Thinking and headcannoning the shit out of angry Stampede! Vash and how Wolfwood deals with that first thing in the morning because i think him getting angry about something and letting down some of his mask in those genuine moments of anger is super awesome
Before we continue I have not read the manga yet so if you read something incredibly obvious or redundant to your experience, well, haha or something OQNENW
This is a VERY LONG Vashwood ramble I have to put SOMEWHERE or I will explode, so feel free to join if you want.
Vash is an overall very expressive person right? very emotional too generally, but the thing is I like drawing people getting angry so that’s what you are getting from me.
And I also often think about the fact that it’s Wolfwood and Knives the ones that have seen him be like that (most often than not towards them).
Wolfwood specifically, I think that he WOULD get scared because when Vash is angry angry, he just seethes and looks like he is three seconds away from being love and peace to hate and war. These are probably the moments in where he carries the most resemblance to Knives, and to anybody that has experienced the man firsthand they know how scary that is because everyone and their moms knows that he does not hesitate to resort to murder if he is upset about something or if it’s inconvenient to him, so it is rightfully terrifying to even think of him getting mad.
Now take the same idea and apply it to Vash, he is so friendly and playful all the time and he gets kicked around all the time too, that it would be almost impossible to imagine him getting angry in a genuine way. That is UNTIL his ideals and morals are being countered or challenged by someone and THAT’S when people are gently reminded that oh yeah he can get mad too, and really fucking mad at that.
The peak of his anger doesn’t last for too long because he tries to level himself quickly, he is aware of how he can look when he gets like that, and it would be showing a little too much about how he is not very human in nature for what he is comfortable with. I think that when he gets mad his expression turns into something very vulnerably honest, to the point in where he unconsciously looks imposing and demanding, paired with his uncanny vibes it really is a treat and anyone at the other end of it would be other than also upset, quite scared. Like Wolfwood.
There is something very obviously other about Vash and he has the privilege of knowing just exactly why that is, and considering that his brother has a record for being a certain way when angry, knowing what he is does not soothe him at all. Then again, Wolfwood cares for him still and he is a stubborn guy himself, so even when most likely scared shitless, he would not move his ground, and the only thing that reassures him that things will be fine, is Vash’s pacific nature and also knowing that he cares deeply for him too, but that is a thing he would not think too much about other than the flash of thought that it is in the moment.
Vash is petty as hell too, he remains silent and gives the cold shoulder to the other person that was involved in the argument, and it is usually, once again, Wolfwood at the end of that stick. Wolfwood is a “mind your business and I mind mine” kind of guy considering he never asks things, but traveling with that idiot and having to be with him 24/7 and being given the silent treatment has to be uncomfortable at best incredibly annoying at worst. So even though he won’t change his opinion most of the times, he still insists on talking to him idly sometimes after they argue, something he would usually not do.
All Vash ever responds with are the necessary answers, at first shrugs or nods, then very short and to the point sentences, he eventually warms up to him again and they talk the way they usually do; and just like that things seems to be at bay for the time being until the next unavoidable argument comes by.
No matter how many times they argue, when things escalate and Vash begins to show his very honest anger, Wolfwood’s instincts would be screaming at him to stop it and to get away, because whatever Vash is feeling is reeking of a danger that no matter how enhanced he might be, he is NOT gonna make it through whatever will happen to him worse comes to worst. But when has he ever actually heard his instincts when it comes to dealing with Vash. So he always replies and stays.
He is somehow one of the very few (almost non existent) people who can deal with Vash when he is like that, one thing is getting mad at Vash and the other is him getting mad at you, and he has bite alright, he will say things that can come across as hurtful and very venomous when he starts to get more visceral, and yeah the whole predator kind of vibe he can give off is there too.
Maybe Wolfwood also knows how hurt Vash would feel if he retreats because of how scared he feels and that’s why he doesn’t back away. It would be reasonable if he did, hell he doesn’t owe him shit for all he knows and he would be in his whole right to run away scared if he wanted, but for one it would be too cowardly, and two Vash would be once again pushed away for being something not human, and that would be a scar he would carry for his whole life and Wolfwood does not want to be a part of that. So that’s another reason to the ever growing list of “why don’t I just let this be”.
There is an odd sense of comfort in seeing Vash get mad, knowing that the man knows his ground, that even he has lines he won’t allow anyone to cross, that he can allow himself to feel something genuine for once and not the fake little things he is always doing. It is the positive side Wolfwood tries to see in those situations and what he has to remind himself over and over again so he doesn’t flinch away. Good thing he has some practice in arguments thanks to his little siblings back at the orphanage, practice he refuses to let go and holds on to dear life because he needs any crumb of reason at those moments.
