#reading trimax lets go

[yuhi-san]

I think I should do a ‘live react’ to reading the trigun manga…

I mentioned wolfwoods introduction before but there are other things that stood out to me

Meryl bitch slapping vash was, well, a thing. clearly hurt her more than him. On one hand, chill meryl. But to be fair to her, it did work and got vash from wild screaming after suddenly bolting upright taking a breath and, albeit cryptically, actually explain. Like, vash beloved, you cannot shout at people in a wild panic right after waking from unconsciousness and expect them to think you are of sound mind. But also meryl, brutal

Vash’s other incarnations (especially stampede vash) are far more reluctant if not downright avoidant of confronting knives. Trimax vash on the other hand almost immediately goes; you want to play? Fine with me, I will come and I will beat the shit out of you (it goes not go well for vash. At all. Oof.)

on that note, wolfwood immediatelly having a crisis about the fucked up shit he just saw with vash and the angle arm and, you know, all of that (understandable my dude)

Legato very bishie. Obviously haven’t reached his tragic backstory yet but it’s immediately clear that are at least six different things wrong with that guy and every appearance just adds one more to that.

Talking about legato. That girl looking at him at the saloon is one of the things that stuck out to me a lot but not even for the obvious big reasons. Her eyes were all empty and dull until she looked at legato, who is just minding his business. And like, pretty sure its not an attraction thing going on, or whatever the hell the slave masters think. At least that’s how I see it. So I wonder what she was thinking. Why look at legato of all people like that when before she had no reaction at all?

Its literally just these two frames. Not sure why it feels like there is so much going on lol

That moment with monev the gale… trimax ties vash’s choice so strongly to rem. The image is wonderful and it hammers home how much rem and her ideals shape vash into who he is. It is a little less in your face in the 98 anime but on the other hand, johnny young bosh voice acting for vash gives the scene so much

On a funnier note, ignoring the obvious implications of it, the scar reveal is still majorly funny even without johnny young bosh’s hilarious little noises. But! Unlike the 98 anime where milly and meryl went to check on vash because they heard ruckus from his room and he was yelping, they just went to his room to go talk to him. And like… what if vash was the kind that got out of the shower all nude and got dressed in the room that he expected to be empty? Meryl, were you hoping to get an eyeful?

[thelightningstreak]

Chapter 12 for Trigun Fic, Love and Violence

Available on AO3: Start from Chapter 1 | Go to Newest Chapter

Summary: A town of humans accidentally rehabilitate a floundering, injured Knives after his deadly battle with Vash. Canon divergent gen fic.

Rated: T

[orcelito]

So I rearranged my bookshelf a bit for fitting trigun on my shelf...

Top shelf is still my persona shelf. It's way too established to change that. But I moved my assorted other fav manga volumes to the bottom shelf, leaving room for This...

It didn't Quite fit all the way, but it's close enough. This shelf is composed of my three top favorite mangas of all time, which are Also the only 3 series that I own in totality. Specifically bc theyre my favorites & I care enough about them to want to own them all lol

It's... really really nice to see them all in one place like this.

And of course. The trigun ❤️ completely worth the money I spent on them.

[screechthemighty]

No because like. Both Vash and Wolfwood are approaching this from angles where they each have a point (as someone who doesn't believe in the death penalty I agree with Vash, but as someone with a basic understanding of just war theory I also agree with WW in some ways), but that point is exaggerated and deformed by their respective traumas. And like, it's easy to point to Vash's grief as the catalyst for his hyper-pacifism, that he never got over losing Rem and can't stand the thought of "killing" her by killing the people she died to protect but like

Wolfwood. Needs to be right. When he insists that Vash can't protect people without getting his hands dirty. He needs to be right because if he's wrong, that means everything he did was for nothing. Every life he took, for nothing, because he didn't have to do it to protect what he cares about. And if that's true, then he really is a monster. It's the same mentality that makes him insist "I'm the Punisher, I'm Nicholas the Punisher" in another timeline.

And! And!! On that note!!! Vash sees that. "You give it up so easily." You lay down and accept your monsterhood so easily. You accept what they made you so easily. You drag yourself down so easily, Wolfwood. You bury that part of you that's nurturing and good, you just roll over and take it. Your true heart screams even as you try to be something monstrous, you're just in denial, and you need Vash to accept that you're right because if you're wrong then that part of you may as well die for good. I'm. Totally normal everything is fine this is fine we're all good

ETA: IS HE PUNISHING OTHERS. OR HIMSELF..........

[ladsofsorrow24]

me seeing all of these meme redraws and thinking "NO YOU GUYS HE DID NOT FUCKING DO THAT"

but then i remember... this is all just a meme why would i care about it that much lmao

[duncanor]

I love this manga but sometimes I just can't fucking tell who's talking/thinking

[alola03]

Trimax………

[silkscreaming]

Tongari," he said, at last. "Just what are you hoping to accomplish?"

Vash pressed his forehead into his knees. His eyes felt hot, stinging. He had never voiced the longing out loud. He had barely allowed himself to think it. But it had grown in him, like a seed in the darkness, quietly sending out roots, until now, just now, one pale tendril cracked the surface and came into the light.

"I want to bring you back," Vash said. "I want to try, and if I can't do it... I'll let you go."

Silence, at the edge of the orchard. Even the bees seemed to pause in their labors.

"Vash." Wolfwood's voice was thick with some uncertain emotion.

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A Trimax page for @tenshinokorin‘s absolutely incredible post-Trimax fic Black is the Color. I can’t count how many scenes from this fic I wish I could draw, but I started thumbing this out before I even finished reading. If you’ve read Trimax in its entirety and need a good balm for your soul, please give this a read and all the love <3

[ruporas]

post-trimax vash meets stampede wolfwood

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood of their Stampede versions. The comic starts with Wolfwood continuing off a conversation, saying “I didn’t mean t’say anythin’ bad to her. She just took it the wrong way. But anyway...” Wolfwood speaks with a hand gestured flippantly while Vash, who’s seated next to him, just listens. Vash thinks to himself, “Talks more about himself... Honest expressions... Immature, though he was pretty immature too.” He smiles and continues to think, “And yet...”

A panel of Vash’s eye directed now to the sky. He thinks, “Some things are bound to be the same with us...” He thinks of a memory, the version from Maximum of him and Wolfwood, back shown as they chatted underneath two moons, one moon with a hole through it. Vash continues, “Isn’t that right, W-“ His thoughts are interrupted by Wolfwood coming into a view, a close up his deadpan expression. Vash utters out “-olfwood..?” with a nervous expression. He starts to explain, “Um. Sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening, I was! So, let’s keep talking?”

Vash smiles and puts his hands together as he says, “okay?” Wolfwood glares at him with gritted teeth and Vash immediately remembers, “Right, he’s more short-tempered...” He continues to think, “Maybe Plan B works with him—“ before he’s grabbed by his coat collar aggressively and changes thoughts, “OK, never mind, brace for impact..!” But he’s surprised when he’s tugged instead, him and Wolfwood flops against the ground. Wolfwood puts an arm over Vash and says, “I don’t need to be entertained, blondie. If yer tired, we can go to sleep.”

Two close up panels of Wolfwood and Vash’s eyes looking at each other, Wolfwood taking off Vash’s glasses as he says, “Am I wrong?” Vash thinks to himself, “Actually... I was being genuine when I said I wanted to keep talking. I don’t feel tired at all. But, I think you know this body more than I do.”

Vash’s thoughts continue, “I can’t deny the me you’re fond of from being taken care of. And I could never deny your kindness. Even though...” Vash finally smiles and says, “You’re not wrong...” Wolfwood smiles back before tugging Vash closer and says, “Then, let’s sleep.” Vash asks, “Should we get a blanket?” Wolfwood asks, “Why?” before kissing Vash on the cheek, “I’ll keep you warm.” Vash puts his face into both his hands and flushes. Wolfwood smiles cheekily and asks, “What?” Vash responds, “I was caught off guard..” Wolfwood says, “You’ve said worse though.” Vash responds, “Did I...” The panel phases out and the dialogue returns to Vash’s thoughts. He thinks, “I want to stay a bit longer. Talk a bit longer.

You’re tired here too. The future is always going to be unfair to you. I want to protect you from it. I want to hold you close so you won’t go far.” The thoughts overlap the scene of Wolfwood now sleeping peacefully against Vash with an arm over him, Vash’s jacket draped against him as a blanket. Vash looks at him and a small thought bubble thinks, “He can fall asleep first...” His previous thoughts continue, “I know I can’t. I already had that chance.” A close up of Vash putting his hand over Wolfwood’s. He continues, “I wasn’t capable once, I can’t be sure I’d be capable a second time. And in a way...”

Vash’s thoughts continue with the back drop of the sky, Stampede’s sky of two moons without holes, “Some things are bound to be the same. But I know you’ll be loved again and again in a way I’d never know.” A split panel, one half contains the sleeping face of Wolfwood from Stampede, the other of Wolfwood from Trimax. In turn, the Vash lying down looking fondly at Wolfwood shifts to the post Trimax Vash while the other versions, Stampede and earlier Trimax, are faintly drawn next to him doing the same. Vash closes his eyes and finally drifts to sleep as the final text reads, “Goodnight, Wolfwood.”

[yuhi-san]

on to volume 1

Well shoutout  to the fake vash, he at least looks the part

Eriks looks like a cross between hohenheim and my friends father after he found.. enlightenment, or something like that

Okay, see, I guess everyone agrees across all versions that vash pretty damn sure knew what wolfwoods deal was all along, or at least realized it very soon. But damn trimax Wolfwood isn’t trying to hide it at all. Even if vash didn’t notice him with the other gung ho guns during the fifth moon incident… the weird priest he met for a few hours two years ago suddenly comes to track him down with the whole knives situation… that is so far beyond subtle oh man

- vash kicking the grenade (?) and then whirling away… just the look of utter what the fuck did I just witness from Wolfwood lol

Oh my god meryls new haircut is sooo cute

Milly looking both incredibly gleeful and pissed off at the same time when she shoots keele, best girl

- Wolfwood what did you do to that guy?? (also no regard for etiquette in a hospital)

“even those who normally don’t fight will pick up a gun if their loved one’s killed.” Oh, yeah. That. : /

Trimax brad does not look like he is 17, at all. Totally understand he thinks vash is a nutjob tho.

Also the people telling Wolfwood and vash to quit it and not stir up even more trouble… clearly it hits home for vash to be called disaster-prone… just to go and stir shit up even more a second later lol

[vashs-turtleneck]

Preen.

Rating: T

Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Summary: Caring for Vash when his wings sprout. CW: angst, fluff, blood, mentions of self-harm, Trimax Vash coded. Word Count: 1.4k A/N: man oh man do I love bird men.

Vash normally stays huddled up in his room on days like this. There's times where he's had to spend nights on end locked inside until his feathers would painstakingly slowly go away. He'd sit on his bed (if he even had a bed at the time) and wait until he was back to normal. He wouldn't leave, he wouldn't eat, most of the time he wouldn't even sleep. He'd just sit there, alone, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. When it was all over, he'd be in a nest of dusty sheets, surrounded by smears of blood and ripped feathers, with crimson dripping from his back from where he had agonizingly plucked at himself.

A monster, huddled away from sight.

Inhuman.

He would never dare go outside like this.

But of course, when you came around, following closely at his heel at all times, you never allowed him to hide away from you like that. You once came looking for him after his prolonged silence, and you had found him in a pitiful state – eyes rimmed red, bloody nails clutching at his own flesh like it wasn't meant to be on his bones, and most notably, white feathers sprouting from his face and wings spread out from his shoulder blades. 

He was mortified, embarrassed, scared.

This is it. You're going to see what he really is, and you're going to leave.

He went through all the stages of grief when he saw your eyes widen and your steps come to a halt. He was ready to hear your screams of terror and then never see you again. As much as he wanted to hide, he didn't look away. If you were going to run, he wanted to get one last good look at your beautiful face.

But you didn't leave him that night. You stayed awake with him, talking to him, and you had no flicker of fear or disgust when you looked at him. You didn't get too close, you didn't try to touch him, you didn't stare at him too intently (though he's sure you wanted to), and in the morning when his feathers were gone, you took him out to breakfast like it was any other day. Like nothing changed.

It took a long time to build up into letting you see him like this. Apart from that first night when you refused to leave his side after you saw the scratches on his back and the blood under his nails, he only allowed your gaze for brief moments, like when you insisted on bringing him food, and when you'd come back to scold him for not eating it. 

Eventually, you started sitting with him. You wouldn't speak. You'd simply sit in the same space as him, often in a chair in the corner, sometimes on the floor by the bed as you read a book, doodled in a sketchbook, or took a nap. No touches, no words, but still offering him a presence he's never had before when he's felt the furthest from human.

He was the first one to break the silence when he saw you using one of his shedded feathers as a bookmark of all things. You simply responded, “I like it. It's pretty,” like it was the simplest thing in the world. 

It's safe to say that nowadays, if he isn't there to greet you when you come down for breakfast in the mornings, you'll be knocking on his door within the hour.

Tonight, you're sitting on his bed, his back facing you as he sits with his knees to his chest, hiding the cracks in his face from your gaze. Your fingers gently run through his sprouted wings, picking out bits of lint and grains of sand caught in his feathers with a tenderness you always grant him, even when he's like this, when he doesn't even have the heart to look you in the eyes.

“I'm sorry, mayfly.”

“Hush. Don't be silly.”

His wings shift, slowly unfurling from around himself the longer you touch them for, as if trying to nudge into your hands for more. A part of him feels bad for liking the attention, but he doesn't want you to stop, even though the feeling of anyone touching the plumage along his back still feels so foreign to him.

“So soft,” you hum, and he feels the heat rise to his face, his cheeks dusting pink under the cracks and feathers. Something about you saying that makes his chest feel warm, despite how much he hates the part of himself you're referring to.

“You know,” you start to say, pulling his attention back to you as your gentle fingers pluck the dirt from him. “I'd like it if you stopped hiding from me whenever this happens.”

Vash winces at your words. “I don't… like it when you see me like this.” 

Don't look at me.

Don't leave me.

These wings, these feathers, these marks along his face and body – they all feel like some curse. It's not something you should be seeing, but he can't help wanting you here. It almost feels like he has to keep his wings from reaching towards you, like they have a mind of their own.

“I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving you alone,” you say back, your hands carefully running along the lengths of his wings, your palms smoothing over the feathers, and the feeling sends an involuntary shiver up his spine. “Is it bad if I like seeing you like this?”

“Heh. I don't see why you would. It's… strange. I would never blame you if you wanted to run away.” And he wouldn't. He knows this, and he knows you know this. He's told you far too many times that you should leave, that you shouldn't be around a monster like him, and sometimes he was much meaner than he ever intended to be with you. It's something he'll regret regardless of how many times he's apologized and how many times you've forgiven him. 

He just… doesn't feel like himself when he's in this state. He wants you far away, but he wants you close. He wants to scream and cry and curl in on himself until he disappears, but he wants to wrap himself around you and keep you with him in a nest of feathers until he forgets the outside world exists. His skin crawls and prickles where his feathers sprout from, and sometimes his flesh feels like it's burning, but he aches for the feeling of your hands running through his plumage. It's gotten so, so much worse since you've been around, and he doesn't know why, but he'll keep that bit to himself. No point in making you feel bad for his alien biology when he himself doesn't understand it all.

“I would never run away from you. Hell, half the time I'm struggling to keep up with you,” and his breath hitches when he suddenly feels your arms wrap around his midsection, your head resting against the bed of feathers on his back.

“I think you're beautiful, Vash. With and without wings.”

‘Beautiful.’

What a strange way of describing him.

“You like them…” he mutters quietly, more to himself than to you, like he's trying to wrap his head around what that could possibly mean. He doesn't even notice the way his feathers fluff up and bury your face in his down.

“I do, but I'm more fond of who they're attached to.”

You care, inhuman and all.

He was ready to never see you again after that first night, but you're still here, and you're preening him of all things. You've stitched his wounds, comforted him during his nightmares, held him when he's cried, but this? This is a level of intimacy he's not familiar with. It's vulnerable and selfless and loving and… so much more than he deserves, but you’re doing it for him. He has no way of repaying all the ways you've healed him. His wounds are still there, and they're far too deep to ever hope for the scars to completely fade, but your presence alone is a soothing balm he doesn't think he could ever live without again.

One day, maybe he'll look you in the eyes when you take care of him like this. Maybe he'll turn around and let you card your fingers through the feathers on his cheeks. Maybe after that, maybe when you're taking a nap, he'll hold you close in his arms like he wants to and envelop you in feathers, and he'll show you, despite how much he wishes they weren't there, how warm his wings can be.

divider source.

[orcelito]

here's... a 9th butt shot...

hard to feel gleeful about it considering uh. everything else going on rn. but i have committed to the bit. and it sure is a fuckin ass shot. Hi Vash ur hair sure has lost its oomph

[nexadarling]

Trigun Fics

Here I have compiled all my fav Trigun fics, from heart wrenching to fluffy, and everything in-between.

(Explicit fic recs are listed separately due to link limitations in Tumblr posts)

Any fic that features "+" after the word count is on-going/uncompleted. As they finish, I will add the final word count.

Please tag an author if I haven't! I tried to find them all, but there are a couple I couldn't/wasn't sure about

Enjoy!

Special shoutout to the YAT and Pen Pal Discords for providing so many of these (and writing several)

Read the tags, you know how it goes!

Waiting for me (Waiting for you) by @mariadperiad20 - 8k; Vashwood; [not rated]; Trimax/98; Soulmate AU; The Eye of Michael took Wolfwood's soulmate mark, but they can't take his soulmate; Fuck, god, okay... wow I had so many emotions reading this?? Wolfwood's self-hatred is piloting this whole thing he has so many feelings and he thinks Vash deserves so much better than him GOD

kindergarten crush by @jumpinginmuddypuddles - 12k; Vashwood; G; Modern AU; Kindergarten Teacher Vash; Wolfwood's little brother (Livio) is in Vash's class and oh no the teacher is really cute

Polyguns Presentation Night! by WateredMyCrops ( @what-immortal-hand-or-eye) - 7k; Polygun; G; Modern AU; Milly notices her partners are shy about talking about things they love, so she sets up a surprise presentation night for them

sandgrouse by Evercovi - 4k; Vashwood; G; 98 verse I think? Could also be early Trimax; Vash's birthday is coming up and Wolfwood is stressed about getting him the perfect present; They're so stupid! They're so cute!! The author's note at the end killed me in one sentence!!!!

proximity by @corvidrogue - 5k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; Touch-starved Vash has trouble accepting physical affection from anyone but Wolfwood

Strap the Wing to Me, Death Trap Clad Happily by Rayawastaken - 24k; Mashwood; T; Canon-verse; pure 100% hurt/comfort centered around Vash's wings and general eldritch horror-ness

i am a diamond on the inside (just add the pressure) by @sascake - 4k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU; Soulmate AU; tattoos show up on your soulmate, Wolfwood has A Lot, Vash kind of loves it

your touch, your glance, your hand by @procrastinating-bookworm - 1k; Mashwood; T; Canon-verse; much needed comfort for Wolfwood, on account of the hell his wrist goes through carrying that stupid cross

hold you through the night until you smile by @fionanotjuliet - 2k; Mashwood; T; Canon-verse; wing grooming ❤️❤️

i went too far (when I was begging on my knees) by @flowercitti - 4k; Vashwood; T; reincarnation through the different Trigun versions; soulmates; this is beautifully poetic and achingly sad

Miracles and Other Blunders of Providence by @aboxthecolourofheartache - 1k; Gen; T; Tristamp; Vash is delirious after Nai cuts off his arm, and Luida tries to comfort him; whump

touch me like nobody else does (lovely) by @flowercitti - 5k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; Vash tries to get rid of his wings, Wolfwood grooms them for him; pretty big self harm cw for the beginning of this

whose woods these are (i think i know) by intimatopia ( @ciaran) - 13k; Vashwood; T; Fairytale AU; Prince Wolfwood/Suspiciously magical(?) Vash; Vash runs from what he wants as per usual, Wolfwood just wants to know he'll come back

in the afterglow of an isolated heart by the14thmusician - 3k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; touch-starved Vash gets emotional after an unexpected hug, Wolfwood talks him through it

not to me, not if it's you by tickyicky - 6k; Vashwood; T; Trimax; Wolfwood struggles to help Vash through the aftermath of being run out of a town he tried to help

Never Let Me Go by Puffls ( @whimsicmimic) - 2k; Vashwood; T; Transistor AU; rewrite of the opening cut scene of the game Transistor; Vash is a singer, Wolfwood is his body guard; Wolfwood ends up in the Punisher; no I don't know how it works, yes I think it's cool as fuck; (edit: I have now played Transistor and can confidently say not only do you have to read this, you should also play Transistor for maximum emotion)

lost in the sugar rush by @pushclouds - 10k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU - Coffee shop; Wolfwood falls for the cute barista; Nai and Wolfwood have coffee-based standoffs; I was giggling to myself through this whole thing

the secret about that boy by puphf - 1k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU- College; You ever sit in your college class, bored, and think "huh wouldn't it be funny if there was a mind reader in here?" Vash does that, except his crush is the one who can read minds; this is tragically short, but it's so cute and silly I had to add it

walking in your landscape by @pushclouds - 4k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU; Vash takes a vacation trip to a farm and meets cowboy Wolfwood

Calendula by @a-bi-disaster-writing - 32k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU - College; Vash works at the greenhouse, Wolfwood works at the college daycare. He takes a tiny Rollo to visit the greenhouse and promptly falls in love with the cute blond

absol(utely) obsessed by @earlgay-milktea - 11k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU - College; Vash is president of the Pokemon society, Livio is a huge Pokemon nerd, and no one here is normal; this is pure silly, goofy fun and it made me smile so much. They're so stupid I hate them. They deserve the world

ritornello by allandnothing - 29k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU - College; Demi Vash; Seeing Vash renders Wolfwood entirely useless, Livio makes fun of him for it (that's it that's the fic); the tone and humor of this had me on the fucking floor. Might be a new comfort fic

Cheap and Cheerful by AllegedlyAnnie ( @niftyanswersorryiasked) - 13k; Vashwood; T; AU but still on NML; Vash answers a help-wanted ad for an orphanage in need of a handyman, Wolfwood sees through his bullshit in every universe; this might be the most 98/Trimax characterization I've read so far. Their banter is perfect

an odious damned lie by @riverenne - 47k; Gen with a heavy splash of Vashwood at the end; T; His Dark Materials/The Golden Compass x Trigun AU; Alternate Timeline AU; Takes place on NML, roughly in the (altered) Tristamp timeline; Good GOD I cannot possibly recommend this enough! The writing is beautiful, the daemons are perfect, and the exploration into the characters and their relationships is so!!! Amazing!!! Read it, just read it, please

the heaviness we've known by CosmicJourney ( @cosmictapestry) - 3k; Gen; T; Tristamp; Brad fixes Vash up after the events of the sandsteamer and tries to do right by his kid; I'm not gonna lie, this one hurts. It fucking hurts a lot and it doesn't get better at the end, but it's still filled with such sweetness. Just, watching someone you consider your son be Vash the Stampede is never going to be easy

a promise or a threat by  @beelzebby666 - >1k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; Super short, but an exploration of a visceral love and trust between Wolfwood and Vash; Wolfwood wouldn't stop Vash from hurting him, but Vash never would

with you, the sun rises slowly by @beesinspades - 33k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU; Wolfwood's cute neighbor loses his apartment to a fire, so he spontaneously offers to let him stay at his place while the damage is repaired; Asexual Vash!! I really like how the author handled Vash's sexuality here, and especially Wolfwood's reaction to it. It felt real (Bee I love your ace Vash tysm)

Marked by Dozycerberus - 1k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; A short look into Wolfwood's mark from the Eye of Michael and his relation to it in different Trigun canons

Sentido by @orcelito - 19k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; Vash's relationship with each of his senses, as an inhuman Plant with incredibly advanced senses. Spoiler, it's not always pleasant

tell me why your hands are cold (show me how) by desertblooms - 4k; Vashwood; T; Canon-verse; Sick fic; Whump for both of them honestly; Vash uses too much power at once and makes himself dangerously sick, Wolfwood is left to desperately try to keep him alive; This hurts, the way that Wolfwood needs Vash is so obvious in every one of his actions

Gunsmoke - A Coffee Shop/Mafia AU by evil_moo_bunny - 13k+; Vashwood; T; Modern AU - Coffee shop; Vash works at a coffee shop, Wolfwood works for redacted, Meryl and Milly work also redacted at the coffee shop with Vash, everyone has secrets, and Milly is a wonderful match maker; This is a series, but I didn't want to link both works separately

if you're looking for a sign: this is it by @elemmacil - 33k+; Vashwood; T; Modern AU; "Nicholas D. Wolfwood has taken over sign duty for Saint Michael’s. Across the street, Vash Saverem is giving out free hugs."; This is so freaking funny and cute and I am frothing at the mouth for more of it

built to die here by @jes12321 - 2k; Vashwood; T; Soulmate AU; Soulmate worries show up on your skin. Vash doesn't think he deserves his soulmate

i have a heart made for taking flight by corvidcaper ( @not-miss-marple) - 8k; Vashwood; T; 5+1; Creature Vash; Vash accidentally courts Wolfwood like a bird. It takes them a while to figure out; PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE

oceans to drown in by @hashtagcaneven - 2k; Stryfewood; T; Pirate AU; Captain Meryl challenges Wolfwood to a sword fight to earn a place on her ship, the most sexually charged sword fight follows; Vash is a siren in this which isn't super important to the plot but it is important to me; Kuro you have the honor of being the only Stryfewood fic on this list lol

your pride like water in your lungs (drowns all the words it stole) by haveloved ( @markcampbells) - 3k; Vashwood; T; Trimax; Wolfwood helps Vash deal with his phantom limb pain; please god there is much emotion in this tiny little fic Vash why are you like that please just kiss the man!!!!!

the monster in the ruins of ship five by @beesinspades - 48k+; Vashwood; T; Tristamp; Creature Vash; After Julai, Wolfwood searches for Vash. What he finds is a creature in the shell of a space ship; VASH GETS THE ZOOMIES; this version of creature Vash is so delightful, Wolfwood's inner monologue is perfect, Sheryl and Lina are The Best

Guardian Angel by @hypermoyashi - 5k; Vashwood; T; Post-Trimax; A year after the events of Trimax, Vash hears Wolfwood's voice; Let this fic be known as how to cry in less than 5k; this is very bittersweet, but it is precious and so worth a read

Apiculture by TiltingPlanet - 5k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU; Beekeeper Vash; Wolfwood helps take the orphanage kids to the farmer's market and meets a very cute beekeeper; this is short and sweet and cute and Wolfwood's kids are so silly

you know i tell the truth (we are just the same) by haveloved ( @markcampbells) - 2k; Vashwood; T; Trimax; After the Ark, Vash and Wolfwood talk about what they've been through to become what they are. Or, you know, as much as they talk about anything; I am shaking these two and begging through tears for them to get their shit together just once

ghosting by @orcelito - 22k; Vashwood; T; Modern AU - early 2000s; T4T; Vash owns a B&B that he's pretty sure is haunted, Milly and Meryl convince Wolfwood to exorcise the ghost for him. Wolfwood is not an exorcist; I injected this directly into my bone marrow actually; Wolfwood and Vash are so outrageously down bad for each other, I love them; This also deals beautifully with just the grieving process in general. I wanna give Vash such a huge hug

you can spend all your love making time by Anonymous- 7k; Vashwood; M; Post-Trimax fix it (this is my new canon)

white pony by tagteamme ( @phaltu) - 10k; Vashwood; M; Vampires and Demons AU (but still on NML); Vash comes into town searching for a "creature of the night," Wolfwood is the crux of the community as the charismatic priest

Make it to Daybreak by @hypermoyashi - 161k+; Vashwood; M; Demon Slayer AU

In the Next Life by @orcelito - 109k+; Vashwood; M; post-Trimax time travel (fix it?) AU; Vash goes back in time to try to make things better, but he still carries the weight of what he went through

End Racism in the OTW | wild horses couldn't drag me away by littleghost ( @ghostlandtoo) - 8k; Vashwood; M; Wild West AU; Wolfwood's POV of End Racism in the OTW | a kind heart to haunt (E)

all the blood that you still owe by @procrastinating-bookworm - 4k; implied Mashwood; M; Tristamp; Tristamp Wolfwood takes too many vials, and Vash and Meryl try their best to take care of him

Figure Me Out by WateredMyCrops ( @what-immortal-hand-or-eye) - 33k; Vashwood; M; Canon-verse; 5+1 of Vash being inhuman and Wolfwood showing him he doesn't care; really check the tags on this one

Open Me Up by WateredMyCrops (@what-immortal-hand-or-eye) - 47k; Vashwood; M; Canon-verse; part 2 of the above, but this time Wolfwood gets Known; for real, check the damn tags

Something Fruity, Something Sweet by frankiesin ( @wolfwoodweddingdress) - 11k; Vashwood; M (I think it should be E tho); Modern AU - Coffee shop; Vash is a Starbucks customer with an insane sweet tooth, Wolfwood is just fucking in love with him

Someday out of the Blue by @tenshinokorin - 11k; Vashwood; M; Post-Trimax/reincarnation AU; 100 years after the end of Trimax, Vash runs into a man with the same name and face as his Wolfwood; I put off reading this for so long cause I knew it would make me sad. And it did! But it was also so cute and sweet and warm. And also thinking about it makes me want to cry, but read it anyway pls

I Believe in the Kingdom Come by @tenshinokorin - 17k; Vashwood; M; Sequel to above fic; Post Trimax fix-it/reincarnation AU; Vash and Nick are still together, though they both have their secrets. Wolfwood is closer than anyone realizes

i know i'm known for giving love away by molotovhappyhour - 18k; Vashwood; M; Post-Trimax; Wolfwood stays at a haunted house in the middle of the desert to try to get rid of the spook; The spook is not, in fact, very good at being spooky... and something feels familiar about it, he just can't quite recall why....; This made me wanna cry for so many good reasons, holy shit! And such good story telling UGH

his keeper by princecl0ud - 11k; Vashwood; M; Canon-verse; Vash disappears after a skirmish and is gone so long that the gang starts to give up, but Wolfwood can't let him go so easily; Vash had no clue anyone would be so dedicated in looking for him

Like Petals in a Storm by @maadskittlez29 - 5k; Vashwood; M; Canon-verse Hanahaki AU (w/ a happy ending of course); When Wolfwood realizes what's happening to him, he resolves to hide it from Vash as long as he can, then leave when things are too bad to handle. Of course, things don't exactly go to plan

Fatherhood Looks Good on You by frankiesin ( @wolfwoodweddingdress) - 62k; Vashwood; M; Modern AU - Roommates; Social worker! Wolfwood; Vash comes to Wolfwood with a desperate plea to help him adopt two children, and Wolfwood has never been good at saying no to the man he's in love with

Black is the Color by @tenshinokorin - 15k; Vashwood; M; Post Trimax fix-it/resurrection; Three years after the events of Trimax, Vash realizes his hair is coming back in blond. He also realizes he's not as alone as he thought he was

The Courtship of Nicholas D Wolfwood by @screamingshark - 107k+; Vashwood; M; Modern AU; Mermaid AU where Plants are mermaids and working with humans in research facilities; Wolfwood is a new security guard at the institute where Vash and Nai reside. Vash decides to court the hell out of him (no one thinks to inform Wolfwood that that's what's happening)

you are my religion and my religion is you by reddiextozier - 7k; Vashwood; M; Modern AU; Vash confesses his thoughts to his priest; I do think this should really be E, but regardless it's a really fun read. This fandom has given me a penchant for vw fucking in confessionals whoops

Cryptobotany - The Study of Plants That May or May Not Exist by @puffinpastry - 61k+; Vashwood; M; Modern AU - Appalachia; Creature Vash; Wolfwood and Livio find a creature? person? that has crash landed in the forest and can't bring themselves to leave him there. Especially not with evidence of a harsh past on his body; okay okay LOOK I know I'm so biased about creature Vash but this is so good okay the world building and Vash's characterization and KNIVES!! CHRONIC ILLNESS WOLFWOOD

home is just a room full of my safest sounds by halfdemonvash - 29k+; Vashwood; M; Modern AU - Neighbors; Wolfwood takes in a cat only to find her rightful owner lives literally across the hall from him. He gets too attached to both of them very quickly; cat dad Wolfwooooooddd!!!! And him and Vash are so cute and Kuroneko is a little shit I love her so much

if only the rain were gasoline by halfdemonvash - 5k; Vashwood; M; Wolfwood takes a bullet for Vash. Emotions ensue; god I have so many of this author's stuff on my lists lol if anyone knows their tumblr pls tell me so I can tag them? I clearly love their writing

i sought him whom my soul loved by molotovhappyhour - 20k; Vashwood; M; Vash doesn't age, but Wolfwood is reborn after every life and at some point is hit with the full force of his past lives. He always seeks out Vash; crying in the club about this one! Fellas is it gay to search the planet time and time again in every lifetime for the same person? To wait every time to be found, never knowing when that time may be? I hate it here

Gun to a Bar Fight by ValiantRose ( @sleepyartcryptid) - 11k; Vashwood; M; Modern AU; VW get caught up in a bar fight and kind of maybe feel stupidly drawn to each other; shaking these dumbasses they're so cute I hope they get married

whispers (of the damned) by ValiantRose ( @sleepyartcryptid) -2k; Vashwood; M; this is just... a very Moment of the two of them being so tired but so in love and glad to have not lost each other yet again

come and see by @avoidingavoidance - 427k+; Vashwood; M; Canon Divergance; I'm gonna be so honest with you guys I have not read this cause the word count scares the absolute fuck out of me, but every time this fic updates it is all I see on my dash and twitter timeline

Make Light Work by @hypermoyashi - 77k; Vashwood; M; Tristamp; T4T; Vash wakes up with severely impaired vision and has to learn to adapt; The description of this as Vash navigates his world with barely any ability to see is honestly just so fucking good

if you scrolled this far down, you're so fucking gay, i love you

[imustbenuts]

nuts reading trigun in japanese 5 - vash is. super good with kids

disclaimer: more triangulation purposes etc etc

so i mentioned before in my part 3 that the japanese language has an inbuilt hierarchy quirk to it. and i kind of noticed this nuance getting somewhat lost in the english translation, either because again i have skill issues with english, or that EN inherently doesnt come with the same quirk.

elaborating a bit more: this hierarchy of position/standing can be determined by age, profession, occupation, and experience. in terms of hard priority, age and profession tends to take precedence over everything else.

this means effectively, vash being over 150 should be top dog and given respect in JP/Asian context (respect your elders! or else!!), but because he 1) looks 24, 2) uses very immature speech with strangers, 3) uses boku, hes effectively keeping his head down and posing as a dumbass schmuck.

ヴァッシュの兄貴　行っちまうのか！？ Big bro Vash, you're leaving?! (兄貴 = aniki = big bro but informal and can be used for no blood relations)

so schmucky that he has no problems handling children. in fact, in the JP version during his departure on the sand steamer, the kids call him Big Bro Vash. twice! so he's earned their adoration in no time flat.

ヴァッシュの兄貴—ッ Big Bro Vash!!

leaving the translation like that ^ wouldnt flow well in english, so rip. also. cute scene.

and yet his meeting with Kaite is chaotically bad to say the least. i mean, he even gets drugged and knocked out. Kaite does not respect the guy who gave him food at all and plans to seemingly feed him 3 meals a day for the entire trip. so how? well.

once Brilliant Dynamites Neon comes in and turns things serious, Vash's starts doing a few interesting things.

skipping forward this and that. after getting almost blown off the sand steamer, vash holds onto kaite and they both cling on for dear life:

もうちょっと登れば通風口があるよ mou chotto noboreba tsuufucou ga aru yo If we can climb a little higher there's a ventilation duct そーか　そーか　今行こうすぐ行こう souka souka ima ikou sugu ikou Okay, okay, let's get going right now!

added romanji and color to highlight how vash is repeating phrases in his line. the そーか　そーか souka souka and 行こう 行こう ikou ikou repeats are there as if to 1) make himself sound immature, and 2) to reassure kaite that things are under control.

only touching on the bottom right panel. another possible reading of that line:

助けて頂いてありがとうございましただろう Situations like these are where you should say "thank you very much for saving my life" instead!

はいそーでした!!!

Now say it!!!

he's chiding kaite and doing the very asian adult thing of teaching the youngin manners in terms of tone. but in a stern funny way no offense taken way bc, as you might have noticed...

vash is deliberately putting himself on the same level as a kid. in tone in standing in speech. hes not being condescending. hes not lording his status as an adult over a child. (something something christ like but in the context of jp... hehe.)

this is ultimately what gets tough nut kaite to trust vash to get down to business to defeat The Neon. even without the words hes visually getting himself to be on the same (eye) level with kaite. i think its so good alsdjfdsa

kaite starts crying after thinking of his dad and regretting what he's done, gets caught in a regret reflection loop, but vash brings him back to reality. like this:

な に を 感 傷に ひ た って る か な こい つ は

another reading of this "What the hell are getting all sentimental for now ya brat?!" line might be "What. Good. Is. It. To. Lose. Your. Grip. On. Yourself. Now. You. Dummy?!"

with this he puts kaite's head back into reality and readjusts both their priority.

so again. vash just. is good with kids. his emotional intelligence is through the fucking roof as proven by all the other moments throughout tristamp and trimax*

idk its warms me bc. the asian confucius hierarchy is so... yuck. im technically of chinese descent so i know how fucked it is. so. vash is really cool with this slightly extra japanese asian hierarchy context.

i think this aspect of vash is something i dont see in english fanworks a lot, and not in the same tone. on the other hand, i do see this a lot in the jp fanworks. so idk exactly what factors or if im looking in the wrong places, but yeah. vash is good with kids. just like wolfwood.

again, studio orange understood the assignment and gave some of that dynamic here to Tonnis.

are they called studio orange bc im meant to squeeze stampede for all its worth or what. stampede is actually incredible to me im in awe.

bonus:

the jp version of the left text says roughly:

"I'm cursed!! I must be! By either the reaper or a god of misfortune and or more!!"

yeah he specifically says Shinigami and Binbougami. i dont think that would translate well in en bc this kinda throws the catholicsm theme into a bit of a tailspin LMAO. (also. the Ore here. note the context.)

[whatever-you-can-give-me]

i'm not a "vashwood was always canon" truther i think that's a reductive reading of the text (and in fact i think it's much more likely that the centrality of vash and wolfwood's relationship to the text as a whole snuck up on nightow and beaned him in the back of the head with 2x4)

however.

[ID: A page from Trigun Maximum Volume 10, Issue 4, Vision of Death. Wolfwood throws himself forward and shouts "Spikey!!", then trips when a dagger hits him in the thigh. As he falls towards Vash, Vash shouts Wolfwood's name and drops his gun to reach out and catch him. Panels of Vash's outstretched hand and their shouting faces are shown as Vash narrates, "That is why after all was said and done, I wanted to share my tomorrows with him. Don't you agree... Wolfwood?" End ID]

that is why, after all was said and done, i wanted to share my tomorrows with him.

vash doesn't really want anything, over the course of trimax — he wants small, immediate things. for people not to die. for knives to stop. there's no indication of what he'd do after he's pulled the brake on knives' bbeg machinations.

for all his talk of blank tickets, we never really know where it is he wants to go — his blank ticket is a sentencing. there will always be a tomorrow, but there's no point planning for it.

he knows, before this, that what he wants will end up being torn from his hands. it's the first lesson of trimax. i was really happy with my life here.

AND YET! AND YET! he lets himself. for just a moment. want something. want a future. want a real, tangible future. it's the only thing he really wants.

don't you agree, wolfwood?

[jellys-compendium]

He Wears it Better

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Dad!Vash x F!Reader Summary: Vash has fantasized about fucking you in an apron multiple times, but you being his clever wife, end up playing the uno reverse card ;) Cw: smut, apron kink, vanilla sex, p in v sex, creampie, oral (m!receiving), sub to dom Vash, switch!reader, marking/hickeys, praise, established relationship, domestic fluff, cheesy flirting (hello, it's Vash) Wc: 4K A/n: The infamous apron returns. This fic can be read as a standalone, but if you're wanting all the brainrot, I recommend reading Aprons are Sexy and chapter 2 of my Spicy Dad!Vash drabbles. If you want more Dad!Vash check out my Trimax series.

A delicious aroma is the first thing that greets you when you enter your home. Kicking off your work boots onto the dusty welcome mat, you take a moment to breathe in the comforting smell. It mingles with the cool air of your home, a welcome reprieve from the grueling morning chores that you’d been occupied with since the crack of dawn.

Piping up, your stomach growls in a vie with your thoughts for your attention. But, you elect to ignore the demanding thing. You have a couple of things to finish up before you’re able to sit down for lunch. 

Securing your grip on the heavy pail in your right hand, you make your way into the kitchen. With each step you take, the comforting smell intensifies along with the hissing sound of bubbling oil.  

“Hey honey!”

You stop dead in your tracks and stare. Vash is standing by the stove, greeting you with a big smile and also, coincidentally, wearing nothing except his jeans and your ruffled, frilly, lacey, red apron. 

Vash looks…breathtaking.

Your gaze first lingers on the ties that sit perfectly at his waist, outlining the filled out yet still inexplicably muscular and lean dad bod he’s acquired over the last few years. The sweetheart cut at the neckline perfectly accentuates all of Vash’s assets from the waist up, and you can’t help but feel a salacious little lick of heat pool in your tummy at the thought of exploring every little part of him with your lips.

Eyes continuing to indulge in the sight that is your husband, you move up to Vash’s tousled, long black hair. It sits in a messy half top knot, the loose ends brushing delicately along the tops of his muscular shoulders. 

By the time you make it to his sky, blue eyes, Vash rewards your very unsubtle appreciation of him with a cheeky wink.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

His teasing ignites your own playful spirit, making your soul feel joyful and light despite the tiredness in your flesh and bones. Vash has always had that effect on you. 

“I wouldn’t say the cat has it.” You smile coyly as you make your way towards the kitchen table. With a grunt, you manage to hoist the large pail in your hands up and onto the wooden slab. 

“More like it was stolen by my handsome husband and that sweetheart neckline. You don’t suppose I’d be able to come closer and have a more thorough look?”

Vash lets out a girlish gasp at your flirtatious suggestion, jokingly covering the parts of his exposed chest with one of his arms.

“Pervert.” He accuses. “What’s gotten into my sweet, little wife?”

“My irresistible tease of a husband, that’s who!”

Your combined laughter fills the space in the kitchen, bubbling and joyful, the levity of the moment is a cathartic release for the both of you. With the ranch, home renovations and four children to care for, things have been so mind bogglingly busy that it has left little time for either you or Vash to unwind, much less time to unwind while in each other’s company.   

It feels…really nice. Just like old times.

As the laughter dies down, Vash returns his attention to the frying pan while you begin to pull out the massive tomas eggs that you’d collected that morning from the pail. Now, the only question is where in No Man’s Land are you going to store these?

“Whoa.”

Looking up at Vash, your smile widens when you see that his eyes are wide with wonder as he studies the collection of eggs on the kitchen table.

“Are those from Betty?”

You nod, picking up one of the enormous eggs and cradling it with both hands.

“You shouldn’t be so surprised, she’s the biggest girl on the ranch.” 

You study the egg in your hands through the kitchen light above, making sure that there’s no little stowaways beneath the shell.

“I figure one of these is enough to feed a family of six at least.”

“Or the twins.” Vash quips with a chuckle.

Oh boy.

Despite Vash’s playful tone, he hit the nail on the head. The stomachs on those two are positively bottomless. