own fear."

Vash just looked at you, the expression on his face telling you that he wasn't entirely convinced, so you just sighed out, "I-I guess... I just didn't want you to treat me or think of me differently. You're one of the best people I know, and it would hurt the most if you did end up treating me differently. Not that you would! I just..."

You trailed off, grasping as straws as you tried to figure out how to get across that you didn't blame Vash for your fears.

"I have a lot of scars, too."

Vash's voice was so quiet that you almost didn't hear him. You glanced over at him, your eyes wide as he continued to speak,

"I'm covered in them. I don't like people seeing them, either. It's... embarrassing. I've got a lot of scars."

"Constellations."

Now it was Vash's turn to look at you in confusion, causing you to smile gently at him just as he had at you.

"You've got a lot of constellations, Vash," You explained, smiling at him, "Just like me. We both have a lot of constellations on our skin. Your scars are distinctly part of you, Vash, and they're beautiful because they're a part of you. You're beautiful, truly. More so than I think you know or will ever let yourself believe. So, if you ever need reminding, I'll be there to do just that."

Vash just took in your words, the very same he had given you just minutes prior, suddenly seeing them in a new light. A gentle blush spread across his cheeks as Vash felt his heart fluttering in his chest, a small smile appearing on his lips. Maybe, just maybe, for once, he'd let himself believe you.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #anya's athenaeum

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