At some point when hands are involved, when a clench to the shirt and a push to the shoulder escalates to shoving the other to the ground and a punch to the gut, Wolfwood goes full survival mode because no one told him that Vash was THAT strong and THAT heavy and THAT intimidating. He could have guessed after having watched the man fight. He is capable and strong, he usually moves with a certain preciseness and care under the goofy display, he may twirl around and stumble when dodging, but he is dodging and also landing hits.
He knows that Vash is strong and that he is also incredibly careful. But that’s when he is in all his senses with a mostly cool head, so having him hovering over Wolfwood pressing him down rendering him to the ground while very obviously mad and trying to prove his point, he freezes before he can react and fight back.
Those are the times where Vash feels the most guilty after the fight from what Wolfwood can gather and wildly assume. If him not eating (again) for days or even refusing to acknowledge Wolfwood unless necessary is any sign. That behavior can last over a week which is a little too long for Wolfwood’s peace of mind. So he starts poking again because apparently arguing again is the only way to make the bastard answer more. And it usually works, some nudging here and there and putting lemon with salt to the wound seems to do the trick.
It entails more shouting and screaming at each others faces their flaws that they already know like a script, until things start to calm down when Wolfwood reassures him that he is tougher than he looks, and that no matter what he won’t just leave Vash in a ditch, and if they were going to travel together for the future to come they would have to learn how to sort things out. Something he knows neither of them will probably never learn, but it is what it is and that’s what he can resort to at the moment, and it does seem to satisfy Vash a little. So once they are done, and they go their separate ways, never too far from each other, Vash starts to nibble at his food and says or asks little things to Wolfwood, and just like that they are good to go again.
They are both aware that addressing out loud how fucking scary Vash can be at those raw moments of anger, would be like painting a line of ‘I am this and you are that so we shouldn’t be doing this’ that neither of them would actually want to have. So even when yeah it can be horribly scary and surprisingly intimidating to deal with Vash when he is angry, Wolfwood is willing to stay and fight with him if that’s what he wants, if that’s what he needs. Even if it’s starting to take a toll on him. He is getting used to it though so it will be fine.
Probably.
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A silly I thought of at work lmao enjoy @seasidemew! Not canon to the shadow au probably would probably happen a little later if canon a sort of chapter 7.5 I think XD but I wanted to write it now
Would you still love me?
Orange hues snuggles closely fondly into the darker striped form of her companion and lover making soft purrs and trills as she adjusted wiggled as though trying to nuzzle herself even closer to him even as she was latched to his side. He breathed easily resting in their nest together, the sun hung low mockingly in the sky refusing to set, neither of them found sleep coming to them despite the time not with the warm night air. Though the cuddling wasn't unpleasant for either of them.
"Syn?" May mumbles softly against his side idly pressing her lips to his skin in little kisses just because she was there, he made a hum of acknowledgement to her asking for him. "Would you still love me if I was a Wurmple?"
He opened his eye to cast it down to look at her, "a what?"
"A Wurmple," His brow furrowed in confusion closing his eye again in his mind he saw a short orange Wurmple wiggling along on a branch, he supposed that would be somewhat cute.
"Will you change back or are you a Wurmple forever?" he decided to humor her question play along with her sleepy ramblings.
"Nuh huh, Wurmple foreverrr." He hummed in thought, Wurmple weren't as intelligent as they were and as much as he cherished her the thought of putting his lips anywhere near a bug even for a chaste kiss on the forehead caused him to grimace in discomfort already imagining the texture.
"I'd love you, but I couldn't love a Wurmple," she hummed softly at his answer still cuddling to his side presumably not hurt by the answer.
"Would you make sure I wasn't eaten by a bird?" He thought about it snatching a Pidgeot out the air and draining it's life as it attempted to swoop and eat the little orange bug.
"Of course," she squeezed him softly seeming to approve of that answer.
"Would you try to eat me if you were a bird and I was a Wurmple?" Syn sighed softly opening his eyes again while turning his head to look at May as she lifted her head to smile sleepily at him chin resting on his chest plate expectedly.
"I mean if, I was only as intelligent as a bird? I guess?" he wasn't sure what answer she was hoping for as she nodded squeezing him once more.
"Yea.. If I was a Wurmple and you a bird I'd let you eat me so you stay strong." Syn hummed in disapproval at that.
"Hey, what does that mean."
"huh?" Syns face pulled into a slight disapproving frown.
"No double meanings, there's no reason for me to eat not in that or any other context." May chuckled nuzzling in close purring loudly confused by her wistful sigh.
"I know, I know," he made a sound sighing softly at her antics. "now ask me?"
"Ask you what? If you'd eat me if you were a bird?" She laughed softly.
"Nooo, if I'd still love you if you were a Wurmple even if you weren't changing back"
"Would you?"
