#nicholas d. wolfwood fic

[gay-dorito-dust]

Here for the Nicholas Woflwood content!! I would love a request about the reader flustering Nicholas if you’re game

Oh I’m absolutely game. Also apologises for being silent for a bit in terms of writing; I’ve just had to get through some stuff at work which left all of us a lil tired/ fatigued afterwards.

Nicholas had a tendency of getting under your skin with his teasing, his weird little nicknames that he’d come up for you and such but you have yet again failed to even get under his whilst trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You’ve tried everything;

You’ve called him popcorn lung

You’ve teased him about the massive cross-machine gun he always carried.

Mocked him for not wearing socks with his shoes and even if he were, why the fuck did he choose to wear ankle socks? Did he hate himself that much?

However you were always greeted with his cocky smirk, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips and his eyes twinkling mischievous from behind his shades, “you’re trying too hard sweetheart.” He would then playfully retort before patting your shoulder and going back to whatever he was doing beforehand. Leaving you a little perturbed and frustrated.

Fortunately for you, the opportune moment came when you, Vash, Meryl, Roberto and Nicholas were walking through a town you came across on your travels for a quick bite to eat and Meryl and Nicholas were having their usual -in Meryl’s case- one sided disputes. Why this was so fortunate for you was because during their dispute, Nicholas cockily decided to walk backwards with that handsome smile still plastered on his face as poor Meryl played well into his trap; Unaware of the fact that just up ahead was a staircase that would lead you into the lower areas of town.

“When will you ever admit that your wrong about something?” Meryl exclaimed.

“You make a great question little lady, but I don’t have an wander for that for I am never wrong.” Nicholas replied, lying through his teeth as he flicks away another cigarette bud at her way; watching in humour as she ducked before it could hit her before looking at him with a glare as she ranted at him about the dangers of flicking an cigarette bud. “Are you that careless of what you could’ve potential set aflame?!” The undertaker merely shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner which didn’t make matters any better.

The closer and closer you got to the staircase the more devilish thoughts popped into your head about not wanting to warn Nicholas. You saw from the corner of your eye that Vash was about to open his mouth when you nudged him in the side as a mean to silence him. “Don’t.” You whispered and Vash only looked at you confused.

“Why? He’s going to hurt himself if he doesn’t.” The blonde asks.

“He’s not.” You replied shortly.

“How do you know that?” Vash asks again, not understanding where you were going with this.

“I’m going to fluster him.” You told him as though it was obvious but it seemed to the blonde that it didn’t. You sighed and only said, “just watch.”

Just as you about to descend the staircases, you did so that you were next to Nicholas which made him smirk when he caught sight of you standing so close, that he couldn’t help himself. “There’s all this space and yet you choose to stay close to me? I’m honoured but don’t you think it’s giving people the wrong idea-“ just about as he was finishing his sentence; Nicholas’ foot caught on the edge of the concrete staircase and was about to loose his footing when you swiftly moved to cradle the male against your chest.

“You were saying, Princess?” You asked as you watched as Vash, Meryl and Roberto stopped to look back at you both. Vash looked stunned whilst Meryl and Roberto looked smug. Nicholas on the other hand was an embarrassed and flustered mess within your arms. “Let go of me.” He utters, not wanting for you to see him so uncharacteristic. You hummed in thought before looking back at him, “if I did that then you’ll get hurt,” you then leaned closer to his face to whisper, “and I don’t want to see a single scratch on my pretty boy’s face.”

You swore that Nicholas nearly let out the equivalent of a whimper at your words as he looked away from you to swallow thickly. Speechless. You chuckled at this and helped him the rest of the way down the staircase where the rest were waiting for you.

“What was that?” Meryl asked you when she moved to your side as Roberto and Vash moved to Nicholas’ who hasn’t taken his gaze off of you. “Just payback for all the times he’s teased me.” You stated, winking at Nicholas and watching in amusement as he stood a little straighter and averted his eyes elsewhere.

