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#it can be romantic or platonic
vshthestmpede · 1 year
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Dearly want Vash to have a little patch of red geraniums to sew on to his jacket, as a memento of Rem. And/or jewelry of red geraniums. Just something nice that'll last a long time.
closest to his heart - vash (platonic or romantic)
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word count; 664
warnings; mentions of death
note; honestly this was so fun to write, such a nice little thought to have a significant remembrance of rem. thank you so much for requesting, i truly appreciate it!! <3
cross-posted to ao3
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you had stumbled upon vash's little treasure when you had decided to take on laundry duty. you had saved his iconic red jacket for last, the specific garment always being an item of your curiosity - how it lasted this many fights, how it remained in such good condition.
well, upon closer inspection, you saw that it had plenty signs of wear and tear. a few patches of a different shade here and there caught your eye but what really stood out was the bright red patch of flora sewed somewhat decently on the inside of the jacket.
you sat cross-legged on the floor of the motel laundry room, the jacket splayed across your lap as your fingers gently ran over the edges of the patch. you pictured the jacket on vash and noted that this patch landed just over his heart when he wore it. you smiled to yourself as your mind began to wander, pondering the significance of the flora and what exactly they meant to vash.
"(name)? oh! you're doing laundry on the floor?"
you flinched, looking over your shoulder sheepishly to find vash in the doorway, clad in a ragged white tee and some pajama pants. he noticed the patch in your hands and smiled softly, coming in and taking a seat next to you.
"i was coming to see if you wanted some help," he explained, stretching his legs out and leaning back on his hands. "you like the geraniums?"
you looked back down at your hands, brushing a thumb over the flora and nodded.
"they're very pretty," you replied. "what made you sew them in there?"
vash reached over and gingerly prodded at the odd stitching. "ah, so you could tell i tried to sew it myself. did a pretty mediocre job, if i do say so m'self. the reason, though, is that they remind me of. . .of rem."
you watched as he choked on his words, then took a deep breath. you put your hand over his and gave it a small, comforting squeeze, to which he gave you a small smile and continued on, his gaze settling on the ceiling above.
"rem was the woman who sacrificed herself to save humanity years and years ago. she was like a mother to me. someone who loved both nai and myself to no end. she was a beautiful person, inside and out. rem would have loved you, (name), if the two of you would have met. sometimes, you remind me of her. the way you both are so selfless, so caring, it's uncanny. rem loved red geraniums, they were her favorite in the whole galaxy, so carrying that patch is me carrying rem close to my heart wherever i may go."
when his story was met with soft sniffles, vash turned to look at you and was met with tear-filled eyes as you clutched his jacket to your chest.
"(n-name), don't cry!" even as he wiped your tears away, he couldn't help but laugh as you blubbered and wiped furiously at your eyes. "c'mon, let's get the rest of this laundry done. no more tears."
the two of you finished up and set off to your respective rooms to rest for the night only for something in the back of your mind keeping you from resting.
the next morning, vash woke to find his red jacket folded neatly on the beside table with a small piece of parchment on top of it.
thank you for telling me your story. i hope you don't mind that i fixed the stitching. i hope you know that rem would be so proud of you and how far you've come, vash.
(name)
vash smiled softly, folding the parchment up and sticking it inside the breast pocket of his jacket. he pulled the jacket into his lap and opened it up, admiring how neatly the geraniums were sewed. he ran his fingers over the stitches, his mind starting to find ways to thank you.
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reecehaswritten · 2 years
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grian has two hands and im tired of pretending he doesn't
chaos/clown/murder trio or mumscarian i have no clue about their ship name but i need more content of them
im writing a one shot where grian crashes and breaks his wing and the two of them help him out, like, scar helps heal the broken wing while mumbo preens them for him cause we all know he wont do it himself. also in a panic scar brings gapples, healing potions and so many elven cookies that there is enough to last them a week. they all have a cuddle pile in a makeshift nest in scars tree base since thats where grian crashed. tis very fluffy just the way i like it.
im spoiling the fic but oh well. i can tag people who want to be in the post when i eventually finish this one shot.
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jjunebunny · 10 months
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Two player game from bmc is very krerdly ngl
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ravenfly · 6 months
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A long day!
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postsfromthedark · 4 months
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In Alluveterre biana would sneak into Sophie's room in the middle of the night. Sophie would let her into her bed, and the two wouldn't say anything, sleeping through the night joining hands. The only time either of them mentioned it was just after they went back home, where sophie told biana she'd be welcome whenever she needed her. Biana has yet to take her up on the offer, but it haunts her thoughts
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koroart · 16 days
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I put way too much effort into this ( based on this meme, it wouldn’t leave me alone until it was drawn — I am freee )
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amalgamezz · 4 months
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ALT
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spacerockband · 11 months
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loved
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petite-phthora · 3 months
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Dp x Dc prompt #1
Danny doesn’t know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know he’s gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Danny’s eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.
Bingo.
What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they weren’t made to hold his weight.
What Danny hadn’t been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.
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alexxuun · 5 months
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Vash ver (+ Meryl)! They are coping.
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tokenducks · 12 days
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Charles “We’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means” Rowland
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ashleyrowan · 3 months
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Do you see my vision? Do you guys understand?
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hobiiiebrown · 9 months
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lol
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karoochui · 7 months
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Uururggrgh i have plans that icannot share withyou right now (i have the bare bones of an idea and nothing more)
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littlegeecko · 7 months
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I think it would be just a little bit weird for Scarab (and Prismo too, to an extent) to feel such an strange new touch that can literally merge with his being- or maybe he was just too focused on writing lol
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radiance1 · 16 days
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"You are, concerningly light." Red Robin stated to the civilian currently laying in his arms. "Psst," Danny waved off his concern with ease. "Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure?" The vigilante questioned. "Because I'm very sure someone your size shouldn't be so easy to carry."
Danny snorted. "And how would you know-" He then paused, looked over Red Robin and sniffed. "Nevermind, that was a dumb question don't answer that."
That time it was Red Robin's turn to snort.
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