#VASH?! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SO SAD

[hinaliix]

Vashhhhh the stampedeeeeeee

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Helping Vash Get Cleaned Up After the Incident in July

Vash the Stampede X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, angst, mentions of deaths, and steam

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) I am drowning in Trigun Stampede feels. I needed to write something to make me feel better (it helped a little bit). I want Vash to be happy, somebody please stop writing bad things happening to him!! He deserves good things and I just have all the Vash feels. So I have SEVERAL ideas in my drafts for both him and Nicholas so my fellow Trigun fangirls be on the lookout as I keep working and hopefully get around to posting more often! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

After the disaster of July, your heart ached horribly for the lives lost in the incident. But you found yourself worrying more about a blond haired man more than anything. Once the news of the destruction was done an announcement followed about the raised bounty of the person responsible for such a horrific act. Vash the Stampede now had a sixty billion double dollar bounty stamped across his name and every bounty hunter with the guts to go after him on his tail. You worriedly waited for the fateful moment that he would find his way at your doorstep every night. You didn’t have to wait long as a week later Vash stumbled right to your door, collapsing at your feet.

You struggled getting him inside before you were finally able to get him in and shut the door. Vash sat limply in a chair, a ragged cloth draped over his form leaving him in shadow, while his normally styled hair hung limply in dirty knots. He didn’t speak or even look at you, keeping his eyes down to stare holes into the floor. You sighed tiredly, knowing that he was blaming himself for everything. Nothing was truly his fault, but Vash always took the world and it’s problems on his shoulders. He probably didn’t understand why he brought himself to your door as he worried about bringing destruction down upon your home. You shook your head grabbing his arm and tugging him up to his feet.

“You don’t have to talk,” you started walking while tugging him along, “or explain anything. But you will follow me and do what I tell you. No arguing.”

You brought him into your bathroom where you started running water into an old wooden tub you kept for your baths. He started to protest, Vash’s voice rough with disuse but you quickly shushed him, continuing on with your work.

“Get undressed,” you stated with no room for arguments. “I’m going to get you cleaned up.”

Vash just sighed in defeat as you turned back to focus on getting the tub filled and the necessary items to get him all clean. Bashfully Vash stood in the middle of the bathroom waiting for you to finish with the running water. You didn’t focus on that the man you cared for dearly was standing naked in the middle of the room, but the sight of all the scars and metal marring his flesh made you gasp in concern.

“Vash,” you whimpered. He stood there stiffly before looking away as you got closer to him. “Oh Vash.”

You reached out and he flinched, ashamed that you were seeing the sad state his body was in and what he had done to himself all for the sake of his ideals. Still you didn’t let his embarrassment stop you as you traced the metal across his pectoral.

“Sorry I’m so hideous,” he grinned sadly which just made you glare at him.

“You aren’t hideous,” you stated a little angry that he thought that way. The look in his once bright blue eyes had you tugging him into your embrace. “You’ll never be hideous to me. Now get in the tub, you’ll feel much better once you’re all clean.”

“Yes ma’am,” Vash chuckled entering the water. He watched you for a couple seconds just waiting for you to leave. You stayed there staring back before making your way back to the tub. Kneeling down you grabbed the wash cloth, dipping it into the still warm water and rubbing it across his grimy skin. You traced all the scars, leaving tender touches to each one as you went along. Vash shivered at your touch despite the heat of the water. The water grew murky quickly as you made sure that all the dirt was washed away. You wished greatly that you could scrub away guilt as easily as the sands of Noman’s Land. Vash relaxed a little at the attention you laved upon him, all thoughts of the scars he hated so much melting away at every touch you gifted them. 

You knew Vash had always seemed a little flustered around you, but you were happy to see him relax. Normally you wouldn’t stick around and watch or help him bathe, but when you had seen him so exhausted at your doorstep that he wound up collapsing at your doorstep you couldn’t leave him alone. Bringing him back to his fun and goofy self was your newest mission. Vash stiffened when you leaned forward, placing your hand in the water to use the tub as leverage. He felt your fingertips brush against his bare thigh, making his eyes widened. You brushed your lips gently against his chapped ones.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you whispered.

Vash continued to stare before he placed a damp hand on the back of your head and brought you closer. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were on yours. You melted into his embrace, letting Vash do whatever he needed to take from you. He stood up taking you with him as water splashed onto the floor in large puddles. You groaned tangling your fingers in his hair, ignoring the fact that your comfortable clothes were quickly becoming soaked. Vash held on tightly your smaller form fitting against his like the perfect puzzle piece. He hadn’t been able to relax or feel at peace one day since the destruction of July, but now that he was here with you he finally found that comfort he had been longing for. He held on tightly not wanting to ever let go as you saw him as he wanted to be seen. You didn’t judge him or force him to open up, you quietly stood by just waiting for the times he needed you. He loved you greatly and he was thankful that he found someone like you. All cleaned and freshly dressed, Vash watched you fall asleep against him, your warm breath puffing against his neck. He held on tighter letting himself relax for the first time in so long.

[yurinaa-world]

Please I'm having a moment, I'm sleepless, Sad, and lovesick.  Please, Can I have a scenario with Vash and Wolfwood separeted where it's a cold night and they have cold hands, and a fem reader who is just great at flirting but unintentionally, just takes their hand and shoves it between her thick thighs and warm them up, as if it was nothing and asking "Better?" THANK YOU AND DRINK WATER!!!

Thicc thighs save lifes babie~

Characters: Vash and Nicholas x Female Reader

Synopsis: Warming up their cold hands with your thighs

Warnings: fluff, nickname princess (Nicholas)

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

It felt like one of the coldest nights, everyone in Noman's land was already fast asleep except for you and Vash. You laid in your sleeping bag trying to sleep but failing, turning your side to see Vash. He was sat up on top of his sleeping bag, his body facing you, while looking at the stars. It was your turn to stay watch for the first half of the night, but Vash told you that he can stay watch again.

You could see him shivering a little because of the wind, getting up from your sleeping bag, and saying, "You aren't tired?" Vash asked, looking back down at you with a soft smile, but you shake your head and say a small no. You see him take the fleshy hand held in front of his mouth as he blows out a warm breath to warm his hand up.

An idea clicked in your head. How about you help him out at least to warm up his hands? You grab both of his hands and put them between your thighs, warming them together "better." You could see Vash's face go completely red; a faint eep left from his lips before he pulled his hands back in surprise, then grabbed his hands once again and put them in between your thighs.

His face remained red and even more embarrassed than before, his eyes widened, and he looked at you, asking, "Do you feel better?"You smiled softly at him, and you saw him nod slowly and say, "You don't have to do this." Vash blushed more. "Your hand will freeze and fall off," you replied, "but why do you like it this way?" Vash mumbled, averting his eyes away from you.

You smile and lean closer to him. "So is it better, Vash?" Your voice was low and whispered, and you saw Vash look up to you.

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟 𝒲𝑜𝓁𝒻𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇"

You shivered and pulled your coat tighter around you, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. "Ya want me to warm you up?" Nicholas teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes, yet you could tell that he was cold as well; his hands had a bright red color from the frost.

"Your hands look like they're about to fall off." You pointed out, "Worry about yourself, princess." He smirked, he always came back at you, and no matter how you tried to get him back in some way or another, it never seemed to work; you felt your brain click, you grabbed Nicholas' hands, putting them in between your thighs, and feeling the cold sensation made your breath hitch.

"better Nicholas~?" You asked, and you could see his ears going red, but he quickly recovered, saying, "Way softer than I thought." Nicholas commented, as you felt his frigid hands squeeze your thighs. "So cold," you muttered, as Nicholas got a huge grin on his face.

 "what? You wanted to warm me up, didn't you?" He teased, and you felt your c he saflush.ekNotlush "Iot that i'm complaini,g though."  He added, his thumb rubbing small circles into your thigh, making you melt against him.

Nicholas took advantage of the situation by pulling your legs closer to himself and wrapping them around his waist. You could only blush harder as he nuzzled into your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

"Are you all warmed up now?"

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[ashistired37]

Yes the nap was refreshing. Let's talk about what I think is going on with Erin!

So. Spoilers for 2-2-32!

sorry most of this is based on speculation but that's the fun of this! If you disagree or think there's something I missed I will very gladly read through it! I love theories even if they aren't mine feel free to share yours <3

Okay so I literally wrote a draft of my theory the night before so I'll summarise it.

Basically I think what's going on with Erin- atleast subconsciously is tied to the backstory theory I cooked up.

I think his soul was either very prone to elemental corruption or the elements were just too much for him to control.

I think maybe using one element like we've mostly seen him do was alright but using it for too long would cause problems. So using them would usually lead to him being bedridden or sick in some way.

Because of this he probably felt powerless in a way. Sure he could use all the elements but he can't do anything meaningful with them without injuring himself (or others depending on how out of control his powers were before the magic tats/seals)

I mean obviously he felt helpless when it comes to helping Tess. He was a child what could he say to his father to get through to him? We don't know much about his parents but from what we know his father was definitely a douche. We know Erin and Tess seem to like/respect their mother and she was probably a Soul mage but that's about it

I think the line about holding him back just meant Tess would TRY to stop him from overworking himself which probably came before the seals. Maybe he kept trying to make his magic work despite knowing how much of a toll it takes or even after he got the tattoos he probably wanted to feel useful now that he could actually use his powers safely. He had to.

This is why I think he's a good person to parallel Kendal. They're both trying to justify their existence by doing.

Kendal with saving Vash.

And Erin by solving problems.

Is it fair to him to assume he can do all that? No. This whole thing really reminds me of the first episode of I think justice league?

I know it was a DC animated show- where in the first episode they assign superman to protect the whole world and when people protest saying he doesn't have enough hands for that he reassures them he will take care of it.

Erin's kinda like Superman in this case- oh wow I never thought I'd say that. But you understand why I draw the comparison. They're both insanely powerful and taking on way more than they can in these instances.

Now I know I mostly used 2-2-30 and 31 but I had to use them so we can get to the 32 stuff.

Him saying no one can help him and that it always comes back yo him to carry the weight because nobody can catch him if he falls as hubouris it sounds it's also. Really fucking sad.

I think he probably had a lot of instances where people expected him to fix things because of how much power he has (probably his father or even fellow students of The academy but that's just a guess) so he internalised it.

"But Atlas didn't you say he probably feels like this because he feels the need to justify his existence so he doesn't feel as helpless?" yes. Because I think it's both. Things mixed together to create the awful storm that is Erin mc hubris pants.

On another tragic note he's been one of the core members for so long. Since like chapter 4-5. This guy has fought with atleast Alinua and Kendal for AWHILE now. He knows they can help but the one thing they can't help him get rid of or solve?

The dragon.

He's right. He's absolutely right but that's only if you think about directly helping. By directly getting rid of it. If you think about helping him more indirectly so he can get the help he needs? They've been doing that since they met him!

Obviously he's not thinking completely rationally if he was more level headed he could probably acknowledge this but I NEEDED to mention this.

I might add to this sometime but I am exhausted I'll see you after ANOTHER nap

[multiverse-imagines]

A request from SkyDragonGrandeeny of ao3!!

I've seen in the show that Vash has a lotta of scars, and he claims their symbols of his unrelenting mercy, even against enemies who try and kill him (thanks knives ya jerk). I also heard he doesn't like girls to see them, since he believes it would gross them out or they would run away at the site.

Since Vash is a adorable dork, I would love a fluff story when the reader discovers the scars, like maybe he took a shower like in the show and had no shirt on afterwards; but instead of any kind of disgust, reader is instead worried for Vash. Afterwards with reassurance he's fine, reader is becomes flustered/shy because Vash is a lot more ripped/stronk looking then expected. oh and yknow his shirts off oops. (That red coat hides how much muscle he has like oh lawd-)

A/N: I'll never get tired of writing for Vash's scars! It makes me love him even more 🥰

Just For You

"Why don't you grab your little boyfriend, and tell him dinner is ready?"

"S-sure, Granny!" Your face tinted red as you led yourself out of the dining room where you had just set the table for dinner, and up to Vash's room.

With a quick knock, you entered to see Vash standing in only a pair of sweatpants, prosthetic arm in hand, his body paused in the motion to put it back in place. A towel was draped around his neck.