[isawjamfirst]

what if i visualize the ending for Come and See huh what then

[cranity]

Open Me Up: Chapter 5, Pandemonium

Inspired by @what-immortal-hand-or-eye's fic :]

[bastardnoodle]

i looove putting them in little outfits

[rrogueamendiares]

i just wanted to hold you in my arms

[artofalassa]

“I’m bored.” “So?” “Kiss me. It will make time fly faster.” “Here?” Vash looks around, nervous.

a little smth based on the sweet sweet fic Those Were The Days by @elofrommars 💕

[myfinalform-kaz]

The mischaracterization of trigun characters in fanfic just irks my soul. Like ppl who portray Vash as poor kicked puppy boy who's never felt a drop of anger in his life like no! That guy nearly loses his absolute shit anytime he witnesses ppl hurting each other, like the amount of times the memory of Rem is the only thing that holds him back from absolutely decimating someone is not talked about enough. Also Meryl being the groups emotional guide??? That girl avoids other people's feelings faster than mouse runnin from a cat, she has no intention of sticking around for tough emotional conversations. Also give Wolfwood his silly!!! He is a silly man with a soft spot for kids and a hard ass attitude for blonde idiots!

[zeramara]

Hello Vashwood enjoyers, today I offer you some fanart of some scenes from @avoidingavoidance 's incredible fic Come and See that have been living in my brain rent free. Tomorrow, who knows?

Seriously though, this fic is so so good, go read it rn!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can….can I request a little stampede Wolfwood x reader where the reader has a nightmare he left her for…whatever reason and she wakes up scared and sad and she wishes him to stay and he says “Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.” And it’s just tooth rotting fluff!

If that’s ok! If not that’s totally fine too! Thank youuuu!

You found yourself stood within a void of sorts. There was no doors, no windows, no furniture of the sort, just a pitch black space where all you could hear was your breath, your heartbeat and your voice call out to a tall figure that eerily resembled…

“Nicholas?”

He didn’t seem to hear you and even if he did, he actively chose to ignore you for some reason as you were forced to watch his form walk away from you and further into the dark abyss that surrounded you.

“Nicholas!” You tried again but to no avail, Nicholas just kept walking further and further away from you alongside your echo as it tracked down an assumably never ending hallway or tunnel. “Nicholas, at least tell me where you’re going!” You cried, trying your best to follow after him only to find that you couldn’t move; not even a muscle. It was almost like you were stuck in place from your feet all the way up to your upper body.

Anxiety and fear shot through your body as your breath hitched in your throat, eyes trained on your unmoving feet before lifting them to where Nicholas was only to see that he wasn’t there anymore. You became frantic now, eyes searching every aspect of the dark room for the suited male with the blackout shades and cross machine gun strapped to his back; Only to be greeted with darkness staring back at you.

“Nicholas! Where are you, don’t leave me please!”

“NICHOLAS!”

You shot up in bed with a gasp and tears blurring your vision, which in turn disrupted Nicholas from his slumber. “What’s wrong sweetheart,” his raspy, baritone voice soothes you only slightly as his strong arms encased you, softly pulling you into his bare chest, “you look a little frightened.” Nicholas then bowed his head so he could he see your face better, only for his heart to shatter a little at how you were clenching your eyes shut and how tightly you were grasping at his arms. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know.” You whimpered, burying yourself deeper into his chest, resting your ear against his chest so you could not only feel that he was still here with you, but to also hear that he was here with you in that moment and -you’d hope- for many more in the future. “It’s nothing, it’s stupid I-“ “nothing you could say would ever make me think it’s stupid.” Nicholas cuts you off firmly, planting soft comforting kisses to your head and down your tense shoulders before pulling away to face you once more with tender eyes. “Do you feel confident enough to tell me what happened?”

“I was in a pitch black room,” you started, swallowing thickly as you opened your eyes to see his looking deeply into you as though he could see your soul through your irises, “you were there but you were walking away from me and try as hard as I did, you couldn’t hear me. You kept walking further and further away from me to the point I tried to follow after you but…I was stuck. I-,” you but back a sob, “I couldn’t move Nicholas. By the time I looked up in hopes of seeing you, you were gone and I was alone. The worst thing was…I didn’t know what I did wrong.” You finished with more tears brining your eyes from recounting your nightmare.

Nicholas tightened his grip on you when he felt you beginning to cry, clenching his jaw tightly at the fact that he couldn’t do much against a nightmare then he could against a physical threat. It pained him greatly. Sure he could make a fool out of himself by punching the air in order to see you smile, which he loved more then anything, but this nightmare had obviously taken a toll on you that being goofy would only be a tone def response.

“Then tell me to stay,” he says as you stared at him, “tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.” He finished, brining his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against your own. “I won’t let you down like I did in your nightmare. I wouldn’t dare leave you alone as without you, I’m lost. So fucking lost.” Nicholas admits.

A warmth blossomed within your chest at his confession and a small smile began to grow on your lips as you then allowed yourself to let go of his arms in order to cusp his jawline, running your thumbs across the stubble there. “Nicholas d. Wolfwood, will you stay with me?” You asked and a smile graced Nicholas’ face as he responded without much hesitation. “Forever and always, my guiding star.”

[ohitslen]

Why does your neighbor never blink dude??

Almost forgot to post these here, but hey I remembered right?:)

[karlydraws]

When your BF/resident angel has 3am breakdown and runs off into the dark and you have to go after him

Inspo: Book of Ruth on AO3

[h4venpha]

i think i find comfort in vashwood because of their unwillingness to say outloud how they care and love for one another. like CANONLY, theres so, so much they dont say, yet their actions reflect everything.

i’m pretty sure i’ve spoke on this before but i like to think that they never say more than they need to because of the world they live in, the type of people they are, the type of upbringings theyve had. it all stems back to them not really feeling worthy of the love they are offered.

wolfwood who only thinks of himself as some fucked up modified killing machine and that he believes theres no chance someone as kind hearted as vash would see the good in him, or what little there is left of the good in him. he’s done nothing but kill, he could never redeem himself, and yet vash isn’t scared nor shuns him for it even with his pacifistic ideals.

vash who has seen the brutal truth of wolfwood’s being and still decides he loves him to the very end.

vash who doesnt believe he deserves any ounce of love or commitment because he only hurts those he gets close to. it’s happened before and itll happen again, like hes a walking time bomb and everything will blow up again and the people close to him will die no matter what he does. and wolfwood who canonly sticks beside him until the end! literally calls himself his guide.

vash who has never had true companionship in his 150 years of living, and wolfwood who follows him to the ends of gunsmoke.

just up until vol10, theyre still toeing the line of the relationship theyve created. but the exact moment vash shows up and chooses to prioritize wolfwood over going after knives (the fucking thing he’s been working towards since the big fall, over a hundred years ago) is the moment he steps past that line. its so extremely open and explicit, even wolfwood asks him ‘why are you here?”

while what he says here is true yes, it also sounds like “you cannot die, i’m here to ‘save’ you because i want to live.”

then to this when wolfwood knows and accepts he will die— the sheer HORROR on vash’s face when he realizes wolfwood wont allow him to save him.

few pages ahead, vash’s monologue starts and these old panels come up. “deep down, he had become very close to me.” basically implying that back then, during the ‘shoot’ moment, they weren’t really close. and when vash accused him: “you’re the coward here.”, “you give up all hope so easily”, it was almost surface level in a way? talking to him at surface level

but now, so many chapters later when wolfwood really does give up hope, vash, with all of his developed love through out the story realizes how differently he feels now. wolfwood made him put a fucking gun to his head (giving up hope), and vash who only scolded and accused him, vs vol10 where when wolfwood gives up hope, vash feels straight terror, that he’s really going to lose him. (also the inverted panel is just so gorgeous.)

the whole “isnt that right, wolfwood?” just proves my entire point that vash’s presence here in this fight steps over the line of vulnerability they had created. he knows how he feels, and he knows that wolfwood feels the same, even if hes speaking to him indirectly.

[virgothozul]

How can anyone be normal about them is beyond me. the tragedy, the catholic imagery, the softness, the queerness, the duo of almost invincible not quite human handsome mess of individuals

This is totally from Fool in the moon by @arahir , godgodgodgod I’m not ok https://archiveofourown.org/works/44723611

the characterization ..!! NAM NAM NAM

[cosmicloak]

art for @vashwoodbigbang

fic by gemenislime,+art WeakestCoffee (both on Twitter)

more of my art: cosmicloak.carrd.co

fic/additional art link below

TW: mature themes (death), non explicit intimacy

more art: https://twitter.com/WeakestCoffee/status/1730390815082504213

[isawjamfirst]

post julai mashwood dynamic inspired by avoidingavoidance’s “come and see” on ao3

[tarteggs]

vash and wolfwood argue about ghosts, and absolutely nothing else.

a comic i made for the fic lots of people, lots of sides have been taken by procrastinatingbookworm on ao3! i really enjoyed reading it and liked the imagery a lot, so i thought it would be fun to draw something based on it!! ^^