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he's waiting for his date !! ✨

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Too handsome not to tie him Up)))

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When (S/o) Take Their Jacket (Pt. 1)

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I have a bit of writer's block here and there, so I'll post what I have written while I try to brainstorm the others for Pt. 2 <3

Vash The Stampede: 

After waking up from his slumber, Vash slowly rose from the bed and yawned while stretching his arm. He sat there for a while and realized how (Y/n) wasn’t lying beside him. He wasn’t alarmed, or in a panic as they do this now and then: gathering supplies for their rounds of travel. Vash got up and walked towards the bathroom for a quick shower. Upon walking back to the bedroom to change into his clothing and attach his prosthetic arm. He noticed his signature red jacket wasn’t neatly folded on the desk he had left it last night. He looked over the chair, under the bed, the closet, and even opened the window to look down to find his jacket. 

Not a sight at all. 

He was about to panic until he remembered (Y/n).

‘Maybe they know where it is…’  He thought to himself as he put on his long-sleeved shirt and glove. The moment he tied up his lace, he got up to grab the doorknob only to have it swung open and cause him to jump in surprise. (Y/n) walked in, bringing in numerous bags as they waddled their way in.

“No, I don’t need help, I already brought everything.” (Y/n) announced as they lifted one arm with a little huff due to the extra weight. 

Regardless, Vash took some bags off from their other arm to help take some weight off them. No matter how many times they assured him that they didn’t need any help, he refused to accept that. He wants to be there for them as much as they have been there for him. As (Y/n) started to take out food from the bag, Vash then remembered what he was going to ask.

“Oh Hey, by the way. Have you seen…my…” 

At that moment, Vash spotted what he was looking for. His red jacket was nicely worn by his partner as they looked up at him, to see what he was going to ask. Then by the looks of his slightly blushed reaction, it clicked on them,

“Oh!  Sorry…I just threw in whatever that was near me.” 

As (Y/n) tried to take Vash’s jacket off he pulled the jacket back on their shoulder and smiled sweetly at them. 

“There’s no need to apologize, (Y/n). You can wear it, you know. Besides, you look adorable.” He smiled fondly while (Y/n) became a blushing mess at his sudden comment. 

His jacket was just a couple of inches off the ground when (Y/n) wore them compared to when Vash wore it. 

“You doofus.” They bluntly responded, trying to avoid Vash’s gaze when he gave them a sweet compliment. It didn’t help them at all when Vash looked at the back of their head fondly before planting a gentle kiss against their cheek.

Knives Millions

The majority of the time (Y/n) was there, Knives hardly removed his cloak when he was near them. It was either wrapped around his hips, hooded up, or hooded down, but never off. Not once did they question him or request it off. How do you have the courage to go to a powerful entity and ask such a thing? (Y/n) refuses to overstep the boundary Knives put in and remain silent by the topic. They were just glad to be by his side…and being alive overall. 

As if it was an opportunity that was giving to (Y/n), his cloak was hanging by a chair. He was no where on sight. This was a given chance to feel the material of his cloak. (Y/n) looked around to make sure they were in the clear before grabbing it. It felt weird to the touch. It felt soft and rubbery? (Im just spitballing here…) It was tempting to put it around them and sure enough, that’s what (Y/n) did. The cloak was wrapped around their body, snugged in as it draped their body. It was rather long to the point where it dragged on the floor; though (Y/n) wasn’t paying too much attention. It was going to be a quick felt…Or so they thought. 

Knives entered the room. 

The sound of his footstep snapped (Y/n)’s attention to the point where they quickly made eye contact with Knives. His eyes slowly opened wide in shocked by the sight of a human, his human, having his coat wrapped around them. 

“...Explain yourself.” He commanded, though his tone was soft toned rather than his usual demenor. 

“...I was just curious–Sorry, I’ll take it off.” 

(Y/n) took the cloak off them before handing it back to its owner. Knives grabbed it and kept his eye contact locked on them. 

“Leave. I need some time alone.” 

(Y/n) nodded and leaves the room. They were in a panic state but didn’t want to show it. (Y/n) kept thinking how they might have ruin Knives’s trust or ruin their relationship in general by touching his stuff. Though little did they know that it was far from the truth. Knives was left alone from the room holding onto the cloak…blushing slightly from the view he had just witnessed. The sight of his partner wearing his cloak was such refreshing. He let out a sigh then decided that one day he’ll make one for his beloved when he gets the chance. For now, he stayed in the room to recover. Knives didn’t want to leave until he was no longer blushing.