"mhm! I'd find you the best berries and leaves every day and I'd say look at how pretty Syn is with his stripes and dark colors and I'd make sure you're safe when you make your cocoon and I'd compliment you if you became a beautiful Beautifly or a dazzling Dustox and talk to you about how to court yourself a little wife,"
"Why would I want a little wife I have you?" She giggled at his question.
"I mean of course you do I'm flattered and I would be flattered if you still wanted to seduce me as a Dustox or Beautifly but you might want a wife of your own species." He hmphed at the suggestion. "and then I'd watch over your babies."
"You've given this a lot of thought haven't you?"
"Yea I have too much time with my thoughts." He snorted softly as she beamed at him playfully wiggling her brows as he laughed at her playful nature. She sighed content squeezing him softly and he squeezed her back with one arm assuming that was the silliness of the night.
"Syn?" He hummed again getting the feeling he knew where this was going.
"Yes my dear?" She giggled to herself echoing 'yes my dear', as she squeezed him flapping her hands a bit in excited wiggling as he smirked to himself at getting such a joyous reaction from 3 simple words feeling her wiggle and vibrate against him from her excited shakes and flaps, it made him chuckle fondly as she squeezed him again harder.
"Would you still love me if I was an orthworm?"
"Forever?"
"Foooorever."
"I guess I'd make sure you have a nice plot of land to explore and live in but I'd let you live with your wormy brethren, they could understand you and provide for you better than I could."
"Aww, you'd let me go so I'd thrive?" She nuzzled him purring, "that's so sweet, you want whats best for me," her tail wagged, "would you be jealous if I got a wormy husband?"
Syn growled lowly in the back of his throat lying, "no." As May laughed again at his jealousy over the hypothetical worm husband.
"Lucky I'm not an orthworm then," he hummed in agreement.
"And let me guess if I was an Orthworm you'd do the same but provide extra?" He felt her nod against him;
"Yeup, and I'd make sure nobody ever hunted and caught you ever because you'd probably be so so pretty still." He chuckled supposing he would be very pretty no matter what form he took.
They were quiet again cuddled close, it was a touch darker outside but the sun was defiant.
"Syn?"
He heaved a playful sigh turning his head to look at her, "this better be the last one so you've gotta make it count," he could see the playful guilty gleam in her eye realising she was being silly but not at the point of apologising and stopping. Admittedly he did enjoy her sillies, even if he was quite tired.
"would you still love me if IIIII wassss," she tapped her chin in thought considering her options her eyes glanced to the clouds outside, "a Castform?"
Memories of the sunshine glaring insultingly into his face came to mind the harsh lashing of rain on his skin and the subsequent injuries sustained from Rayqauza, the bitter biting cold wind cutting at his face cruelly in the middle of a gale force blizzard with dangerous wind speeds, he growled idly to himself at the frustrations of such weather phenomenon.
"Nope," May squealed in surprise laughter moving to sit up to look at him accusatorily having to shift her body to hold the nest besides his head to try to put herself over him in her leaning.
"'Nope' ???" despite her accusatory mock hurt tone he could see her eyes creasing from grinning too damn widely and trying not to laugh far more amused than hurt, "you would abandon May?? Cast aside the form?? Hate forever??" He made an idle playful tut as he rolled his eyes chuckling to himself as she rambled on in play dramatics.
He moved his hands to her sides holding her softly which caused her to quieten quite quickly as he smirked moving to pull her down to lying back down besides him and putting himself over her in turn tail swaying and leaning over his prey with a playful low growl, she blinked at him and did a playful shimmy of her shoulders right back at him making him lose his composure and exhale a laugh.
"You finished being dramatic?" May inhaled dramatically to answer and he gently put his hand around her snout to keep her mouth shut, "ill take that as a no," she pouted at him making a series of fake insulted noises her foot lightly touching his thigh in mock kicks of protest, he chuckled at her antics watching her pretend to huff seeing her mouth betraying the large smile she had.
When she'd sufficiently 'fought' him enough she pouted her lips once more making little kissy motions and sounds stopping and then repeating as he leant down to happily fulfill her request, kissing her softly as his hand moved to hold her face and hers came to hold his enjoying the moment before he pulled away reluctantly.
"So are you gonna sleep now?" the hum of thought May made was not reassuring.
"Maybe!" He sighed moving to carefully roll and move back into lying onto his back.
"You have too much energy," she immediately came and latched back to his side cuddling up close as he wrapped an arm around her.
"Yeaaaa, it's the suns fault," he chuckled softly in agreement.
"Syn?"
"This better not be a question." He heard her giggle as she pressed herself close.
"I love you." He smiled fondly to himself hearing her say those 3 little words. He exhaled softly as he closed his eyes to rest.
"I love you too." She purred softly, and he softly purred right back.
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