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Your silence, my ruin.

Paring: Vash the stampede x Plant!You || Vash the stampede x PlantOC!Reader

Summary: You Eriks for the first time, but you met Vash all over again...

Words: 1.8K

TW: None, just general angst of the Eriks episode but becomes fluff pretty soon.

A/N: so, I started writing this when I was writing Knives with the god complex. in the middle of the night (between 2 and 5 am). basically I fell asleep with music and I was half asleep when The Drugs by Mother Mother started and I had a sudden inspiration… but at one point I was out of ideas. UNTIL YESTERDAY AT FUCKING 3 IN THE MORNING. but I'm very happy with how it turned out (even if at one point it might look like a psycho wrote it).

I just want to make a few things clear: I'm writing for Trigun in general, it could be the '98 version but even the 2023 one. I don't think I specify any features or characters that are specifically only in one version of the anime (even if this one was completely based on the '98 one).

reader is a plant, too, but not really? can't really picture it, but if in a few years Vash and Knives where already adults, reader had more years as a child and teenager than them (it would be like this for the majority of Vash and Knives ff until I say they are human and stuff). I may have hinted that the reader has boobs, but nothing much, really. anyone can haves boobs. anyway, sorry in advance for any mistake and enjoy!

when people ask you how you met, you usually tell them just the first encounter… and it wasn't exactly the best one, at least in your opinion. the second one is something that only a few people on this planet had the honour to witness, and you're glad about it.

but for Vash? he couldn't ask for a better way to meet you, even if it all happened over again.

'cause you're gotten that the sun

and you're better than the drugs

I used to love

it all started when the two suns were shining over No Man's Land with full force. Vash had been walking on hot sand for hours; it almost felt like lava, and his boots were on fire from the heat. luckily, the next city was so close that he could hear the people talking around the market.

"I should buy more bullets… and donuts," he said to no one in particular. traveling alone for so long can make you talk to yourself sometimes, but who doesn't?

the moment Vash finally reached the city, it was filled with all types of noise, from the laughter of both children and adults to music and vendors trying to sell whatever they had to the first person they laid their eyes on. but most importantly, there was the scent of freshly baked sweets. Vash could feel his mouth watering already.

for once, he bought a few boxes of bullets first. he couldn't keep running left and right in the desert to find stray bullets that someone had lost.

He checked his wallet once again, just to make sure he could indulge in a sweet treat… or five… or ten, depending on how expensive the food would be.

he found a kiosk big enough to have donuts, cakes, buns filled with cream, and a lot more; everything was practically gifted for how low the prices were. for once, luck was on his side.

he opted for two slices of two different cakes and a bag full of donuts (it's Vash he had to get donuts) and buns with chocolate cream.

he wanted to search for a calm spot where he could eat, but after turning a corner, something came crashing into him at full speed. well, it was more like someone who was running without looking. the force of the impact was so strong that Vash fell backwards.

he managed to save the bag of sweets, but one slice of the cake landed on his face, and the other on the person who was still laying on him. 'at least they were cheap,' he cried inside for the loss.

since the cake splattered on his face, he was monetarily blind. he went to help the person to get up, blindly searching for their shoulders, but when his hands made contact with that person, he didn't feel the hardness of bones. it was actually pretty soft. 'weird. are they wearing some kind of jacket?' he squeezed a few times out of curiosity, and then he heard a small scream.

sitting up, he used one hand to get most of the whipped cream off his face, finally looking whoever was literally sitting on him in the eyes. that's when he saw your face, covered in cream and cheeks on fire. confused, Vash finally looked at where his other hand was still touching you. he didn't like where his hand had landed. not one bit.

I listened to everything mama said

for your love

in a moment of panic, Vash pushed you to the ground, and as if life couldn't make more fun of him, you bumped your head. he was ashamed. horrified even. not only did he touch you inappropriately, but he even hurt you! he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. he could already feel his face hearing up; he probably looked as red as his coat.

in a rush, Vash knelt on the ground, forehead touching the dirt, spilling apology after apology almost as fast as he dodged bullets. you where still embarrassed from the whole ordeal and even sticky because of the cream all over you. but you couldn't help it.