"Vash, dinner is...O-Oh… S-sorry." Was all you could muster out. You wanted to just say dinner was ready and leave him be, but something froze your feet in place. You took in the sight of his eyes closing, and jamming the prosthetic arm into place. He rolled his shoulder and wiggled his fingers to recalibrate.

"I didn't think you'd get to see me without a shirt this early." His voice broke the silence. You'd only been traveling for seven months, and dating for one. How you had never seen him without a shirt in that time was beyond you, but he had told you his body wasn't worth seeing.

"Told you It's not pretty." He said as if he'd been reading your mind.

You had always thought he would be lanky, much like an old T-shirt left on a clothesline, but you didn't realize how right you were in a much different way.

An astonishing amount of scars riddled his body. Some long, some thick, some small lines, others appeared to be large patchy chunks that skin had grown back over time.

Stunned by the sheer amount of them, you hardly felt your body move to him, your hands nearly touching them, but stopping short. It was as if you were to touch him, he would crumble away.

"You can touch them, ya know." He softly whispered, which still caused you to visibly jump. Giving him a quick glance of eye contact, you began tracing along the large scar that disappeared over his shoulder.

You felt the ragged skin that bordered his prosthetic arm, and traced along the long thin scar that resided there. The metal grate covering his missing pectoral was cold to the touch, and still damp from his shower.

"This is what I get for not killing my opponents. I show them mercy, let them live their lives, and I take the damage." He maintained his whisper as your hands continued to explore his torso.

You wondered if he remembered the story behind each one, not that you would ever ask him to retell such traumatic events. How many were there in total? How many more would he obtain before someone got a lucky shot and killed him?

You made your way to see all of the scars on his back as well. There were so many more. Another grate under his right arm, two metal pieces like bolts in his side, a triangular metal plate on his scapula.

"You don't deserve that." Your eyes were plastered with sadness, not looking up at him, "I'm glad you don't kill, but… this. This is so much." You laced your arms around to his front, pressing your face into his back in a hug, "Do they hurt?"

"Only when it gets a little too cold out, or when I have nightmares of the injury. It's nothing compared to the phantom pains in my arm though…" he paused with a disgruntled hum, realizing that maybe he was opening up too much too soon. A pause between the two of you felt like a whole hour, but was merely a moment.

"Please stop letting yourself get hurt." You squeezed his waist, a slight tremble beginning to form within you, "You're just as important as all of those people you save, ya know? Especially…" to me, is what you couldn't say to him yet, "You can't save the world if you're dead, Angel." You recovered.

"M'not gonna die." You could practically hear the rolling of his eyes.

"Yeah, you're too stubborn for that." You gave his waist another squeeze, only to finally feel the muscles underneath. You took a step back, and took a second to see his rippling muscles beneath the battlefield of scars. His back was well defined, noting every curve of his body.

You didn't know how you never noticed how well defined his body was. He always wore baggy clothes, much like the gray sweatpants that were sitting a little too low for your little heart to handle.

You wondered if it was: 1) to throw people off, 2) because he was tall and no fitting medium fits a tall man like him, or 3) to be comfy and not so sweaty in the blistering heat. Whatever it was, you were beginning to enjoy that this was a show that only you had tickets to see right now.

"It's not that I'm stubborn." He turned around to face you once again, and you couldn't help but notice the little muscles under his ribs, and the sheer sculpture of his upper arms, "it's just that I've got someone to look after now, ya know?"

You were too absorbed in viewing his chiseled abs, and starting to wonder where that little V of his hips led to, when he lifted your chin to create eye contact, "So I'll do my best not to get hurt anymore. Just for you, Mayfly." He had this smirk on his face that had 'I caught you looking' written all over his face.

"Good. I'll hold you to it." Your face heated up instantly at his expression, he laughed

[pinkanonwrites]

I'm So Blue

Vash/Reader, songfic, 1,500+ words, hurt/comfort

My sequel to It's You I Like somehow ended up with the exact same number of words. I don't know how the hell that happens but boy if it doesn't feel like serendipity. This is the same Isekai reader as that one btw.

Read It's You I Like here!

I'm a bluebird, that's been dreaming

Of a rainbow I can follow

To that old familiar place

I long to be

From his perch on the roof rack of Meryl's dune buggy, Vash blinked blearily awake. He wasn't unused to being awoken in the middle of the night, whether by ambush or nightmare or just his own inability to let himself relax, even for a moment. But tonight was different. Tonight it wasn't visions of fire or vengeful townsfolk jolting him to sudden awareness. It was a gentle pull that seemed to lift him back to the surface of consciousness, a guiding hand in the form of a soft, hesitant voice.

Your voice.

He hadn't heard you sing since that night by the campfire. Or at least, you hadn't sung for him. Sometimes he'd hear you mumbling idly to yourself as you helped Meryl put a tent together, or while waiting for your dinner at a cramped diner booth. But you always seemed to clam up whenever you noticed Vash looking, face furrowing in embarrassment like you'd just been caught doing something bad. He loved to hear you sing, but the last thing he wanted was to make you more uncomfortable than you already were, so he was quick to let it slide.

But peering over the edge of the vehicle Vash saw you, several paces away from your tent, sitting in the sand. You were by yourself, the girls and Wolfwood sleeping and blissfully unaware as you sat on the crest of the nearest dune. Your head was tilted up towards the moon, arms wrapped around your tucked knees.

And you were singing.

Friendly faces, a smile to greet me

Or just a simple "Hello! How are you?"

The melody was simple and soft, like a lullabye. He was almost content to stay there, chin resting in his hand, watching you watch the stars. Almost, if you hadn't sounded so, so sad.

Oh without them, I'm so blue

There's only one thing that will do

Even from this distance he could see how your lower lip wobbled, your eyes fluttered to blink back unshed tears.

To make this heartache end…

Your whole body shuddered as you sucked in another shaky breath, and it felt like someone had reached directly into Vash's ribcage and dug their fingernails into his fragile heart.

To be back home again

Oh.

Of course. How could he not have realized? You'd been wrenched from your home, from everything that was familiar with you, and dumped into a burning, desolate wasteland of sand and violence. Instead of a comfortable city life you'd chosen to live on the run with the most wanted outlaw on the planet, and despite your seemingly bottomless well of optimism it had to be weighing on you. You must have felt so lost. So alone.

He hadn't even noticed. 

How could he not have noticed? 

You were just like him. Two beings unlike anyone else in the world. 

He felt like he could be sick. Why were you even traveling with him, if he had been of so little help to you? Did you just not want to be alone? Why didn't you say anything to him?

Ha, as if he had room to talk when it came to hiding your feelings.

Metal creaked under him as he shifted his weight, sliding off the roof of the dune buggy and thunking into the sand below. Carefully, as quietly as he could, Vash began to ascend the dune you were seated atop. There was no way you didn't sense his presence. He'd seen your slight flinch as he approached, you had to have at least noticed he was there. But as he sat in the sand beside you, you just continued to sing, though your voice was softer now, much more hesitant.

I'll never lose my dreams

Even though right now it seems

His lack of questioning seemed to be enough of an encouragement to let you finish your song, or maybe you were just too exhausted to care anymore. Your expression didn't give enough away to let him tell the difference.

Like such a long way

From any rainbows

That could keep my dreams from fading

He wanted to tell you that it would be okay, that you would never be alone as long as he was there. But what right did he have, making more promises he didn't know if he could keep?

Oh no wonder I'm so blue

There's only one thing that will do

To make this heartache end

To be back home again

You blinked once, twice, a single tear finally rolling down your cheek.

To be…

Your voice cracked, pain twisting sharply up through Vash's heart like a knife to the ribcage.

Back home…

More tears were falling now, shimmering silver trails glistening with moonlight as you finally let go.

Again.

And finally, you fell silent. Vash wanted to say something, anything. But what do you even say? 

'It's going to be okay.'?

He couldn't promise that.

'Don't cry.'?

Why not? You'd earned it, after everything you'd been through.

You had begun to shift, like you were about to stand up and walk off and leave Vash alone on the dune with this indescribable weight. And how would you act tomorrow? Would you smile at him again, crack a joke, act like everything was fine? Would you wrap your burdens back up where no one could see them, keep them hidden, safe?

Would you do what he always did?

No. No, he wouldn't let you. You deserved better than that.

As you moved to stand up you found yourself encased in two gentle, shivering arms. A hand cupped the back of your head, cradling you into Vash's broad chest as he held you like he was afraid you'd come apart between his fingertips if he wasn't careful. 

"I'm here." He murmured. "I'm right here."

Your body shuddered in his grasp, shaky fingers gripping the front of his coat. What little power and control you had left seemed to leave you as an agonized sob wrenched its way through your chest, and you let yourself collapse into Vash's arms and wailed until your voice went hoarse.

"I'm here." You could hear the pain in his own voice through your wracking sobs, the sympathetic tears he was trying his damnedest to fight back. "I've got you."

"Don't leave me!" You gasped, snot and tears soaking the front of Vash's jacket as you wrapped your arms around him, fisting the back of his jacket hard enough to make your knuckles ache.

"I won't. I'll be right here."

"I don't-" You choked, chest rattling as you sucked in another breath. "I don't wanna be alone!"

"You don't have to be."

"Please, please…" His grasp and his gentle hands seemed to be helping you ground yourself, one slung around your lower back and one cradling the back of your head so carefully. "Please don't leave me behind. Please, I can't- I can't."

The last dredges of your energy slipping away, you slumped pathetically into Vash's arms, letting him cradle you like a child as you shivered. You could feel his knuckles tracing the curve of your cheek, the pad of his thumb smearing away the tear tracks.

"It won't be easy. You know that. It's only gonna get harder from here. If at any point you think it's too much, you have to let me know. I'll find you somewhere safe, you just need to tell me."

"I don't- I don't want-" Vash's soothing hand on your lower back helped you to steady your breathing.

"I know. I just need you to promise you'll tell me if it's too much. Promise me that, okay?"

"I will."

"Then you can stay with me as long as you want."

You sniffled again, a fresh wave of tears bubbling to the surface as you nuzzled further into his chest. He'd keep you safe, you knew he would. You just needed to stay by his side. "Just don't leave me behind. Promise."

"I promise."

"Do you mean it?"

"...I do." He'd made so many promises he couldn't keep, far too many to count over the last hundred and fifty years. But this one? This one he would keep, even if it killed him.

"I'm sorry I made you cry." You mumbled.

"You didn't make- oh." Vash stopped mid sentence as you trailed your fingers over his cheek, fingertips coming back shimmery and damp with his own shed tears. "Well, you didn't make me cry."

"I know. Still feel bad though."

You twisted your body to lean back against his chest, staring up at the sky with him as he held you tight. Hesitantly, your fingers trailed down his arm to interlace with his, finding the warm metal of his prosthetic and clutching it tight. 

"You could always… sing me another song? If you want to make it up to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I told you, I like your voice."

"I could… maybe think of another one."

"I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah. Me too."

Staring up at the sky, cradled in Vash's arms, there was a song that did come to mind. Hopefully Vash hadn't gotten sick of your hokey children's songs quite yet.

Well I'd like to visit the moon

On a rocket ship high in the air

Yes I'd like to visit the moon

But I don't think I'd like to live there…

[galactiquest]

Hi call me blueberry anon or just blue!

I was hopin to ask with Vash and Knives with an Angel!reader g/n.

Like you know when Vash and Knives show their true selves and reader dont give a shit because they literally have giant ass wings and multiple eyes yknow like one of those biblical accurate angel but more human.

If its too specific just ignore this JDJKDKDKDK (ps when i said show their true selves i immediately thought of those wolf alpha vids on tiktok)

Hello Blueberry Anon~ I'm sorry that this took longer than usual to get to, I promise I wasn't ignoring or forgetting this request! College woes... (´Д｀)

I think this is a super cute idea and I'm always a sucker for a chaotic angel or devil or any sort of creature really. (Probably why I enjoy writing about Vash and Knives being little beasts so much LOL)

Vash and Knives x Angel!Reader: Heaven

Content warnings: None, but the descriptions of multiple eyes/wings might be offputting to some. Otherwise just fluff!

Vash

I take Vash as someone who's really accepting of everyone else's differences--even to the point where he'll feel a sort of disdain towards his own differences because of it.

But when he learns about your otherworldly nature? He's immediately curious. He really can't help himself.

He wants to ask a lot of questions. How do you hide your wings? Are humans afraid of you? Do you have any sorts of powers? Does this mean you're immortal--wait, are you here on a mission?!

Whether you indulge him or not in answers is up to you. He won't pry (but he might whine a little if you tell him it's a secret).

Now that he knows you're different, he wants to embrace it as much as possible. He's always trying to compliment how soft your wings are, how radiant and sparkling your eyes are, etc.

I think this especially goes for the '98 iteration of Vash--the "did it hurt when you fell from Heaven" pickup line. Feel free to respond with "yeah, actually, a lot" to get him sputtering and scrambling to apologize.

Knives

When you explain it to him, he's very quiet at first, running all possible responses through his head. What he doesn't say (but is thinking) is that he's thankful you're not human (because admitting he loves a human is an utterly impossible feat!).

He also hopes, deep down, that since you're inhuman, you might better understand his intentions for a world without humans. (Of course, if you're the kind of angel who's sent to help humans, this goes against your direct orders... cue troubles!)

He has a deep respect for your otherworldly self, being not of the planet himself, so he takes a lot of time to study and understand you to the fullest.

He's especially intrigued if you have repeating features--multiple eyes, pairs of wings, floating motes of flame, spinning golden rings, that kind of stuff. He really enjoys symmetry and repetition. (Vash does, too, but he'll appreciate from afar.)

He encourages you to take your "natural" form more often, rather than sculpting yourself into a more humanoid form. If this more "natural" form is imperceptible/cosmically incomprehensible to him, he won't mind. (Okay, he might be a little sad if he can't see you in all your blazing glory, but he won't make it obvious.)

I think there's definitely a case here for a "fallen angel" type deal--you've fallen from the sins of humanity, and now you've joined up with Knives in order to restore what should have been. Or maybe you find more worth in each other...

End notes: I finished this up on mobile so the formatting might be off. I promise I'll fix it tomorrow!

[fruitsoxs]

bounty

pairing(s); outlaw!vash x (GN) reader summary; you've finally caught the human typhoon! now all you have to do is turn him in - cowboy au with bounty hunter reader and outlaw vash warnings; cleaning a wound, mentions of violence word count; 2k notes; finally getting my cowboy au stuff done!

You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it! After months of searching, preparing, and training you’ve finally managed to catch the slippery outlaw known as the Human Typhoon. “Not so tough now, are we?” You laugh a little bit as you tighten the rope around his wrists. You’ve had this man in your clutches so many times, and the scum has always managed to escape somehow. But now? You’ve got him tied up on the side of the road, with no sign of his little friend to help him.

“Looks like the law finally caught up to you, eh Human Typhoon?” you mumble, stepping back to admire your work. He’s got his head down as he sits on the dirt path, his arms tied behind his back. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits there with a sad little pout plastered across his face. You don’t care about his lack of reaction, you’ve finally caught the son of a bitch and you couldn’t be happier. 

You make sure he can’t move anywhere and brush the dust off your hands as you turn to your horse. “Good job girl.” You run your hand along the side of her neck, and give her a little praise for working so hard to catch up to the wanted man. “She’s a pretty horse.” The blonde bandit suddenly says, making you pause what you’re doing. 

You look over at him and smile proudly. “And she’s fast too. Best horse I ever owned.” you pull some sugar cubes out of your bag, offering them to your steed. “I mean, she managed to catch up to the infamous human typhoon.” you give her one final pat before turning to face the sorry sack sitting by your feet once again. 

He cringes at the nickname. “Actually It’s Vash.” he tries to correct you, but you ignore him. If he wanted to be called by his first name, then he shouldn’t have caused so much destruction. “Whatever you say, blondie.” You wave him off, stretching your arms up in the air. You then tilt your head from side to side to crack it. “We better be off. It’s late, I’m not so sure if we’ll make it into town before night time.” You say, mostly to yourself.

“Come on.” you grab the man’s arm and hike him up, pulling him towards your horse. It’s a little tricky trying to get him onto your horse, since the man is so much taller than you. But you end up throwing him over the back of the horse as best you can. You climb on after a second, and head off into the sunset.

As you ride, you every once in a while look behind you to make sure the man is still there. He seems to have resigned to his fate as he hangs there. He’s quiet too- you expected him to be a lot more talkative. Especially since he never seemed to shut up the other time you had tried to capture him. After a little while you find yourself growing a little worried. Is he planning something? Is that why he’s being so quiet? Or has he truly just accepted what’s to come?

“Hey, Typhoon, why so quiet?’ you ask him, eyes focused on the road in front of you. 

He doesn’t say anything for a second. The silence is almost deafening before he finally replies with “Why are you so adamant about bringing me in?” You let the question stew for a moment, before sighing. “I mean the reward-”

“But you’re not after that, are you?”

You shut up instantly, grinding your teeth with an annoyed huff. He’s read you a little too well. It’s true, you’re not after the reward. The money will be nice, but you’re doing all of this for personal reasons. Not that he has any right knowing that.

You weren't always a bounty hunter. In fact, you used to live on a pretty decently sized ranch with your family before it was all destroyed in a giant fire. A fire caused by none other than Vash the Stampede. It took over the town you lived in within an instant. You lost everyone that day. Now fueled by vengeance, you’re hoping to see justice brought to the man that did it. 

“It ain't none of your business.” you grumble, picking up the speed a little bit. The faster you get to the next town, the faster you can get rid of this criminal. “I mean it kind of is- It’s my head on the line…” he responds, his voice muffled and unsure. You sigh, hands gripping onto the reins so hard your knuckles are turning white.

“Well, too bad.” You aren’t telling him anything. 

The silence takes over again, and this time you don’t feel like breaking it. The sun eventually falls behind the mountains, shrouding the land in darkness. You are more than willing to continue your little adventure throughout the night, but you can feel your horse getting tired. You decide to scout out for a little place to camp out for the night.

You spot a tree in the distance, and decide it might be the best place to stay. You slow your horse to a stop near the tree, and hop off. “Hey- What are we doing?” the Typhoon asks, trying to get a good look at where you are. “We’re gonna stop here for the night.” you let him know as you grab him, pulling him off the horse. You yank him over to the tree, and take your lasso out, tying him against it so he can’t escape.

He doesn’t resist.

You find yourself wondering if this truly is the firecracker that everyone says he is. The rumors all state that he’s crazy, a criminal who doesn’t care about taking human life. But this guy is more like a sad puppy dog than a wanted outlaw. You pull on the rope to make sure it’s tight, earning a light gasp from the blonde. 

You pause and kneel down next to him. “What was that?’ you ask him suspiciously. You notice he’s avoiding your gaze. “It’s ah- Well it’s nothing to worry about.” He answers. You don’t believe him. You sigh and begin to look him over, eyes zoning in a dark spot forming on his shoulder. You reach your fingers out and press them against the spot. He flinches the moment you make contact. 

It’s blood.

“God damn it.” you whisper standing up. “What happened?” You ask, heading back over to your stuff. “I just had a little shoot out before you found me- the bullet just grazed me. Nothing too bad.” he explains. Your curse at yourself for not seeing it before. He was too quiet, too calm, and not once did he try to run away when he caught sight of you. Of course he was hurt before you caught him- that’s the only way you could have ever gotten the Human Typhoon in your clutches. 

You hurriedly put together a small fire to illuminate the area around you, before pulling out a few things from your bag. You sit down next to the outlaw, reaching out to unbutton his shirt. He tries to pull away from your touch, staring at you with wide eyes. “Hey! What are you doing?” he asks defensively. 

“Relax Typhoon- I can’t let you bleed out before I hand you in.” You grumble, holding him in place. “I could do it myself, you know!” he exclaims. You let out a chuckle and shake your head. “Nice try. I’m not gonna let you go that easily. Look, it won’t take too long. I promise I won’t hurt you on purpose or anything…”

“It’s not that...I just..”

“What?”

“Nothing. Go ahead.” 

You sigh in relief and start to strip off his shirt so you can get to work. Your fingers dance over the buttons, slowly opening up the front. Each time you unbutton a button, you see a little more of the scars that decorate his body. You have to hold yourself back from physically reacting to them. No wonder he was so hesitant to let you do this.  This man….

How is he not dead?

You rip your gaze away, and continue to shed his shirt off. You decide to only peel off the left side of his shirt, where the wound is. There’s no reason to make him more uncomfortable than he needs to be. The wound isn’t very big, but it is bleeding. You grab the alcohol from your side, and pour some on a handkerchief. 

“This is gonna hurt.” you mumble softly. You dab the cloth onto the wound to start cleaning it up. He winces a bit, but makes no noise. He must be used to this by now. You slowly work on cleaning the wound, then patching it up. Neither of you talk. The only sound comes from the world around you. 

When you’re done, you hastily pull his shirt back on to cover the scars. “Thank you.” he whispers softly, and you just nod. Trying not to think too hard about the situation, you put all the stuff back in your bag. Minus the handkerchief, which you leave laying by his side. You sit down after you’re done, and put your hands over the flames to warm your freezing fingers.

The awkward silence takes over again. You find yourself looking over at him, eye him up and down. He doesn’t look much like the criminal type, with his blonde hair and innocent face. 

Plus he’s got soft eyes. They’re a beautiful blue color, and seem to scream kindness. You’re almost drawn to them. When he meets your gaze, you turn away. Your cheeks burn a little pink after being caught staring. 

“You’re a lot different than most bounty hunters.” he tells you over the glow of the fire. You’re not sure what to make of the comment. Is it a compliment? Or an insult? You suppose most bounty hunters are kind of jerks. They shoot first, and are only after the money. They tend not to care about anything else. 

“I try not to be like them.” you answer honestly. You don’t care about the money. You don’t care about the glory of bringing in the wanted. You’re only after justice.

“I like that about you.”

You turn away from Vash, blushing for some unknown reason. Why do you feel so flustered around this criminal? Sure he’s different than you would have thought, but he still is the man who destroyed entire towns. He destroyed YOUR town. Your hands clench into fists at your sides. 

“Tomorrow.” You mumble quietly, making Vah’s head tilt in confusion. “We’ll head out early tomorrow morning.” You say louder this time, unclenching your fists. You begin to unpack your bed roll, laying it out near the fire. Vash seems to understand the situation, choosing to stay quiet as he watches you. 

Once you have everything set up, you lay down- but keep your gun close by. Nights are often dangerous in this area. You might have found a nice hidden spot away from the path, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.  You lay on your back and stare up at the night sky. 

“Goodnight.” Vash whispers from across the fire. You don’t answer. You just let yourself slowly fall asleep.

---

The sound of birds chirping rips you from your pleasant sleep. You  slowly open your eyes, groaning slightly. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Once the realization hits you, you sit up hastily and look around the mini camp you had set up the night before. Everything seems to be in place….except…

The tree is empty. 

“Shit-” You curse and hop to your feet, running straight to the tree where Vash should be. You bend down to pick up the loose rope on the ground, observing it. The rope seemed to have been cut- but that would mean he could have escaped that entire time. Why would he stay with you for so long? The moment you cleaned his wound he should have cut free, attacked you, and fled. 

Who cares about his reasoning. You let your guard down, and once again let him escape. You stand up straight, clutching the rope in your hands. You make a vow there and then. The next time you catch the Human Typhoon you won’t let him get away.

[six-phantom]

Why would you ever kiss me?

~Vash the Stampede x reader~

"I wish I was Heather"

Oh, how much you love him. He didn’t know how you heart beat just at the mere sight of him. How much you love when that blue eyes look at you in the most soft and caring way. How his smile bright your entire day. How his body feels so warm when yours was so cold. You love the sound of his laugh. How much you love his kind heart. Oh, how much you desire to be the one he call “love”.

You was head over heels for Vash, you didn’t notice when this happen, but you were not complaining. Loving him was so easy. So warm. Like being exposed to the light of the sun when you were completely frozen in one place. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to call him “yours” and that he call you “his”. But you simply can’t. Vash already have so many issues in his life. You didn’t want to disturb him with your feelings. To make thigs awkward between both of you if he didn’t feel the same. To lose him because you can’t control that stupid heart of yours. So, you decide for him and for you…Being by his side was enough for you to be happy.

So then, why?

Why?

Why were you so sad? Why were you so jealous? Why you just can’t look to another place when you see the way Vash looks at Meryl, like she was the person who paint the stars in the sky? Why can’t be you?

