117. Never Let You Go
♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader
♡ Word count - 0.6k
♡ Warnings - none
♡ Description: You're both drunk and singing. It leads Vash to a confession.
Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3
A/N: Please listen to "Leave Her Johnny" from Assassin's Creed 4 for the tune of the song sung here!
“Oh leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow, and it’s time for us to leave her!” Vash stumbles up the cobbled hill toward the inn, singing the song of the night at the Briny Barns tavern. You laugh beside him, feeling your own pleasant buzz from the alcohol. You’re both leaning on each other, trying your best to stay upright and not spend the night in an alleyway.
Shaky, you loop your arm through Vash’s and continue the song, albeit mumbling and washy. “I hate to sail on this rotten tub, leave her Johnny, leave her!”
“Never!” Vash proclaims, tugging you close and planting a big smooch on the side of your mouth. “I’ll never leave you!”
You giggle at his antics and sloppily shove your hand at his face. “But that’s the song! You gotta leave her, Johnny!”
“Ah, right.” He takes a one-two stumbling step before he suddenly reels back and falls on his butt. Your snorting laughter chases him down, and soon you’re crouched beside him, trying (and failing) to get him back up.
“No, no, leave me Johnny, leave me!” He says, laying down on the street and sighing dramatically. “That fireball whiskey is…woo. That is…somethin’.”
Giving up, you lay down beside him. Thankfully there’s no tomas droppings nearby. Vash points up at the stars above, other arm coming around your shoulders to pillow your head. “See that? That’s…uh…wassit called…”
You squint, trying to see through the double-vision you have. “What’re you pointing at?”
“Shhh,” Vash says, putting a finger to your lips. “I’m trying to remember…ah ha! It’s Gillespie’s Ring! See?”
You swat his hand away. “No.”
“Aw.” His arm flops down to his chest, and you both lay there for a moment in silence. In the distance, the sound of the tavern can still be heard, with villagers and travelers and who knows who else singing and dancing. Vash halfway wants to turn around and go back to the party, but knows you’ve both hit your limit for the night.
It gets him thinking. You’re a pair. A partnership. Lovers. You’ve been through thick and thin with him, and he’s so used to you dogging at his heels that it’s strange now to be alone. His heart swells.
Carefully, he leans over and kisses you on the temple. “You know I’ll never let you go, right?” He whispers, plum dark sky the only witness to his words.
You’re drunk enough to take a moment before responding. “I know, birdie. Just like – like I’ll never let you go.”
“Yeah,” he says, grinning at you before kissing you on your nose. “You’re my girl. You’re my forever.”
You cross your eyes in exaggeration and snort. “And what you are is a sap.”
Vash laughs, never denying it.
Finally, after a few more attempts to point out constellations, you feel your butt go numb from the hard ground. “Alright, we gotta get to bed. C’mon, to bed.” You stagger to your feet, and Vash follows, slumping on a nearby building for leverage. He quickly melds to your side, though, and starts singing again as you walk. “Oh, I’ll never leave her, Johnny! I’ll never leave my girl! ‘Cause the winds are fierce but her heart is too, oh I’ll never leave my girl!”
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