Vash was on the verge of tears when he heard it. that sound, almost as delicate and pure as the chirping of the few birds that were around this damned world. when he looked up, Vash couldn't believe his eyes: you were laughing, so much that you had tears in the corners of your eyes.

it was the best thing he had seen in his long, long life. and Vash knew that be didn't want to live another single day without seeing your smile.

and you're deadly like a gun

yeah, you're deadly like the drugs

all the drugs

I used to love

send me down an angel

and let it pull me up from my own help

you and Wolfwood were walking around the remains of July City. it's the worst thing you've seen since joining Vash in his travels.

buildings were destroyed, lives were taken. but you know it wasn't what Vash wanted; he couldn't hurt a fly.

the more you look around, the more you feel like throwing up. this is insane. if it weren't for Wolfwood, you would have been dead by now. he dragged you away without a second thought.

you turn again, and that's when you see it: red. his coat. him. Vash. you pick up the piece of cloth, bringing it to your nose. it still smells like him.

It's wet. weird. it wasn't when you picked it up from the ground. them you feel a hand on you cheek and a thumb wiping underneath your eye. ah. you were crying; that's why it was wet.

you look beside you, "Nico…" you flinch at how your voice sounds. Nicholas doesn't say anything; he just pulls you closer and let's you cry on his chest, holding tighter and tighter after every sob.

that stupid piece of red cloth still clutched in your fist like your life depends on it.

"that idiot is difficult to kill; we're going to find him. must be the last thing we do." Nicholas's reassurance does little to cheer you up, but it's still better than staying silent right now.

we could float around this place

we'd be above all the pain in ecstasy

you feel like throwing up.

when you heard his voice in the bar, you felt like crying. it was rough, a bit lower - not quite the same as the last time you heard him talk. but it was his. how could you ever not recognise him?

but now you feel sick. angry. sad. defending and protecting people was just his nature, but you couldn't believe that he could go this far.

Wolfwood had to talk you down from jumping on those bastard who literally stripped Vash, or Eriks, of everything, even his dignity.

you wanted to make them feel the same way. you wanted to make the pay. you wanted to kill them, but Vash would be disappointed, and that's the last thing you wanted from him.

give my best to the mess

I've had my fill of it

you feel like you've lost your mind. your lungs are without oxygen, your throat is on fire, your ears ringing and your vision is blurry.

you can barely hear Nicholas shouting for you to calm down, his arms literally restraining you from moving away and going after those idiots.

there's an old lady just as angry as you, but she's more composed. you can hear the doctor, but the only thing you can register is Sheryl. 'is that her name?'

'she looks so fragile with that rifle in hand,' you think, and you don't know why. maybe because you're used to seeing men with guns bigger than your head instead of an old lady.

You can feel her anger. her sadness. you can almost hear every thought in her head.

'kill. kill them. kill them all and make them pay. for that girl. for humiliating Vash. for making Sheryl grab the rifle.'

and give my worse to the curse

I've had my fill of it

give my blessing to depression

I've had my fill of it

you have no idea how you ended up with grandma Sheryl. sipping tea quietly while Nicholas and Vash go rescue Lina.

'did Wolfwood knock me out? I swear if he did, I'm gonna kill him.' you seriously hope it wasn't the case.

you feel like shit, but at the same time, nothing at all - just a hole in your chest that may never close completely.

you feel something squeeze your hand. looking down, you see Sheryl's hand grasping yours, "I know how you feel, dear. but if you keep thinking about it, it'll feel ages before they're back."

her smile doesn't reach her eyes at all. it's just one out of politeness. you've seen many, and you have shared a lot of them with people you didn't know.

you just nod, looking at her in the eyes but not focusing entirely on her features.

it feels like a dream, having him by your side again. feeling his warmth. his presence.

he's still deeply wounded for what happened that day two years ago. you can see it. you can feel it. but neither of you wants to think about it.

what happened in the past stays in the past, and maybe it's better this way.

you all say your goodbyes. Sheryl and Lina are tearing up, but their smiles are bright… they care. you couldn't be happier to know that Vash, even if with another identity, has found someone else who loves him just for being himself.

'cause you're hotter than the sun

and you're better than the drugs

I used to love

you look at Nicholas: he looks relieved, almost a few years younger. maybe you do. who knows?

then you glance at Vash. and he's already looking at you with that beautiful smile that you love so much.

he stops, and so do you. his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. your arms go around his neck, hands resting on his back.

he feels stiff under your palms, but a relieved sigh escapes him. like a weight lifting from his shoulders.

"I'm so glad I finally found you. but I'm so mad at you at the same time," he hugs you tighter, "I know… I'm sorry." Vash says in a small voice, head buried in your shoulder.

but you can feel his smile on your skin; it warms you inside. and you smile too.

and you're deadly like a gun

yeah, you're deadly like the drugs

oh the drugs, oh the drugs

I used to love

I really hope you guys like this, at one point I wasn't even thinking anymore. just writing like a robot lmao.

if you have any request let me know! would be more than happy actually!

big kisses to you all! MWAH♡

[bitcheslovesme]

"I want to be a dragon."

[bitcheslovesme]

His pet.

Million Knives x gn reader

warning: none

note: this was kindly requested from @tristarius, hope you like it! sorry in advance for any mistake, english is not my first language. enjoy!

That was reckless. Stupid, idiotic even. What on earth gave you the audacity to enter the temple, steal (because that's EXACTLY what you did) flowers and then just go back home.

That's all you did. Not even giving an offering, a prayer. Nothing. A 'hi, how are you?' would have been less offensive, really.

Now here you are, hiding in your own closet. Self convincing yourself that maybe, maybe, that would help. It won't. You're aware of that. You can't hide from a god, especially him!

Knives was the god protecting your small town. He wasn't known for being the sweetest among all the gods. He was destructive, a narcissist, and gets offended easily. You can only shake even more at the thought of what could happen.

You've been waiting for so long, you can't even tell what time it is anymore. But something is definitely off. Outside it's quite... too quiet. Today was supposed go be market day, and it usually ends when the sun was no more visible. You don't want to find out, still too scared to even put your nose out the front door.

But then you hear it. A voice. It's not soft in the slightest, but not menacing either. It's just saying your name over and over, the tone never changes. You make the big mistake to come out the closet (lol).

When you step outside, you can feel the voice vibrate in your chest, in your bones, in your blood even. It almost feels like this person is right beside you for how clear and close the voice sounds. You can't help it but look around, just to make sure that you are alone. Then it stops. Like it never happened, confusing you even more. Just before you could question yourself if you were fucking crazy because of those damn flowers, to it starts again. Louder. _Commanding._

It's telling you to go outside, to leave everything except the flowers. 'Go in the forest, bring the flowers with you'. You look back at the white flowers, now resting on your table. You don't want to go outside, you're still scared of what could happen if you dare to show yourself again. But the more you look at the flowers, you fill like you have to go out and do exactly as the voice says. Word for word.

Suddenly your walking outside. You didn't even register when you grabbed the flowers and opened the door. Is this your punishment for taking the flowers? To burn them? It wasn't do bad... but you feel like this isn't all of it. There's definitely more.

You were so concentrated on your own thoughts that you bump into someone. A seller you think, they're dressed a bit too nicely not to be. You apologise, lowering your eyes, but he says nothing. You wait, but you don't hear a single word from the man, he isn't even moving. Just looking at you. 'What the hell?'. You wave your hand so close to his face that a normal person would flinch, but he doesn't. Then you notice something. He's not blinking, or breathing. He looks like a statue. You look around, and notice that no one is moving. Their eyes glued on you, creeping you out.

You start to slowly step back, trying to keep walking towards the forest. You're not even one meter away that their heads snap to look at you. That freaks you out. You start running. The voice now is guiding you, 'turn left, watch your steps, go faster'. You don't even know why it's helping you, but it gets you away from all the people. And you're grateful for that.

You start to run. The voice didn't told you this, but you just felt like you were supposed to get wherever it wanted you to be immediately. The more you run, the mote breathless you feel. Then 'stop'.

You find yourself in a circle of trees, with a smaller circle of burned grass. 'Place the flowers in the exact shape of the circle. then vet inside of it'. You do as the voice said, even trying to place them in the same distance. Then you step inside the circle.

You feel the wind pick up all around you, like a small toenado, but the flowers don't move from their spot on the ground. You don't get enough time think how weird that is that they are on fire.

Then you feel it. A presence behind you. The moment you turn around, your eyes landing on a tall, pale man, with pale blond hair and cyan eyes.

The sunlight engulf him in something similiar to a halo, making him look even more handsome. Breathtaking. Almost... ethereal.

"I knew that humans where ungrateful, and your actions are the confirmations of this thought of mine"

His voice is soft, but pungent. His stare is cold and is looking at you both disgust and curiosity. Maybe even hatred. "Kneel".

Its like a powerful wnergy is forcing you to do as he said, making you fall on the ground. You fall in your knees, feeling the skind break and blood staining the grass.

How... how is that possible? You look at the man like he came straight out of a twisted story.

"You can't even recognize your god? The one who protects you? You really are an ungrateful brat" He sneers. The realization hits you all at once, and you definitely don't like that.

"I should eliminate you right now. Stealing from my temple and no paying respect is such a stupid thing to do if you want to die. But you look cute enough to be my pet", he keeps talking and you just stare at him. Is that really your punishment? Being his pet? It's not what you imagined, not the best thing for sure, but definitely better than die.

You cry. It's like you're a kid all over again, being scolder by your mother for something that she specifically told you not to do.

"Don't fucking cry now" his voice is like venom, spilling without an end, "you did this yourself, and you'll be dealing with the consequences of your actions."

'Run. Get away from here, from him. Do something', your mind is filled with any type of scenarios where you try to escape... but they all ends with you either still being taken away or killed. 'Maybe this is my destiny, being his pet. I should have thought about it before'.

You blink away your tears, and when you look around, you find yourself somewhere that is definitely not your city anymore. The sky is a mix between pink and blue, the floor is as white as a porcelain vase. On the far left theres a temple, similiar to the one in your city, but its bigger, with gold and red mixed in the white of the stone pillars.

You feel your clothes changing, a simple white tunic with different grey drawings on it. Then comes the weight of the chains. Around your neck. They're gold and full of gems, and he holds the end of it.

"From now on, you must call me master Knives. Or better yet, just bark... you're my pet after all" his smile sends chills down your spine, his words make you want to vomit.

'Or better yet, just bark', you're not a human enymore, you're his dog to play with, to show, and to punish when disobey. He tugs on the chains hard enough to make you stand up, walking behind him as he enters the temple.

And its like he's making fun on you even more: those fucking flowers are all around you. Decorating the place from the stairs to the ceiling. You can't stand the sight.

He sits in something that resemble a throne. Looking at you with the same wicked smile, Knives makes appear a cuscion on the floor, right beside his feet. "Sit". You look at the red fabric with disgust. "I said... sit". The tug on the chain is so hard that you loose balance.

You do as told for now, you already have been disobeying enough for today. Maybe tomorrow you'll put a fight, maybe not. But you are sure that you won't get out of her for a very long time.

"From now on, you'll be sitting here beside me. Watching me receive offers of every type, and if you're good enough, I'll give you something to snack on. Maybe a bone or two"

He laughs in your face, echoing in the vastness of the temple.

"Is that clear enough, pet?", you nod your head, not sure that you can talk right now. "Good", he pets your head, just like someone will do with their dog. Because you are a dog now. His dog.

this was a birth, i had so many ideas that my brain almost shut off at one point.

be ready for a Vash ff tho! i had a sudden inspiration at 2.30 in the morning and stayed awake till 5 lmao.

if you have any request, write it in the comments or privately!

have a lovely day! by loves!♡

[bitcheslovesme]

Get to know me? Idk

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soooo, I've created this blog two years ago? don't remember exactly, BUT, I finally decided to start writing! (my wattpad account is crying right now lmao)

I'll start with introducing myself: I'm N, I'm Italian, 20yo and my pronouns are she/they. I'm studying languages (sorry in advance for any mistakes that would appear in any ff) and I like morally grey characters (I can't fix them, but I can make them worse)

I write for a lot of characters/people, but here's a list:

•MCU

•X-Men

•Pirates of Caribbean

•The Bikeriders

•Masters of the air

•Harry Potter

•Marauders era

•Chronicles of Narnia

•Bullet train

•Twilight (( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) anyone? just me? ok)

•Hunger games

•The witcher

•Shadow and bone

•Alice in borderland

•Ateez

•Bts

•Straykids

•Txt

•Love and deespace

•Genshin impact

•Honkai star rail

•Obey me!

•Ultraman rising

•Devilman crybaby

•One piece

•Dragonball (any season(?) is well accepted)

•Jujutsu kaisen

•Bnha

•Haikyuu

•Demon slayer

•Trigun/stampede (I only watched the anime/movie, I'm too poor for the manga)

•Hazbin hotel

•Howl's moving castle

•Death note

•Tokyo Ghoul

•Chainsaw man

•Attack on titan

•Naruto

•Free!

•Kuroko no Basket

•Black Butler

•Kiss him, not me

•Fairy tail

•Seven deadly sins

•Diabolik lovers

•Bleach

•One punch man

There are definitely more but I just can't remember all of them (and I need to go back studying lol)

ANYWAY, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

Just a few more things!

Ageless/non-active blogs would be blocked, I do smut too so I need my audience to be 18+!

I don't mind any type of feedback, just don't be rude, don't discriminate anyone and don't be pretentious.

We can talk as proper adults if you find something incoherent/that you don't like, or you can even block me. Just, again, don't start being mean.

I think that's all for now! Have a fantastic day! Love and peace!

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.