Before, was only Vash and you, running away together. He found you, and for whatever reason you decide to stick with him. The best decision you made in your entire life… Until they found you. That drunk old man, that priest, and that…Incredible girl who stole Vash from you. You really can’t hate her. She was so caring and kind, she was kind enough even with the priest!... She was also so beautiful, that dark short hair of hers, that little figure of hers making her looks so adorable, that dark blue eyes. She even looks better in that red jacket. You remember the time he would give it to you. In one of that many nights you both spend together, when you were denying being cold, but he patiently insists that you used it.

When you catch how Vash was feeling about her, how his eyes were always looking for her, how when the five of you make it alive from a battle, she was the first person he was looking for, its hurts you…It burns your soul, it breaks your heart into pieces, it makes you sick just the mere sight of them together. How cruel he was, asking you for a way to express his feeling to her, to another woman. A woman that it wasn’t you. And what did you do? You help him. Why? Well, you said it was enough to be by his side, right? You wanted to see him happy. You wanted that his smile would always be honest. You desire the best in the world for Vash.

And when they got together? You cry. You cry tears you didn’t think you have. You were so selfish. This is what you wanted, don’t you? Just look at him. Look how his eyes are shinning, how his smile is bigger than before. You knew Meryl would take good care of him. She was what he needs.

So, you decide to let him go.

When the priest said that he was going to another direction, you insist in follow him. He didn’t want you to come along at first, but the way you desperately whisper to him “Please…”, make him understand your desire to be away from this place. So, he takes you with him. And Vash didn’t want that. Why would you want to go with him? You were not happy with them? He didn’t want to let you go. You were his first truly friend, you spend at least two years together fighting side by side. He thought you would be always with him. He wanted to ask you to stay with them…With him. But the words where cut in his throat, as he watch you leave with Wolfwood.

[hikennosabo]

#tristampparty day 7, episode 7: wolfwood

this is another episode i've watched multiple times, but mostly just the first half for Livio Reasons. once again... LET'S GOOOOO

i've seen ppl say this is razlo at the start of the episode... i wonder... he is more razlo-like in his movements, and he starts yelling a lot... but his expressions are still livio-like, i think... i mean he is more expressive BUT he's not grinning like razlo usually does? sigh... see the problem is that we ALSO have a level of EoM brainwashing (and whatever the fuck else is going on) on top of everything which throws a wrench in trying to figure things out. I Just Wanna See My Boy.

i love vash holding his gun backwards and using it as a bludgeon and i love going frame by frame to get cool screencaps like this 💖

wolfwood vial count: 4

at the very least, by the time of this next scene, it's definitely livio and not razlo because he's mumbling about "catching up" again which is a livio thing

when i saw the corresponding manga panel for this my brain neurons activated so hard LOL i wonder even more how orange will adapt razlo... since originally livio was trying to catch up with razlo. which i love and think is super interesting. so what is orange planning? ...is livio even aware razlo exists at this point...?

oh also livio looks a bit older here. which once again has me wondering about the timeline. the way the experiments were presented with rollo and nicholas, it looked like they were just on that table forever. as in there were no breaks in between. so... when is this? how long is it between livio volunteering himself for EoM and the experiments on him taking place?

i think it's cute that nico bumps into him :(

let's take ibuprofen together

i wonder who these people are... i thought they might be the EoM soldiers that razlo killed, but those aren't EoM uniforms... it looks like the prison uniform wolfwood was wearing... wolfwood tried to run away, so it makes sense that he wouldn't be the only one, although the phrasing "stand in our way" more implies they tried to stop the operation altogether. but... hmm... they just had regular goons as guards at the time of wolfwood's escape attempt. livio is special... would they really give him a job like guard duty?

CHAPEL JUMPSCARE

razlo sweetiepie there you are!!! mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

HE'S SUCH A FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN HE'S SO FUNNY

since zazie is the one talking, our attention is drawn to them, so i'm glad i paused on this because the fact that legato is also looking up at wolfwood and smirking is so funny to me. EYES ON THE ROAD BESTIE!!!!

this line is always so funny to me. shonen protagonist ass

i love the scene of vash at the spaceship controls, the animation when he's working the keyboard is so smooth. hmmm, it also reminds me of wolfwood's introduction episode in 98... serves the same narrative purpose of Vash Knowing Things He Shouldn't about spaceships

i love that wolfwood thinks shooting the base of the cannon will do anything. like that's the first thing he tries. shoot first ask questions later i guess

going frame by frame on scenes of legato because i'm unwell... his eyebrows are surprisingly thick! and his eye color is grey... it was gold in 98... oh, i just noticed his eyelashes are light blue!! cute!!

i just think this is a handsome angle for him. his facial features are so pretty and delicate

this is why he buckled his seatbelt :)

... i need to stop posting legato pictures

no because what the hell is this

wolfwood vial count: 5

episode 5 had me asking about the wind... legato asks zazie if they were the one who caused the sandstorm (which they deny)... could it be... is it possible...?

my dumb ass watching this for the first time: damn it's so sad that livio is dead and now they're even gonna use his corpse for nefarious purposes :(

vash's plant markings are so pretty fr <3 orange was big brained for this too

everyone always points out the episode title card being a gut punch but THIS was an unexpected one:

this is how wolfwood is credited this episode and because i'm insane i immediately had to go back and check - this is also how he's credited in episodes 5 and 6: as "nicholas d. wolfwood/nicholas the punisher". in episode 4, he's only listed as "nicholas d. wolfwood". haha ouch!

this post ended up being a little less substantial than expected LOL but we'll soon be getting into the episodes that really give me psychic damage so :^) looking forward to it!!

[nanomooselet]

Episode Seven: Wolfwood

It's a lovely evening in No Man's Land, and you are a horrible cultist.

The more I think about the idea that Legato wasn't ordered to do this, the more sense it makes to me. Let's do a count of assets this craziness puts into peril. We have the Punisher, highly chemically compatible and on an assignment already, who really doesn't need to be under more stress. We have the Doublefang, who's even better than the Punisher since he heals without the drugs, and through him Wolfwood learns that the Eye of Michael can't be trusted to keep its word.

We have the Plant aboard the steamer, as Zazie points out, and I'm not sure Legato is as concerned about it as he claims to be. We have the steamer itself, a relic of the spacefaring age with plenty of still-functional technology on board even if the humans can't do much with it. (And isn't that interesting? They seem to have just stuck a steam engine in there and closed off the rest. Cool worldbuilding details.) It travels to and from July - I suspect it carries at least some cargo and personnel for the cult. Speaking of, we have Hopeland Orphanage and its stock of potential subjects, which we know for a fact the Eye has its stamp on.

Finally we have Vash, who's one of the cult's figures of worship. He's the only living thing that Legato's "beautiful angel" truly cares about. Even if Legato's plan is a success, is achieving Wolfwood's perfect loyalty worth losing any one of the rest, let alone Vash? I really have to wonder how Legato planned to explain any of this.

Of course, he does explain, doesn't he? You must give up on your little brother and face reality. I must take everything you love from you so that you can fulfil your noble purpose as a weapon. What we're seeing is Legato's first demonstration of his character to come, building sadistic traps to force painful choices upon his target, but also a glimpse of what awaits Vash at the end of his journey. Where could Legato have learned his definition of love? And let's not forget that he refers to his feelings as love in the first place.

He's such a drama queen. Can't wait to see him ruining everything next season.

So much in this two-parter is amazing, but I think a somewhat underrated moment is Vash preventing Wolfwood from killing Livio with that insane trick shot. My boy frees Wolfwood from a horrific mental trap because no one should have to choose between the things that they love, the things that keep them alive. Best of boys. Precious darling. He wants so, so badly for there to be a way out for him.

I'm hesitant to discuss Livio that much, because we, uh, really don't learn that much about him? We see the sad little boy in Nick's memories - which I have reason to suspect are not entirely the objective truth - and we have the stumbling puppet who boards the steamer. He isn't in a position to make his thoughts known, except once, and, well… it’s a decisive demonstration. But one that precludes any further participation. I have read the manga, yes, and I know what he's like there, but my feeling is that's more what he'll become than what he is now. There seems to be one fairly significant change, however: Razlo, and Livio's attitude toward him.

Razlo's there. I'm sure he's there. But is he always there in the same way? Is Livio so out of it because he's under the mask's control, or is it Razlo the mask keeps supressed? And when it becomes damaged, why does what Livio see in the mirror so horrify him? Does Livio even know who else is in his mind?

(We get our first glimpse of Chapel, too.)

(Somehow I feel like I'm not going to be a fan of this guy.)

They didn't save Livio, but he got to make a choice. Even if it was a choice they wish he hadn't made.

Speaking of choices!

Meryl and Roberto continue to be the show's main source of comedy - the dub work for the Bad Lads Gang is so funny. Poor Meryl's teary little face when they bring up the Worms. Them being all excited about getting on the cover of an outlaw magazine, whatever that is. Roberto just being all welp, this might as well happen when he learns the faltering steamer has a space age cannon stuck to the top and that still works.

Not enough booze in the world.

And then Meryl makes a choice. Roberto's right, on some level - they're not soldiers. They're not fighters. By any sane standard this is not their fucking job. But there is no one else who can do it. Regardless of ability, there's simply no one else who's been given the choice between standing there, taking the risk, or fleeing with the knowledge you could have done something and didn't. So Meryl makes her stand... and I realised that Roberto does too, because he faces the same choice. They all do! There's something they all want to protect more than anything else. Such different people with such vastly different skills and life experiences all have something in common, and they work together to realise their purpose. It's the second time in the series this has happened and disaster's been averted with their efforts. I just!

Of course then things get even crazier and we move into what might be among my favourite action sequences in the entire series? It's admittedly hard to narrow it down. This has been extensively dissected elsewhere, but it really might have the most beautiful cinematography (especially in the Plant room - ethereal, and then the hard cut comparison to the steel and scorching flesh of Wolfwood's efforts and I'm reduced to helpless arm-waving). But I think there's one detail I want to emphasise?

Cool watery blue and burning fiery orange-red, yes. Gorgeous contrast. But both also have just a dash of the opposing colours. The two aren't so far apart, each holding part of the other - fundamentally connected, in spite of all the ways they're different.

[triplesilverstar]

Well you'd get an answer eventually

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Mirror Sex, Dirty Talk, Top Vash, Stripping, Strip Tease, Making Out, Tender Sex, Light Angst, Teasing

Word count: Roughly 8.4K words

A/N: You'd wondered about it a few times, why there always seemed to be more people on the move this time of year but it wasn't like you could ask. That would have had everyone looking at you funny since it wasn't a religious holiday or gathering. Maybe your favorite plant man of a boyfriend could clear a few things up for you as to why the solstice seemed important to people and what it was all about.

Alright, I will have to reorder the series once more, but for now, enjoy this lovely holiday smut that was once more inspired by art. I love when people draw Vash looking so certain of his sex appeal with a hint of being cocky. 

Wincing as the bus hit a rut on the road and you bounced on the seat, your sore butt didn’t feel the landing but the almost healed injury in your abdomen felt it. “You alright?” Puffing out your cheeks and letting out a long exhale Vash tried to pat your thigh reassuringly, almost wedged against you. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it stuck between the blond and the inside panel of the bus, the two of you headed for the city of Augusta. 

You and what felt like half of Noman’s land. 

You wouldn’t have minded the bus ride if it had the usual number of passengers but right now it was packed full, so between Vash in the seat next to you and both of your bags in front of you any bump had you in pain. “Tell me we’re almost there?”

“Almost.” Tilting his head in that adorable goofy way you love you close your eyes, trying to breathe through your mouth. Letting out a happy little hmph as Vash discreetly slips his hand into yours, no doubt still upset with himself for letting you take a bullet for him. One of these days your sad handsome plant man was going to have to realize you didn’t want him with more scars than what he already had.

He was right. Then again you were used to him being right when it came to the two of you and traveling together, it was a short fifteen-minute ride until the bus was pulling to the small station inside the city limits. Do your best to hide your discomfort from any of the other passengers as you and Vash disembark from the public transportation and make your way to the first hotel you see. 

The first hotel was a bust, and at the second you have the owner checking a room to see if it’s actually empty or not. In your head checking things off inside your head and you realize it’s near the winter solstice for Noman’s land. Fuck. That might explain why the bus was so full and the hotels seemed to be booked up. The past few years you’ve seen the gathering of people around this time on the planet, but you had no idea what it was for, it wasn’t like you could just up and ask without outing yourself as not having been born on the planet. 

“The room is empty, however, it does only have one bed.” You can see the innkeeper looking back and forth between the two of you almost as if trying to figure out if he needs to find another bed somehow. Or another room. 

“It's no problem!” Vash is quick to wave his hands in a disarming motion while grinning, seeing the relief flood across the innkeeper's face as Vash picks up the pen to start to fill in the register. Glad to have a room you start digging into your wallet for enough to cover the room for the next week, it should be long enough for you and Vash to figure out if the person he’s looking for is still around or not. 

As you approach the room behind the innkeeper, after he hands Vash the key he gives you both a short little wave and a wish. “Enjoy the solstice!” Biting your lip Vash returns the greeting before you both slip inside the room. 

It’s not too small and at least it is a double bed, not that you and Vash haven’t shared smaller ones in the past. At least the table has two chairs and a dresser but not much else, if the two of you need to work out you’re going to have to move the furniture around to do it. Yet as your eyes roam around the room you find it rattling around in your head and ask. “Vash. What’s the big deal with the solstice?” 

Dropping his bag on the floor with a thump he turns to you. “You don’t know?” Tilting your head and sending him a look of annoyance and disbelief, giving the snaps of your bag a flick so it drops with a louder thud and a little cloud of dust billowing up. “Right. You’re not from here and I can see why you couldn’t ask.” Rubbing the back of his head as he doesn’t need to voice the reason why you couldn’t before him. Pulling out a chair and sitting at it you see him rubbing his hands before joining him, his nervousness palatable. “It started out as a celebration for surviving the big fall.” his voice was wistful as those first few words tumbled from his mouth and you reached across the table for his hand. 

A short smile sent your way before he smiled as best he could with the sorrow in his eyes at the remembrance of the past. Of what he sees as his burden to carry. “It was to mark that we had survived a full year on the planet. If we could make one year then we could survive. At least that had been the thought. So as settlements grew and people started traveling so did the celebration, and it started changing. From that, some of the settlers and crews had survived to a celebration of having people to hold on to, a celebration of life.” Giving his hand another squeeze as you see him swallow again, shoving his sorrow back down. “Humanity really is amazing, the solstice is starting to fade a little but the main idea was about being glad to have hands to hold here on a world that humanity was never meant to survive on. To remind the people you care for that you do care for them and to have small little exchanges to show how you appreciate them.” Giving his head a shake and plastering one of those fake smiles he is so used to showing people on his face. 

“I think that’s kind of nice, Vash.” Your free hand reaches across the table to cup his jaw your thumb hooking the edge of his mouth. “No reason to give me a fake smile if it hurts though.” Feeling your brow furrow as you watched him for a few moments as the silence rang out between the two of you. “How come you didn’t say anything about it last year? When we were in the middle of nowhere?” 

“I thought you might have been someone that didn’t celebrate it. It is easy to forget you’re not from around here, Mayfly. Well,” He swallows again and you see a slight flush on his neck. “I also didn’t know if you had anyone you wanted to admit you cared about. You are a little peculiar that way.” His sly remark has you chuckling and looking down at the table with a sappy grin overtaking your face and a warmth spreading across your chest. 

“Oh I did, but I refused to even admit it to myself. I’m glad we sorted it out before too long though and you stuck around with my stubborn ass.” Laughter rings out through the room before the force of it has your abdomen throbbing. 

“Still sore?” Vash’s face shifted to one of concern pulling his hand from yours to drop to his knees beside you and lifting your shirt to show the greenish-yellow hue that paints your skin. 

“Yea. I should probably lay down for a bit to let it finish healing.” Giving his hand a playful swat as you reach for your bag to grab a change of clothes to nap in. “Wanna join me?” A rather seductive wiggle of your eyebrows has him laughing, moving closer to press a quick kiss to your temple. 

“Tempting, but I’m gonna look around the city first. You rest and I’ll be back later my pretty lady.” Giving his butt a playful swat and grinning as he left you changed and slipped into the bed, sighing as the placement of your body has less strain on your injury and it isn’t long before you’re snoring away. 

Vaguely aware of something at the edge of your senses you grumble before turning more into the mass of pillow under your face. Except whatever is making you wake up is rather insentient, feeling your body as it starts to shake and you let out another grumble. “Mayfly.” A warm wash of air along your ear and the tickle of soft fibers has you waking slightly faster, cracking an eye open to see Vash leaning over you with a smirk that makes you think of sin. 

“What?” Your voice is laced with sleep as you mumble the words, letting out a little noise of frustration as his lips glide along your neck. 

“Wake up, I have a surprise for you.” Finally giving in you roll over, dragging a hand down your face before looking at your partner and feeling an eyebrow raise. Now that you have a chance to take a good look at him you find a lecherous grin taking over your face. 

Vash has his jacket removed, and in place of his usual turtle neck that you still don’t understand how he can survive the desert heat with it, he’s in a sleeveless form-fitting shirt that leaves nothing about his physique to the imagination. 

“Any particular reason for this- Oh my.” Slipping his gloved hand under the hem of his shirt you watch as the tight fabric slides upwards, with a slow reveal of his toned and scared stomach. With all that fine skin on display, you can't help but look just below his naval and the blond patch of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants. 

“See something you like?” A hint of playfulness in his tone, and you snort as the cocky bastard as his gloved hand resting on his jaw as if framing it so the shirt is stretched upwards and you have a full view of his chest. It’s a tantalizing sight and you feel warm for a very different reason as your gaze roams his revealed body, it doesn’t matter that you know every scar, wire, and patch of metal keeping your lover whole. It’s a sight you will never tire of seeing. 

“Oh, I sure do.” Finally sitting up your eyes are level with his ribs, hooking your fingering into the band of his pants and giving them a tug. “I’m a little curious as to where my adorable blush-covered plant man is. He’s nowhere near this forward with putting on a show for me.” 

“He’s still here, but his very forward lover has made him realize he needs to up his game.” Still keeping his shirt lifted his prosthetic lands atop your head, the metal tips scraping along the skin under your hair just enough to make you shudder. “Tonight I wanna watch you come undone just for me as I worship every inch of your skin.” 

“Really now?” You tease, lowering your face so you can lick along one of his scars painting his stomach. “Seems more like you want me to worship you with this little show.” You don’t miss the shifting of his muscles as your tongue moves along the ridge of hardened skin. 

“I just know what I need to do to rile you up.” Smirking down at you as you catch his eyes while you move to trace one of the thin lines of wire near his belt, lapping at the edge as if it’s something far more interesting. Giving your eyebrows a small wiggle as you slide your fingers along the inside portion of his waistband under you feel the metal of the button that fastens them. “To get you all hot and bothered so you’ll let me have my way with you.”

“Clearly.” You grin, moving your face closer to his naval with a trail of kisses until the tip of your nose is rubbing against the coarser hairs. “I think, you should be a little more demanding instead.” Placing your lips outside of the straining fabric covering his crotch and you can feel the heat radiating from his cock against your chin. “Telling me how I should be sucking that dick of yours that I can’t get enough of.” Mouthing at the fabric even as your back objects to the awkward angle. 

“I know you can’t get enough of it, that you like it best shoved deep in your mouth with my balls hitting your chin.” Sliding his hand down from the crown of your head to your neck, his thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat. “You seem happiest with drool pouring from the corners of your lips while this.” Gliding his thumb tenderly along the soft skin along the front of your neck as he speaks. “Seems to bulge from my cock pulsing in that lovely wet cavern of yours while your nose is pressed against the bottom of this tantalizing trail.” 

You can’t hide the shuffle of your thighs trying to add a bit of friction to your throbbing clit as you clench at his dirty talk. “Damn Baby. When did you get so good at being dirty?” Taking a deep inhale against his happy trail as you slowly blink up at him, hoping to get a rise out of your flirty lover in the form of a blush or some stuttering words.

“I learned from the best my Mayfly.” Letting out a soft hiss as he places the lightest pressure against the column of your throat. “Now, you’re not getting your way tonight. I needed to make sure you woke up and I had that slit between your legs dripping.” Damn, he really is putting his best foot forward tonight in taking charge. “Now sit up my Mayfly so I can get started.” 

You let out a little ‘hmph’ at being denied but do remove your hands from his body, but not before pressing a sloppy kiss to the space just above his belt buckle. Sitting up on the bed and taking notice of movement out of the corner of your eye, turning to see a full-body mirror near the door. “Vash honey?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over that for now. Just keep your eyes on me.” Making a show of slipping two of his gloved fingers in his mouth and letting out a moan as he lightly sucked on them before trailing his fingers down his stomach. A thin line of drool connects his tongue to those lovely long digits that breaks just as his hand disappears under the fabric of his shirt. A sway of his hips as he takes a step back from you, followed by another and giving you a sultry wink. 

Tapping his radio on the table that has the radio announcer making a statement about something you don’t catch as Vash’s eyes go wide and he hits another button. The sound of what you can only describe as strip music starts playing from the speaker and you find yourself grinning at your lover and the slight crack in his little display. “Wrong button.” He whispers before blowing you a kiss. “Now where were we?”

“I think you were about to try and give me a strip tease my pretty plant man.” Snapping his fingers at your statement as if he didn’t actually remember what he was up to starting to shift his hips to the music. You know Vash knows how to dance and how to cause a scene, and damn because right now he is putting both together to the sound of the music and you could swear he was lust incarnate with the way he moved. Every slide of his hands along his toned body has your eyes following the movement, and before long your thighs are rubbing together and your lip is starting to hurt. 

“Don’t bruise those Mayfly, I want to be the only one to mark you up tonight.” Blinking rapidly as his words sink in and you stop biting your lip as if you were about to draw blood. His flesh hand ghosted down the center of his chest and over his well-defined abs to the apex of his cloth-covered thighs. Hooking the hem of his shirt and in one fluid movement pulling it up and away from his body and looking at you with flashing blue eyes, the briefest illumination from his plant markings has you letting out a pant as your mouth dries like it’s been in the desert for months. Unlike your mouth, your pussy gives another pulse and a wave of wetness drips from your center. 

With his shirt off he makes a few more twists so the muscles along his arms and back ripple, a low whine echoing around the room. “Oh my, I didn’t know you could make noises like that.” In a flash, he’s leaning into your body his hands on your thighs parting your legs and his chest forcing your own back onto the bed. “I think I enjoyed hearing just how desperate you are, and all because of a little show.” Mouthing at the skin along your neck while his hips jolt against your clothed core and you hear the same noise again, at least this time you’re aware it’s coming from you. 

As his warm lips ascend to catch your own a harder grind has you panting, but Vash doesn’t take advantage of your distraction in the way you suspect with his fingers skiming along your parted thighs to your belly. Hooking the hem of your sleep shirt and yanking it upwards and away as he moves back closer to the table to lower the music while you shudder from the sudden chill, feeling some of your skin pebble. “You have no idea how much I want to rip that bra off you and play with that chest, they fit in my hands so perfectly.”

Finding your voice you try for coy as you adjust the way your body is leaning back against the sheet, spreading your legs and placing a hand just above your clothed sex. “What’s stopping you handsome?” 

A brief chuckle as he grins, sliding his hands down his chest and twisting his hips in time to the music as he grasps his belt buckle and with a flourish unsnaps it and pulls it from his pants. “I know if I get started with them right now I won’t want to stop, and once I get started I don’t want any clothes in the way.” A husk to his voice that you weren’t expecting as his gloved hand slid back up his abs, sweeping to his remaining nipple and circling it with his thumb before moving higher to slip his fingers in his mouth once more. 

Two can play at this teasing game. Keeping your eyes on him as you arch your back to slip one of your hands under you and undo the fastener before flexing the muscles of your tummy to pull you into a sitting position as if at the end of the string in a single graceful motion. You don’t miss the way his hips still as the fabric falls away and you cup both breasts and push them together. “I think they’re a nice sight like this, but you know what would be nicer?” You question with a flirtatious wink sent at him. “Your dick framed between both of them.”

A groan from Vash and you think you see the fabric around his crotch flutter before he’s sucking his fingers with gusto and removing them from his mouth with gusto. “That is a lovely thought but I’d rather my cock framed by your pussy lips than your tits right now.” Closing the distance one more and taking one of your hands from your chest and placing it around the zipper of his pants. “Think you can give me a hand with my pants? They seem to be getting a little tight. ” Licking the shell of your ear as he says the last word and you feel a tingle along your spine as your walls clench around nothing. 

“I think so.” Catching the metal between your thumb and forefinger and slowly tugging it down, the sound of the teeth separating seemingly loud in the small room as you keep looking at each other with heaving chests. If this is the best foreplay you’ve had you don’t know what is, your panties are drenched to the point you can feel it seeping out onto the fabric of your pants. As it comes to the end you hear a happy little groan from him as he kisses the space just behind the shell of your ear. 

“Good girl.” Letting out a squeal as his hands are on your hips and in one fluid motion your pants and underwear are both gone, leaving you bare for his roaming gaze as he tosses both somewhere over his shoulder. “That was for taking my chance to pull your bra off with my teeth away.” A short upward tick of his eyebrows before he makes a show of shimming his hips as his pants slide down his legs, revealing the just as heavily scared tissue of his lower half. The only thing still hidden from sight is his weeping cock, because with the damp strained fabric, you have no doubt his slit is dripping as much fluid as you are.   

With a casual flick of his fingers, the music dies and he strides toward you dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and planting his lips on your naval with a flutter as he starts to blaze a trail of kisses along your tummy to while his hands glide along the sides of your ribs with his palms facing the words so his knuckles are grazing against your flesh. A strange mixture of cool and hot sensations from the different hands paired with his mouth has you panting in desperation. 

“Vash, please Baby.” Your hands are in his hair, grasping his scalp as you try to pull his lips from your skin. “I need you to touch me!” That low whine is back in your throat once more and you don’t care, your sex is throbbing and his teasing isn’t helping you get to a release at all as your body feels like it’s on fire. 

“I am touching you Mayfly.” He won’t be swayed in his actions, palms turning to press carefully against your body and using his hips to lift you more into the center of the bed as his mouth trails upwards. “I did tell you I planned to worship every inch of your skin tonight.” Jerking your core upwards trying to rub against his clothed erection you cry out in frustration as he laughs against your skin, using his hips to pin you in such a way that your actions are doing nothing to help you chase that sweet release you want.  His mouth keeps moving and you’re starting to believe he has every intention of kissing all over your body, just when you think you might find some relief as he reaches the first of your breasts you cry out once more as he ignores the plump flesh and your hardened nipples. 

Sweeping his tongue along your clavicle as he keeps moving, kissing along the inside of your arm and you notice he’s tracing the lines of your scars as he moves down the limb to your fingers. “Every time I’ve seen these, I wanted to do this. To trace those silvery lines with the tip of my tongue while you writhe and thrash beneath me, to shower you in devotion.” Kissing your knuckles before moving to each joint in your finger before starting to move back up your hand. “Now I finally get to, and it’s even better than I imagined because each little noise you make is sending a line of fire down my back while my heart pounds in my chest. It's beating so fast it almost hurts and my stomach feels like it’s tied in knots. That’s what you do to me, you make me want to have something just for me for the first time in my long life.” 

As frustrated as you are with the pulsing of your core his tender words do make you still for a moment, the reminder that Vash is almost putting the needs and wants of others before his own. Your beautiful, tragic, selfless plant man. “You do Vash. You do make me feel like that Sunshine.” 

A flick of his eyes and a gentle smile sent your way as he repeats the actions to your other arms. “I’m glad. And later, I hope you remember when I have you panting with my cock filling you to the brim while I fuck that hole of yours.” His one-eighty to dirty talk has you reeling but your cunt feels like it is on fire with the throbbing and clenching it’s doing, you need something, anything , inside of it right now. Hopeful as his head descends your body but his hands keep you in place, it’s too much to ask as he just places a quick kiss above your sex before moving down your legs. 

At last, he finishes the path of mapping your body with his mouth, of tracing all your scars as he climbs your body once more until your head is framed between both of his arms as he looks down at you in wonder and lust. The whole time he kissed, licked, and sucked at your skin your hands were free to roam even if he ignored all your insistent tugging to try and get him more where your body wanted him, and now you had them draped across his shoulder with your thumbs pressing into the back of his neck with a slow dragging motion. 

“Sunshine, please.” Panting as your body thrums, you’ve been hovering on the edge for so long and you’re ready to snap searching for any kind of release at this point. You have little doubt that you look like a mess, still trying to writhe under Vash for any kind of friction while your body burns like you’re in an inferno. 

A deep chuckle that you hear and feel as his chest quakes against yours, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “Please what Mayfly?” His teasing is driving you insane as he closes the distance to rub his nose along the ridge of your cheekbone, keeping his lips away from yours. 

“I need to come!” Doing your best to rut up against him while your mouth chases after his and your nails dig into his scalp. “Please, fuck me.” A choked sob as tears of frustration line your eyelids. Another chuckle from Vash, as his arms shift so one of his hands can tangle in your hair, a quick tilt of your head and he finally smashes his mouth to yours. Teeth clacking together as he groans into the kiss, his lips insistent as he rolls his hips just right so you feel his covered length brush against your desperate core. 

Back arching as you try to grind against him and part your lips, your movements frenzied as you slide your tongue against his as the coil inside of your tightens. Only to wail as he pulls up and away, his hands on the sides of your face and his chest heaving a hair breath away from you. “Not yet. But I’ll let have some release.” A wildness in his eyes as his hands move leaning back and grabbing your hips to better adjust you, and you cry out, his cock is framed between your pussy lips your slick adding to the damp fabric that serves as a barrier. 

“Tell me, can you come from just this or do you need a little help?” He doesn’t wait for your answer, rolling his back and locking his lips over one of your nipples and sucking. Your back arches at an angle that’s almost painful from the surprise, your hands moving with no real reason as they grip his blond locks and you whine like a bitch in heat. A hum from Vash as he sucks, his flesh hand on the breast he isn’t sucking at like a man starved, his palm rolling the hardened bud with a light touch. 

You're grinding up against his length as best as you can, chasing that high and feeling your core throb in time to the shifting of your hips. Every so often hitting your clit on the head of his cock and making yourself let out a symphony of whines. Vash of course is grinning, his mouth never leaving your breast as he lavishes it with his tongue, circling the hard peak with the pointed tip and watching your face contort in pleasure. He can feel your juices soaking his underwear and his own sex is throbbing with need, wanting to be encased in those slick walls of yours and emptying in his balls deep inside of you. Seeing your eyelids flutter he switches tactics, pinching one nipple while bitting the area in his mouth hard enough to leave an indent of his teeth in your flesh. 

You recklessly rutting against him now, as the sudden pain that laces through you snaps the tension that had built inside of you. Gasping his name as you come, a fresh wave of wetness leaves your core as you slump against the bed with your fingers dragging bonelessly against his skull before hitting the bed with a soft thump.

Vash lifts his head enough to survey the marks left on your breast, his chest swelling with pride as you squirm under him clearly still lost in the haze of your first release. It was worth the build-up,  sweeping his hand across your stomach and feeling the heat still rising from your flesh. He takes a few deep breaths as he watches you, using the time while you recover to try and get his own sex to calm down, he’s not done with you yet. 

As the racing of your heart starts to slow you raise a hand to rub against your face, pushing your sweat-soaked locks from your forehead before opening your eyes once more. A dopey love-sick grin adorns your lips as you look at Vash, his pale chest a vibrant shade of red as it heaves. “That. Was. Amazing.” Breathless as you coo up at your lover, a break crack in his facade as he returns the tender smile. 

“You did seem to enjoy yourself.” His hand is still sweeping across your skin, the cool fingertips making your muscles quake as the chill sinks in. “However.” Clicking his tongue as if disappointed “You made a mess.” You feel the confusion building in you until his flesh hand dips between your thighs and slips between your bodies with a quick scooping motion before raising it for both of you to see the slick covering his hand. Sticking the fingers in his mouth and sucking noisily as he watches you and you feel your walls clench and your stomach tighten. Fuck. You can hear as the fluid is pulled from the material of the glove he’s still wearing his eyes closed, and his face warped in a look of pure bliss. 

As he pulls his fingers away he smacks his lips and runs his tongue along his bottom lip as if savouring something. “I guess I’ll have to clean it up before we continue.” His voice even as he delivers the statement so matter of factly before lowering his head for a quick open-mouth kiss and you can taste yourself and traces of his own fluids on his tongue. Letting out a soft moan as he sweeps the wet muscle around yours and lifts your hips so he can shuffle his body from where you were starting to grind against him once more. “So desperate for release.” Tutting he lowers your hips and starts kissing down the center of your chest, lingering for a moment at the scar under your breast and over your heart. 

“You just had to come that violently huh? Making me have to do extra work before plowing into you.” You shudder as your breath leaves you in a long exhale, biting your lip as the anticipation builds watching his face intently as he keeps moving lower, letting the tip of his nose dip into your belly button and kissing your navel before giving it a bite hard enough to bruise. 

The fire inside of you is building once more and you feel your clit throb as his chin brushes down along the flesh of your sex while his head keeps moving. His eyes are like shining blue points as he watches you, well aware of the effect his movements are having on you. 

Once he’s between your thighs he has his nose against your dripping sex and takes a deep inhale that has your face burning. “Fuck you smell so desperate like that hole of yours knows I’m going to pound into it until you can’t walk.” Chuckling as he watches your core clench. “Such a needy drenched thing. Soon I’ll fill you to the bursting.”

You can feel as his the mused hairs of his forehead brush against your core, as he kneads the underside of your thighs and laps at the plush skin of one of them ignoring your sex for the moment. Sucking and licking your fluids that had spread along your skin with sure strokes, humming as he works enjoying himself while your aching for his touch once more. “Vash, Sunshine.” A desperate undercurrent to your croaked words “Please, I can’t take any more teasing. I wanna warm you up, baby.” He ignores you with a tightening of his hands under your legs and swiping his tongue is a circular pattern as he moves closer to your hole, letting the muscle press flat against your slit before moving to the other side. Thrashing in his hold as you try to get him to slip it past your folds. 

Another chuckle that you feel as the vibrations run along your skin. “Not yet.” He laves his affections onto the other thigh all while keeping an eye on your throbbing sex, watching as more fluid drips from between those shiny lips and down onto the bed sheets below you. It’s a debaucherous sight, to see your quivering muscles that he’s so used to having wrapped around his length as they pulse wanting to be filled. Indulging himself as he keeps licking at your skin and listening to the little noises you make, trying to contain them behind one of your hands as he works. It’s all for him and his body tingles knowing this is all because of him, that you’re so desperate to come because of what he’s doing to you. “I know you want me inside you, thrusting into you and making you see stars while you try to drain my balls for all they’ve got. I want that too, to watch you come while my cock splits you open  but first to clean up the mess you made of yourself.”

You let out a wordless scream as the takes that first seemingly innocent lick along your slit, his tongue curled to scoop as much of your juices into his mouth and letting out a noise like a cat that’s gotten into the cream. Relishing the taste before diving back in with sure strokes along your folds, a light skim of the muscle along one side before darting to the other flicking your opening as he goes. It’s enough to have you howling, shoving a hand into your mouth, and biting down in the meat between your thumb and index finger to try and dampen your sounds.

Vash is relentless between your thighs, sucking and licking with different strokes that alter between light and hard as he works to make you produce more and more slick for him to consume as if drunk on the taste of you. His nose bumping your clit has you trying to grind into his face to push yourself into that oblivion of post-release haze once more, Vash of course is having none of that. Looping his prosthetic around your waist and pinning your jerking hips to the bed sending you a glare that makes you pant seeing his chin covered in what you can only assume is your juices and his saliva. Damn, that look at you struggling against his hold has you wanting to kiss him and drown in his affections, your inner walls clamping painfully. A quick survey of your dripping slit and secured hips has a wolfish grin forming on his face as he goes back to your pussy, plunging his curled tongue into your depths.

His flesh hand reaches up from under you to use his fingers to part your folds, framing your spread insides between the V of his gloved middle and index finger letting him swirl his tongue leisurely and watching as you spasm for him. Using the tip to trace a pattern of whorls against your walls before plunging the muscle as if he was fucking you with his tongue, the slight tremble of your body has his cock painfully rock hard under his hips rolling them just enough to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

He knows he won’t last long as he feels your pussy clamping around the intrusion, trying to pull him deeper inside of you. From the noises you’re making and the micro rocks of your hips he can tell you’re close again, sliding his fingers along your folds as he withdraws his tongue from your cunt to suck at your clit and slipping a single finger inside. 

Your reaction is immediate as your walls seem to try and crush his finger with the force of their spamming and you let out a broken sob. A swell of pride once more as he keeps sucking at the bundle of nerves and plunging his finger side of you, curling it to start to stretch you out before adding a second. The wet squelching of your walls around his fingers as he works them deeper until he’s knuckle deep, twisting those digits around and tapping against a spot he knows can make you come. Alternating it with the spreading of his fingers to scissor your slick core feeling your body trying to restrain them and pull them deeper. Adding a third he starts to finger you harder, jerking his hand against you while he flicks your nub with the tip of his tongue. Lifting his gaze from your fluttering sex to see your eyes closed and panting like you’re running a race. 

“Mayfly, open your eyes.” A command that he growls out at you, that you’re compelled to obey and the second your eyes meet his sinfully dark expression that coil inside of you snaps. Thrashing as much as he allows you as you squirt over his fingers while you fall apart for the second time that night. Vash doesn’t relent as you come this time, his fingers replaced by his mouth as he drinks down your release with wide swipes for his tongue along the length of your pussy forcing you to come a third time as your body writhes from the overstimulation and Vash moans as he keeps lapping at your juices. 

A whimper from you has Vash pulling away his hand rubbing along where the imprint of his arm had been around your waist, feeling a little sheepish that he had gotten that into it and almost hurt you. 

You just let out a soft whimper as you bathe in the afterglow, feeling the pulsing of your heart through your body as your senses return to you as if waking up from a pleasant dream. Vaguely aware of the mattress rising and the sound of bare feet padding across the floor while you breathe deeply, a pleasant buzz at the back of your skull as your body sinks more into the post-coitus bliss almost ready to fall back asleep.

The sound of something being dragged as your brows furrowing, the heavy sound keeping you from falling back asleep as you try to push yourself onto your elbows to see what is happening only to flop back onto the bed as your body isn’t ready to support any of your weight just yet. 

Vash chuckles seeing you struggle as he places the mirror where he wants it before shedding his drenched underwear. Hissing as his cock bobs in the open air at last an angry red from being denied so long, reaching for his canteen on the table and taking a drink before turning back to the bed. “Let me help you up.” Using the one hand to help you into a seated position and holding the canteen to your lips. “You need a drink, between all the sweating and fluid you had dripping from your core you’re probably feeling a little light-headed.” 

You nod, taking a sip and leaning into his form. “Yea, I wonder why.” Mocking him as you take a few more sips with your eyes closed, opening them and seeing the closer mirror. At least now you know what the dragging sound was. “What are you planning Sunshine?” Suspicious as both of you have used a mirror before as you reminded the other why you cared for them so much. 

“Just something a little different.” Taking the canteen from you before standing and returning it to the table and you let out a happy little noise at the sight of his free cock. Seeing the pre cum smeared around the head you feel your pussy throb a little and your mouth water as you wouldn’t mind a taste of him at last. As if senses your lecherous thoughts Vash sighs “Not that.” 

Sitting on the bed with his legs spread you get ready to question him about the way he’s positioned himself, at least until he’s tugging you to the edge of the bed and getting you to stand. Almost falling over as your legs wobble before he keeps you steady, maneuvering you to face the mirror before getting you to settle against his lap. A few minor adjustments and you have to admit you’re feeling warm already. Reflected back at you are both of your faces, sweat lining your brows and both of you looking disheveled with your hair plastered to your face. A few bruises forming just beneath sections of your skin and your chest is moving in time to his, his hands stroking along your sides. Perfectly centered in the mirror is his throbbing cock, the head weeping and framed between your parted pussy lips. 

Vash is nosing at the skin of your neck, your hair pushed to one side as he rubs his lips and the point of his tongue along the space where it meets your shoulder but his eyes are on the mirror watching you. Using the reflection to stare into your shining orbs he places a soft peck there before speaking. “I want us to have sex while watching ourselves in this mirror. I want to see both of our faces as I split you open on my dick, as we come and I paint those lovely insides of yours with my seed. To watch as our shared release drips from those swollen lips back down my cock onto my balls.” 

Damn, the picture he’s painting for you has you swimming in arousal as your pussy throbs and a dampness starts to seep from you spreading to his hot flesh twitching against your opening. “Me too Sunshine, I wanna see you fill me up.” The words are low, as your body shakes with your labored breaths feeling that fire inside of you starting to build once more. 

His cock is searing against your sex, knowing he hasn’t come yet tonight makes you wonder how pent-up he is as his hands glide along your side. Pressing another kiss to your skin while keeping eye contact before whispering against your ear. “Put me inside you when you’re ready to start.” Watching yourself in the mirror you reach up first to touch his jaw, fingertips sweeping along his cheek while you give a few small rolls spreading your juices along more of his length. 

It’s a sight to behold as both of you keep staring into the mirror not wanting to miss a thing as you reach down to grasp his length, a fluttering of his eyelids, lifting yourself enough to line him up with your slit. He’s kissing the palm of your hand waiting to watch as you impale yourself on his cock. A soft groan as you let your weight slowly drop before you moan as he splits you open and disappears inside of your body. 

Both of you are still while looking as your body adjusts clenching around him and seeing the slight movement of your sexes in the mirror. The twitch of his balls and the fluttering of your lips while your body burns from the stretch, twin sighs as you relax around him and he doesn’t feel like he’s about to blow his load just from being inside of you. 

“I want to burn this sight into my head, damn you beautiful stretched around me.” Panting against the rough skin of your palm and settling one of his hands over your belly where you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. “Well, you look beautiful to me all the time. But I guess this just tickles something inside of me just right.” All pretense of being in charge is gone as he gives you a tender smile and you have to agree, this is a sight you want to remember for the nights that you can’t be intimate with your handsome plant. 

“I like how you look now too, like you’re ready to fill me to the brim.” A light laugh as he taps his fingers against your skin, moving your hand to interlace your fingers with his. A silent signal that you can move whenever you feel ready, and you start to gently rock atop him. 

“I am ready to fill you to the brim.” He admits as his prosthetic glides up your side and grips one of your breasts, helping to keep you stable as you ride him and groping your flesh. 

It isn’t long before both of you are panting from the gentle pace that has his cock hitting all the right places inside of your walls with the position you’re both in. You keep your movements shallow, ensuring he doesn’t slip out of your pussy as the sweat beads along your skin before forming rivets moving downwards. Watching where the two of you are joined and the small bump that moves under your hands as his cock keeps brushing deep inside of you. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last Mayfly.” In his eyes, you can see the strain as he tries to hold back, after denying himself all night and now finally wrapped in your tight pussy. 

“You don’t have to Sunshine. Fill me up just like you promised.” You whisper watching his cock slip more inside your body as Vash spreads his legs a little more allowing you to sink farther down on him. 

“Come with me.” Huffing against your hand still against his face and you see the desperation in his eyes. Letting him slide his hand and yours down to your cunt, as he uses your fingers to circle your clit to help push you to that precipice with him. 

“I will Vash, I’ll come with you so I can milk those big balls dry.” Hearing him hiss as you move harder against him increasing the tempo of the movement of your hips. “I wanna watch as you pump me full, please.” Pleading with him as your voice hitches, the fire inside of you building as he works both of you to the point of no return. 

“Fuck, I want to. Almost there.” His panting, closer to a growl as his eyes narrow in the mirror, the sight of you making his cock throb deep in your walls feeling the way you're clenching him already. “I want you stuffed full we can’t move.” 

“Vash” A short cry as Vash can’t seem to hold back any longer, rocking his hips upwards and spearing you on his dick while he presses harder into your clit. A low groan that sounds like your name as you both tip over that edge, your Walls spasm and contract around him in a vice-like fashion as he floods your core. The force of his release strong enough you feel it splatter against your womb as you keep squeezing him, wanting every last drop he has in your pussy. It’s a struggle as you both keep your eyes open while your face twists into ones of ecstasy as the shockwaves roll through you, and Vash lowers his face from your hand to bite into your neck. 

Both of you watch with cracked eyes as his balls keep throbbing and you can feel the slightest swelling of the bump inside of your body as he pumps you full. As you both sit there breathless you watch the first creamy stream slip past your abused sex and roll down his length before pooling on his balls and dripping to the floor. 

“Vash?” A soft exhale of pain as his mouth releases the skin of your neck. 

“Yes” A whisper of your name like a promise as his eyes seemed glued to the sight. 

“Happy solstice” A chuckle as his arms wrap around your middle and a kiss to where the newest bruise on your neck is forming. 

“Happy solstice my love.” Humming before you let out a short snort. 

“Think anyone heard us?” 

“Mayfly, if they did I think we would have gotten a noise complaint already.” You nod leaning back into his chest as your hands rub against his arms, fingers dipping into the gap of the metal that forms his forearms. 

“Wanna go again in a bit?” 

A louder laugh as he noses the shell of your ear before smirking at you in the mirror. After all, the solstice is the longest night of the year, and the two of you are just getting started.  

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[yuhi-san]

Finally onto vol two of trimax, now that dokomi is over

First of all, what a messed up start to the volume. Legato really is all kinds of fucked up.

The… table manners going on here. We just let that stand as it is

Very intrigued by midvaley, more on that later

“We will cause him ultimat suffering at the hands of you humans.” Yeah hats the thing, isn’t it? Sure humans can be nasty but it always comes back to the fact that knives needs to make sure vash sees that. Always meddle in a way to make sure humans want to hurt vash or have a reason. I guess someone is afraid humans aren’t as horrible as he makes them out to be if he doesn’t manipulate the situation, huh

You can see the rage on vash face when da-rei mentions his secluded home. We know vash won’t kill, no matter what but moments like this make me wonder, do you guys REALLY wanna figure out what would happen to you if vash were to stop playing nice? Then again they seem to all have a death wish to some degree so there is that

The gun on the wire thing is soo cool tho

for all the talk Wolfwood does, it seems to itch under the nails to help vash, especially since da-rei mentioned home.

So, the whole Wolfwood shoots da-rei situation and the after…. For one I think with everything else going on in that moment we don’t focus enough on how shocked vash was that Wolfwood shot him. Yes he’s angry, the look he gives Wolfwood is seething but the expression at first makes it clear vash didn’t see that coming at all.

Which is even more interesting considering he was aware da-rei might shoot him. At first he says that the blades position suggest he wasn’t going to do it but then he admits that, yeah there was a chance but insists he would have just dodged. Vash knows there is always the chance someone wants to harm him (but decides to take the chance anyway) but he did not expect ww to kill da-rei at all.

“you talk about saving everyone but you don’t wanna dirty your own hands” we’ll be back on that later, as well as “no matter what you do, you give up so easily”. Just waiting fpr the hospital yuri for that

See, I knew almost all the key moments of trimax already but without the full context. So its super interesting to see in what order or time they play out. Wolfwoods infamous ‘shoot’? yeah I did not think they were having this conversation so soon. Mostly because that’s intense. Yeah emotions are running high and all but jesus Wolfwood, don’t you think this reaction and speech are a little extreme? This early on? Offering up his live like that, challenging Vash to shoot him? Sure, it was evident vash wasn’t going to do it but considering how afraid Wolfwood actually is of dying, gee…

At that point its clear ww doesn’t just disagree with vashs ways but also cannot fathom why would make the choices he does. At the same time vash can clearly see that Wolfwood so desperately wants to be good and kind but feels forced to play devils advocate and all. But at this time, vash is too caught up in his own worldview and codex that he cannot quite understand that for Wolfwood this is not simply a ‘deciding to give up so easily situation’

Wolfwoods dream oh man.. its another scene I knew but not the context. I didn’t realize he was dreaming this. previously I though this was actually happening, way later when they are at the orphenage. God his smile looks so sad and pained. Its so much like vash when the people throw stones at him and he’s like, I don’t know what to look like.

On a lighter note, dried up vash is so funny. What a disaster he is. Especially when they drop the lighter oh man

The line about how not everyone can just gamble their life is very important and I think it applies a lot to vash. yes he doesn’t make use of his plant powers. He tries, at least at that point, to be as human as possible. But the truth is that most humans could never survive the things he does. Vash can take gambles others cannot, including Wolfwood. Which he even says to vash’s face but again, I don’t think vash truly understands that at this moment.

Home, oof. Vash is so tense and worried what he will find and then its just… people being happy and okay. They are ecstatic to see him! Is vash! it’s a big deal! They were worried, they hope he stays a little, they are excited to introduce him to their children! It makes vash cry to be greeted like that. And yeah, its an illusion by leonof but judging by  vash reaction and his absolute shock after, this was a very accurate one. that’s how people just are with him when he comes home so that it was an illusion, ouch.

Wolfwood is mad. Like, it always seems to itch him to help even if he doesn’t give in to the urge but there wasn’t even a question on whether  or not leonof deserves his ass kicked for that sick stunt

Ww may take issues with what he perceives as vashs naivety but seeing him go through all these emotions because of leonof tormenting him has ww go, yeah no, fuck that und fuck you.

[yurinaa-world]

Hi hi!! I hope you have a good day!!

This is my first time requesting so you can just ignore this!

Can I ask for Vash, Wolfwood, and Livio with a reader that's like violet evergarden? If you don't know who that is it's totally fine! :DDD

Characters: Vash, Nicholas, and Livio x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Reader that's like Violet Evergarden

Warnings: Fluff and spelling errors

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

He loves you so much! Even if you call yourself a doll, he doesn’t think you are one since no doll in the world can imitate your beauty, no matter how high-tech it could be!

He’s amazed but also sad whenever someone insults you just because you're emotionless and may act like a doll, but it makes it worse whenever you try to force a smile on your face just because that person is there, so don’t worry, he’ll get them off your back.

He doesn’t need to worry about you getting hurt since you adapt to situations better and faster than anyone else!

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟 𝒲𝑜𝓁𝒻𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇"

He’s kind of weirded out by you, like you never get mad or have any emotion on your face, even when you're alone together. Like, what kind of saint are you? To land in No Man’s Land.

BUT he’ll get really pissed if anyone tries to insult you if you're not going to say anything that fine, but when you still tolerate their words, he’s going to lose it, like, why do they care if you're emotionless or even a doll like mind your business?

He’s surprised how it’s so elegant, even after a fight. He gives you credit for looking so good and being amazing at fighting!

𝐿𝒾𝓋𝒾𝑜 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓃𝑔"

He likes your personality; you're so cute when you're quiet, and your face is even cuter that he just wants to squash your cheeks. You're a doll, so it doesn’t change anything between you.

You're way out of his league; you're just so elegant and calm, like some sort of noble lady, compared to a rough guy like him, but you always tell me that you don’t think he's that rough; to be honest, you think he’s like a human-sized teddy bear.

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[alena-reblobs]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol10 Part 4

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1Vol02 Part 2 | Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 | Vol06 | Vol07 | Vol08 Part1 | Vol08 Part2 | Vol09 Part1 | Vol09 Part2 | Vol10 Part1 | Vol10 Part2 | Vol10 Part3 | Vol10 Part4

God why is this volume so long and full of so many epic pictures

Commentary for chapter 6 and 7 of Vol10, will do the last one in another post!

While I'm doing this, reading each chapter and after that, doing my commentary, I notice the effect of the volume lessening...damn! I should read it in one go first and THEN write my thougths but I'm afraid I'll forget what I want to say. Vol9 and Vol10 are in a way really meant to be read in one go for the full effect.

Chapter 6:

Yes! Wolfwood trying to end this fight not with his weapon, but with his bare hands is so important! He's not fighting to kill, he's not EoM's puppet, he's trying to bring back a friend...I can't say why but also the fact that this obviously pains Razlo more than bullets also feels right. That's how it should be. And then...there's Vash.

Oh god and then there's Vash.

This is...one of the most cruel images of Vash yet. To me it is THE most emotional in the whole series. Pure desperation. Sadness for things lost. Vash allowing himself to break down while we only hear the punches of Wolfwood beating down on Razlo. Looking at this image makes me sad. Damn it Nightow for making Vash have to grief before they even had the chance to start their future together.

But again, props to Nightow for the storytelling.

Vash promised Wolfwood to leave Razlo to him BUT NOBODY DARE INTERFERE.

LIVIOOOOOOO

And just when we fought we had gotten rid of him and he couldn't piss us off any more he's coming back round to hurt our boy

THANK YOU RAZLO. There can never be enough bullet holes in this dead man's body.

I really really like that Livio is not treating Razlo like the bad guy here, but acknowledges that Razlo is also a victim in a way. A victim of having to live through the fucked up shit that Livio could not cope with, of having to deal with that. (I hope I worded that all right, since I don't really know anything about the medical condition of which Razlo is the result?)

You did it, man. You saved Livio. And now you're even a person he looks up to you. Of the feels.

CRYBABY LIVIO IS BACK BITCHES oooh you earned that cigarette, Wolfie

Chapter 7:

I just love the kids and Melanie and how lively it seems. Surely it was hard and filled with loss as everybody had lost their parents, but it must also have been a childhood filled with love.

Baby Wolfwood oh my sweet boy... Sometimes I have wondered how little Vash and Wolfie would have gotten along. Or well, I'm sure they would've gotten along. I just would love to see them interact as kids. Out there, little Wolfwood, a long time ago, was once a boy drifting in space who would later be your most trusted friend. And who would, not in every way, but in an important way, save you.

Ah, just below is the panel where it says "six years have passed since that day" that always confuses me?? Still now because 6 years is not possible? I will wait for any explanation that you, my fellow bookclub readers, will come up with.

Don't scream at him!!!

Vash wanting to explain it to them is killing me. And Wolfwood's expression here is so...unclouded. Completely honest. Vulnerable. No my sweet boy you are no monster, did that not get into your head??

With the little time left...maybe he's right, maybe he can not explain to the children what he is, all the complex stuff.

You know, Vash, Wolfwood is tired. This moment, he just wants to spend it with you, and isn't that enough?

Wolfwood saying this...and then Vash begging to GOD, praying to not lose that man.

I never really got the grip on what Vash means with "stupid things". There's been this theory that Vash denies Wolfwood telling Vash his true feelings, but I don't think so. I think they both at this point know how they feel about each other. I think Vash just...can't stand to hear the emotional talk now because it's simply too much. Maybe it would be nice if they could talk out their innermost feelins at last. But maybe, they don't need that. Have their actions not proven enough already by now?

Throw that confetti guys

If some of you are on twitter and have followed the trigun fandom there you might have stumbled upon the marriage tweet my friend made when she read this scene the first time. I have nothing to add apart from that it rips my heart and soul in two. Now, there's one more chapter to this volume but this arc kinda already concludes with this here...and so I just want to say: I have NEVER before read something that felt so deeply emotional and tragic like this whole...Wolfwoof dying scene. Or, I might have and I might not remember, but in my mind this is the most tragic thing I can recall. Because...it takes its time. It already starts in Vol08, with Wolfwood's inner thoughts, and then it goes on for the whole next Volume where the stakes are getting higher and higher, until Vash appears to save them and save Wolfwood but it STILL is not enough. And Vash is shocked, is in denial, is in anger and is griefing and then we get a short moment of breathing, before it hits us again. We're living this all through Vash, and...and he can't bring himself to smile in the end. He can't. He only stares blankly until he then slumps down. Oh, and I read in the Trigun Wiki I think that this scene here is the only scene where we see Wolfwood cry. Which....gives it also so much more impact.

And, all in all, I think this is not the worst ending for Wolfwood. Of course I am devastated. Reading so much fanfiction, seeing so much fanart, makes it pretty easy to forget that there is no future for these two in canon...not together. (which is WHY I read the fanfiction because good lord did I need something to cope) And when I think about how they never get the chance to live the life together as they both may have wanted...then the feeling of loss hits the hardest. But then, on the other hand: First, killing off one of your main characters while giving them a metaphorical wedding scene is a sick move. An evil, sick move. And second: it fits the series. Because Trigun feels so real, and in real life, things don't always turn out the good way. And Wolfwood, with his life, never really had any future...but the thing is also, he died while knowing that he was able to achieve what he always wanted: the orphanage is safe and he brought Livio back. It is all he ever wanted to do, and it is thanks to Vash that he was able to do it. Would it have been dope if he lived on and if he and Vash could build their own orphanage and be caretaker dads together? Oh hell yeah. But, within the story of the series...it was always unrealistic. Wolfwood died smiling- whatever we think about it, he was content with what he achieved. (I think so at least! The panels where he cries out, they always strike me as a defiance, not wanting to die, but that might be reading to much into it. The whole thing for him is so emotional, the confetti, which tells him they welcome him back, despite knowing who he is...it would be a wonder if he didn't cry. So it might just be the emotionality of the whole scene.

PHEW I'm sure I could say more if I thought a bit about it but I'm gonna shut up here now. Time to do the last chapter, though I'll make another post, this one is far too long already.

[multiverse-imagines]

So, this is another self indulgent personal story I'm posting before I can change my mind. It's been a year since I got my Vash the Stampede plushie, and I just adore him! I'm also one of kids who grew up watching Toy Story too many times. Whoops

I Just Want To Give Her More 

Plush!Vash x Reader (like a toy story au)

I sat inside that plastic for a long time. Moving from place to place, never being opened. Warehouse, to storage, to a store. I was placed within a dark bag, and was shipped off. I was in the mail once again. I could hear that I was placed into a metal box. A mailbox, perhaps? Waiting once again, I hear the box open, and a hitched breath. The bag is grabbed, and the thudding of talking on wooden stairs is heard, excitedly humming as a door opened and closed. The bag was opened to a bright light. I was pulled out of the bag to see a young woman though the second layer of plastic bag. She opens the plastic bag that has held me captive for so many years, and her smile widens as she brings her thumb up to my cheek.

"He's a little smaller than what I was expecting, but he's still perfect." She whispered to herself. I was perfect? She took a pair of scissors off of the table next to her and gently removed the tag from my hand, and the plastic ring from my hand. 

Nowadays I sleep exclusively between her breasts. Pinned between her and a Squishmallow she has dubbed Dr. Curt Conners. Occasionally she will pet my thin hair, cradle my head with a single hand, and she still caresses my cheek with her thumb. I hear her heart race, and she whispers "Oh Vash, you're so perfect." As she is undoubtedly reading the Manga I'm from, or some fanfiction. We've watched the anime together in bits and pieces. I can see why she likes me. 

She wakes up early, even before the sun can. She gives me a kiss on the forehead, sets me aside on a pillow, and strokes my cheek before stumbling out of bed to start her day. She gives me a smile or a wink if she isn't able to give me a verbal "I'll be home later, Vash! Love you!"

When she changes clothes, she usually does so in her room, where I'm nearby. Usually facing away from me, I can't help but look. She's beautiful. The way her hair sways, the little jumps she does as she puts pants on, the curving of her waist when she takes her shirt off, all contribute to her beauty.  When she turns around, no matter what part of the process, she makes eye contact with me, giving me a knowing smile. I'd probably die if I ever admitted that I had been watching. 

I just want to give her more. That's what I think to myself every day when I sit with the other plushies in the small bins on the floor next to her bed. She's so kind, she truly loves me (even if it is just who I was designed after), and I can tell that she wishes so badly for me to be real. I can almost hear her heart ache, and her breath hitch, late into the night when she squeezes me tightly. She lightly whispers my name, sometimes wishing that the spiky haired man in the red coat were really there. 

But she is not always so sad. I love to see her dance around the house, music playing through her headphones, occasionally belting out lyrics to the songs she's listening to. The food she makes always smells delicious, but as I am inanimate, I can't eat. I would eat anything she made if I could. We watch other anime together. Usually curled up in the sofa chair in a blanket, I watch as I'm cuddled under the blanket with her, and facing the screen, not that I'd complain about the content. She plays video games. Ones that aren't necessarily too complicated or competitive, and usually have a good story.

We have so much fun together, and I'm… not even real. I can't interact with her. Talking, cuddling, laughing, I can't do any of that. She deserves more. I want to be The Humanoid Typhoon for her. I want to be six foot tall, not ten or so inches. I want to tell her that her food is a delicacy. I want to say jokes to make her laugh, I want to hold her in my arms. I want to pet her hair and run my thumb along her cheek. I want to give her kisses on her forehead, even more so, her lips. I can tell she is loved. Friends, family, and even co-workers. She talks on the phone, and I see her messages. But she's still so lonely. A person as wonderful as her deserves to be loved by the guy I'm modeled after. She deserves that much.