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But it’s like 100 degrees!

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Very inconsiderate for this man to be alive this long and not know how to drive.

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yotsuba pose!!

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Vash The Stampede in the style of Sherlock Holmes))))

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Wiwis q hice ya hace rato

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Just to let you lovely peeps know that I have put anonymous option for those who would like to send in requests in the future.

<3

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Naitopus.

redraw from a mermay post

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Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives: (Y/n) biting their arm.

Vash The Stampede

The two of you were settling down after a long night of traveling. Upon walking to the motel room, (Y/n) was the first to collapse on the bed. Of course, Vash was one of the two who was used to traveling long distances with no problem for many years compared to (Y/n). 

“I don’t get how you can keep doing this. My legs are killing me!” (Y/n) dramatically groans while Vash smiles softly. He was happy to find a place for the night, but more happy to see his beloved partner resting at ease. 

Vash placed his bag near the desk and removed his coat; placing it on top of the chair before joining (Y/n) in bed. 

“We should get some rest. We still have a long way to go till we get to the next city.” Vash removed his prosthetic arm and then his shoes. Before he can make himself comfortable, he then removes (Y/n)’s shoes once he notices how no effort they put in to make themselves comfortable. The smile never wiped off as he was glad to help (Y/n)’s night more comfortable. He lay on his side and wrapped his arm over (Y/n), pulling them close to him as he slowly drifted to sleep. 

It wasn’t long until he felt a pinching sensation on his arm that woke him up. 

“My love…What are you doing?” He asked calmly as he looked down to see what was going on. (Y/n) gently bit Vash’s arm and looked up to meet his eyes. 

“Nuthin’” They responded as their mouth was still attached to his arm,

“Uhh…can you let me go, please?” He smiled and looked at them with pleading eyes.

“Na.” They responded. 

Their teeth still sank into his skin, not so much so to tear skin or cause a bad injury, but enough to make Vash try and shake them off of him. 

“Please, mayfly?” He looked at them with a calm expression, but they shook their head no as they put a little pressure. 

“Ah! Hey! No biting, please, and thank you?” 

Vash tried to pry his arm away from (Y/n)’s mouth but to no avail. He was about to give up until he thought of something that would help the situation. He leans towards their head and presses a sweet, gentle kiss against their temple. Even if it didn’t do anything to help his situation, at least he ended the day giving them affection. To his surprise, he felt the release of their teeth as they looked up at him, smiling and blushing softly at the touch of his lips. Vash looked down and smiled as well before pulling them closer to him for a well-rested night.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

He was at it again, being the annoying prick of a boyfriend as always. The whole time in the city they had just got in, Nicholas would annoy (Y/n) just for his amusement and entertainment. He would grab their hair and try to have it slid inside their nose, would tap the back of their knee to make them lose balance in public, along with aggressive hair ruffling at random. 

(Y/n) had enough. As soon as Nicholas put his arm around their shoulder it was an opportunity to annoy him by biting his arm. 

“Ahh! Hey what the hell, (Y/n)!?” 

Nicholas was shocked by the sudden action and tried to remove his arm off their shoulder but (Y/n) wasn’t letting him go that easy. Their teeth sank a little further down his skin, making him groan. 

“This isn’t funny, (Y/n), let go!” 

“No!”

Nicholas continues to try to pull his arm off their mouth, but to his surprise, they are locked in. unable to get his lover off his arm. It’s to the point where he decided to take it a little further. 

“You wanna play fire with fire, (Y/n), You’re asking for it!” 

In a quick motion, Nicholas grabbed (Y/n)’s arm and bit it with the same amount of pressure as (Y/n). They let out a slight yelp but refused to let him go. He was being too annoying and had to give him a taste of his own medicine, but they should have known better that he would try to get even with them. 

“Had enough?” Nicholas muttered the words out while having his teeth locked in. 

(Y/n) only shook their head no and continued to bite his arm. There was no point in having both of them biting each other by the sidewalk as some locals walked past them with slight judgment, Nicholas soon sigh then let go, seeing it wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Alright, alright, fine you win…happy now?” 

There was no response from (Y/n) as they continued to bite his arm. Nicholas groaned at their stubbornness and looked at them for a moment before getting an idea.  He started to tickle them in a sensitive spot which caused them to let go and laugh at this action. He smirked at his success and took the chance to lift them and throw them over his shoulder, gripping their thigh tightly to secure them. 

“There, now be a good (girl, boy, individual) and try not to get any funny ideas. Alright?” 

He picked up The Punisher and continued walking down the sidewalk. Everything was going well until (Y/n) patted his ass for payback. It was now their turn to be the annoying partner. 

Nicholas blushed madly and called them out.

“Hey! Enough of that! You’re being damn annoying, you know!”

Knives Millions

…You…You just want to die, huh? 

(Y/n) would never dare themselves to take such a risky action by biting Knives. He was stronger and dangerous if he got mad, let alone being bitten.  It was already pure luck that Knives didn’t want to harm his beloved. There was just the thought in the back of (Y/n)’s mind of ‘what if’’s in the back of their mind. Knives were sitting on the edge of a bed that was given for (Y/n) to rest since he knew how important sleep is to humans. ((Reader if you’re reading this at 2 am. Go to bed.)) He had one arm around (Y/n)’s shoulder as he watched them drift to slumber. Based on how they were breathing, they were still awake even after 15 minutes. Before he could point it out he felt their teeth on his skin which confused him. 

“What are you doing…” Knives didn’t move his arm away or pull away for that matter, he just looked down at his (Y/n) while waiting for their reasoning as to why they were attempting to bite him. 

“...N-nothing.” They replied. 

“Truly there is a reason why you’re trying to bite me. Especially when you’re such a terrible liar.” He responded. To their surprise, He let out a chuckle at their useless reasoning.

 There was no reason to lie to him, but the panic was overwhelming. 

“Tell me…what kind of human behavior is this…” He sounded curious as to what tempted (Y/n) to bite him as if they had some animalistic behavior. 

“It…can be displayed as affectionate to some?” They responded.

There was a moment of silence before Knives considered it and then nodded. 

“Very well..”

It was his way of giving them his approval which (Y/n) nodded and gently bit his arm. Their sank pressed down on his skin for a while. The room was filled with an awkward silence between the two. It was getting uncomfortable to the point where (Y/n) let go and looks at Knives

“Hmm…Don’t do that again.” He responded. 

Knives sat there until he noticed (Y/n) fell asleep before getting off the bed and walked out of the private room that now belongs to (Y/n). As he walked down the hallway, a faint blush crept in his skin. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t like the feeling of their teeth on his skin, but he refused to accept the new sensation he was feeling inside. 

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Just thought of something...

Imagine...Knives' (S/o) "Spicing" it up in the bedroom...wearing a cowboy/cowgirl theme lingerie...for roleplay...

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so. knives. 🧍sorry erm ermm hes very pretty and i want to hold his hand i think. and if you could write thatbthat woud be very nice (I AM SO AWKWARD IM SO SORRY HELP)

(OMG ITS OKI BC SAME THO!)

I made it a bit short, so I do apologize for it.

Holding Hands with Knives

Knives Millions

It has been a while since (Y/n) was taken and kept around in the lab. Knives had no intention of giving them to Conrad to experiment on since he saw no reason to. Biggest mistake he has made. It took him a long time to develop feelings for the human. So many holes in the wall out of frustrations from these inexperienced feelings until he accepted them. Now he has a partner that’s human. What can go wrong? Well…Knives question them on everything that was practically normal for humans to do. (Y/n) wanna nap? “Why? You just slept for 8 hours.” (Y/n) wanna eat a snack? “Didn’t you eat four hours ago?” (Y/n) wanna binge-watch their favorite show? “Didn’t you just finish it? Why waste your time rewatching this when you already know the plot...It’s pathetic.” He sounds like a scolding mother. 

But this time…(Y/n) dared to ask this one particular question that Knives never thought they would ever request: 

“Hey Knives? Is it okay if we hold hands?” 

He looks at them as if they just called him a bitch. 

“Why?”

“Well…we are together, so I figured it would be okay to hold hands if you’re okay with that.” (Y/n) responded.  

“No. Do not touch me.” He responded. 

It wasn’t an unexpected response, (Y/n) had a gut feeling he would answer that, but it didn’t really hurt to try it. All (Y/n) could do was nod at his response. 

“That’s fine. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” 

From the outside, Knives had his arms crossed, looking down on (Y/n) with an annoyed expression when they respected his wishes. On the inside, however, he’s clinching his heart tightly by the displayed consideration. 

“I don’t need to hold your hand…” 

“Have you ever held hands before?” 

Naw. This man hasn’t had a woman’s touch other than his mother figure which was…150+ years ago.

“No. And I don’t need one.” He locked down his answer. 

“Have you..thought of it? Just for a few seconds.” (Y/n) was desperate to get Knives to hold their hand. Though, even if Knives continues to refuse a small yet large affection, (Y/n) has to accept it. 

“Very well..I suppose we can hold hands.” 

Knives undo his crossed arms and extend his hand out towards (Y/n). This was it. This was the moment that made (Y/n)’s heart skip a beat. They slowly reached out and grabbed his hand, their fingers interlocked. A couple of seconds past that turned into a minute.

There was a faint smile that slowly appeared on his face, though (Y/n) hold back any comment that would potentially ruin this rare moment between them. The two held hands for quite a while, was hard to tell how long they'd been standing there, or more: how long (Y/n) waited for Knives to let go first.

“You can let go-”

“No.”

His grip was firm, warm, with a sense of protectiveness. He refused to let them go now. 

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Reader should pull a Rick and Morty and find a way to turn themselves into worm (around Wolfwood) to test that theory😂 it’s an important question after all….

Technically…first request?  I actually like this concept, so I'll just write one of Wolfwood. unless you also want me to write one with Vash and Knives then I'll gladly do those as well. ❤️❤️❤️

I turned myself into a worm, Nicholas…

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Morning light came through the window curtains, hitting Wolfwood’s eyes. An annoyed grunt was released through him as he pulled the covers over him to avoid the shining ray. There was no question that Wolfwood wasn’t a morning person, but if there was one thing he was looking forward to, it was opening his eyes and seeing (Y/n) first thing of the day. That was until he noticed (Y/n) wasn’t there by him. The moment his arm reached the other side and landed on the soft mattress; he began to panic a little. Maybe (Y/n) have woken up and used the bathroom? But he didn’t hear the door close or any sounds of movement during his sleep. Now Nicholas was fully panicking as he got out of bed and scanned the room. 

“(Y/n)? Babe?” Wolfwood called out, but there was nothing in response. 

“Dammit…Don’t tell me…” He muttered to himself annoyed as he started to put on his clothes. 

The moment Wolfwood put his shoes on, the rays that sneaked through the curtains were no longer on the surfaces, as if the sky had turned off in mere seconds. He turned around towards the window and opened up the blinds. 

“...Jesus Christ…”

Nicholas was now standing in front of a Sandsworm, its head lying on the sand while its body was dug deep into the surface. Although it was too early for civilians to be awake to notice the large creature being near its city, Nicholas still wanted to kill it before it went in and destroyed everything around it. He grabs his punisher cross and removes the belted sheets as he walks closer to the worm. 

“Alright…be a good little wormy and stay still so I can kill ‘ya easy-peasy…” He raises his weapon as the lasers start to heat up, Nicholas aims it directly toward the head of the Sandstorm until he hears a familiar voice. 

“WAIT!” 

Wolfwood turned around, then his whole surroundings. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), where the hell are you!?” He shouted as he continued to look for his lover, making sure they weren’t in the danger zone once he took care of the sandworm. 

“Up here, dummy!” 

He looked up and his blood ran cold. Is (Y/n)...INSIDE of the worm? It only made sense now: they weren’t there when he woke up, nor in the motel room they were staying in. They must have gone out and gotten eaten up by the worm somehow…right? 

“(Y/n)! Whatever you do, just stay there! I’ll aim for the head!” He raised his weapon once more until another voice broke his concentration.

“NO! Up! Here! Nicholas! Do I really have to spell it out for you!?” 

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Nicholas argued back looking up with a mixture of concern and annoyance as (Y/n) kept messing with his mojo. 

“I AM the worm!”

“....What!?” 

At this point Nicholas lowered the punisher cross as the laser slowly dyed down a little, disengaging. 

“I know! Isn’t it cool!?” 

The sandworm…in this case, (Y/n) raised its wormy head and wiggled a little as a sign of excitement. This displayed only gave Wolfwood an overwhelming mixture of confusion, disbelieve, relief, concern, and slightly disgusted. 

“The hell did you do, (Y/n)!?” He shouted at the…his lover (?). 

“Well, all I did was wake up, decided to have a little walk outside, and then, like a force field, I ran towards the open field and turned into a worm…Hey! This could make traveling faster now-”

“There’s no way I’m riding your…slimy back!” He protested. He still can’t believe that THIS is his partner. Nicolas refused to. “This better be a sick twisted prank! You’re just in the worm’s mouth aren’t you!?” 

“Want me to prove it?” The moment the sandworm laid its head back down and opened its mouth in front of Wolfwood, it was harder and harder to ignore it now, (Y/n) turned into a worm…literally!

“Now answer me this, Nico…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

Nicholas jolted up from a familiar mattress, his blood ran cold as he controlled his breathing, sweating more than usual. He looked around the surroundings and saw the motel room (Y/n) and he was staying in. It was a dream…or rather a nightmare for him truly. Which can only be official once he turns to his side and sees (Y/n) resting next to him. Not a slimy, large, disgusting creature but rather the most beautiful person he fell in love with. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around (Y/n), pulling them close to his chest as he rested his stubbly chin on top of their head, causing them to wake up. 

“Wha–is it morning already?” They wrapped their arms around his waist as they shifted their position to a much comfortable one, know that Nicholas cuddled them closely. 

“Naw…Just go back to sleep, babe, it’s still dark out.” He responded quietly as he planted a gentle kiss on their non-slimy forehead then drifted back to sleep.

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First Trigun x Reader Post Eyyyy!!

Hi everyone! I've started this blog mainly to put all my simp needs. And maybe yours as well.

Vash, Wolfwood, and Knive's Response to: "Would you like me if I turned into a worm?" Question from (Y/n).

(Talking about Trigun's big ass worm and not the tiny one hehe)

Vash The Stampede:

The two of you were on a travel journey to go to the next city, Augusta. Regardless of how long the walk would take, the conversations help pass the time. Making it interesting to get to know Vash more and more. Everything was going well until there was a question that hit your mind. (Y/n) already knew what answer Vash was going to give, but it's the way he answered and expressed it that piqued an interest.

"Vash...I got a question for 'ya." (Y/n) changed the topic as they looked up to them.

"Huh? What is it, (Y/n)?" Vash asked, expressing his curiosity as to what his mayfly would ask him.

"...Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

There was a sudden silence between the two before Vash responded with: "I beg your pardon?" Making sure he had heard right.

“Ya…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They asked once more, looking into his eyes. He could tell they were being genuine by the look on their expression. 

“W-Well...Ya. I’d love you in any shape or form, mayfly...but why a worm?” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked into their eyes. Even if it was the silliest question Vash had heard in his years (150 years) of living, he still wanted to give them an answer.

“...Life is filled with possibilities, Vash…Who knows, what if I turn into a worm the next day.”  

Vash only laughed at this comment only to get a light jabbed on the shoulder by them as they raised their voice a little. “I’m being dead serious!”   

“Even if you were to turn into a worm right now, I’d still take you alongside me and give you kisses everywhere.” He smiled proudly at his answer, even laughing at his own response since it was also silly. He can only imagine: ‘the humanoid typhoon and his soulmate…the worm.’ Even though (Y/n) tried to make this a serious conversation, they couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the big smile Vash displayed. 

“...What about me? Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Vash asked, slightly blushed from the question that sounded childish to even say. 

“No.”

“WHAT!?”

(Y/n) laughed by his sudden surprise. Especially on how serious he was taking the question.  

“Of course, I would. And besides…Even if you’re not human, or a plant, I’d still love you regardless, because you’re everything to me.” 

Vash looked into his lover’s eyes with shock then pure bliss by their responses. Even if this wasn’t the first time hearing this, it always warms his heart knowing that someone like (Y/n) would always be there by his side through thick and thin. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them in for a hug, thanking them for loving him regardless.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Wolfwood leans on a metal wall of an alley, smoking a cigarette while (Y/n) sits on the floor, resting their foot from a long walk to the city they’re now in. Even if Wolfwood is a bit impatient, he’d rather have them resting instead of having to carry them on their travel. The two haven’t exchanged a word for one another, only the sound of people chatting and doing their usual business in the background. That was until (Y/n) decided that now would be a good time to ask the question that have been burning in their mind since dating him.

“Hey, Nicholas?” (Y/n) looked up at the man, meeting his eyes behind his shades.

“Hm?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“...Did you lose brain cells from the heat? What the hell kind of question is that?” He looked at (Y/n) annoyed by the sudden question. 

“Just answer it.” (Y/n) demanded, but the priest rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious. Why the hell would anyone love a worm?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, overall confused as to why this was even a thing to begin with. Even the mere thought of seeing the worm was enough for Wolfwood to be slightly disgusted. 

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?” The sad look in (Y/n)’s eyes as Wolfwood answered a bit harshly. With both the question and the response from (Y/n), Wolfwood looked at them confused, concerned, and annoyed by this unrealistic question. He could have just flat out lied and said yes to avoid the sad look, but he didn’t want to lie either, especially towards (Y/n) on this certain matter.  

“What? You expect me to say yes? …Where did you even come up with that anyway?” 

(Y/n) didn’t respond to his questions that kept piling up. They decided to act as if this truly did hurt their feelings, even though it was just for their entertainment. 

“I would love you if you turned into a worm, Nicholas.” 

He didn’t respond or retract his answer, instead, he just rubbed his face down with one hand slowly. “...I should just charge you for every dumb question you give me…I’d have $$50,000 double dollars by now.” 

“What the– Would you seriously do that to me!?”

“$$60,000 double dollars now.” He smirked, enjoying the reaction (Y/n) is now giving him. It all seems as though the worm topic was now out the window by this idea of being charged. Once the topic of both the worm and question fee was over, Wolfwood sat down next to (Y/n), throwing an arm over their shoulder and pulling them close to his side. The sudden action was just enough for (Y/n) to feel their cheeks burning up. They pressed their cheek against him as they heard a light chuckle coming from him as he looked down at them with fondness before speaking up. 

“...You know I love you right?” Wolfwood asked, he faced the ground for a while before turning his full attention to his significant other. (Y/n) felt his hand on their chin, guiding them to look up into his eyes as he slowly leans in.

“....But would you–”

“For heaven's sake-”

Knives Millions

It was rare to have a long interaction with Knives as he was always keeping himself busy for his plans to set perfectly. Today was one of those days when the two could finally have a decent conversation with one another. Mostly just Knives going over what was going on with the plans, what he and Conrad have discussed, and overall how long he thinks it’ll take to get the paradise he long desired for him and his siblings….and (Y/n)...maybe? The conversation slowly dyed down which was upsetting for (Y/n). Before even thinking, they called out Knives’s attention. 

“Knives, May I ask you something?” (Y/n) asked. 

“You may.” Knives responded. His arms crossed, looking down at (Y/n) to see if the question was something involving his plan or maybe worse…their future.

“Would you…love me if I was a worm…?” 

“...What?” He looked turned his full body towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, trying to gather the courage to repeat the question once more to their intimidating partner. 

“I said..Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They repeated once more, only to see that Knives held onto the expression and pose as if he was still waiting. 

Silent. 

Nothing but silence filled up the room. Knives only looked at (Y/n) with a blank yet annoyed expression. ‘What? Is this a human thing?’ Knives thought to himself. Didn’t even bother to answer (Y/n)’s question due to how idiotic it was. 

“Kni-” 

“Quiet.” Knives commanded, still baffled by the weird question that was asked. He was feared by thousands of people and killed multiple humans, and yet here he is being asked if he would still have an affectionate, romantic feeling with a worm. Pathetic.

“I don’t have time for such nonsense questions of yours. If you have nothing important to ask in regard to my plans, then I suggest you keep them to yourself.” His voice was cold and stern, both of which matched his expression. His arms remain crossed as he looks away from (Y/n). There was nothing but silence in the room once more. (Y/n) felt embarrassed for even asking that, especially towards someone like Knives who couldn’t take a joke to save his life. 

“...I’ll see you later tonight…I must have a word with Conrad alone.” Knives’s words are now gentler than it was before. He walked away, leaving (Y/n) behind once more. 

A bit of confusion and anxiety crept in on (Y/n). Did they screw up? Was it offensive to him? Maybe once he comes back, they can explain to him what the meaning behind it was. While (Y/n) was alone in a room, Knives invited Conrad to a separate room to discuss something important. 

“You said this was urgent?” Conrad looked over at Knives as he looked down on the ground thinking about what just happened.

“...What is the meaning behind the question: “Would you still love me if I was a worm” doctor?”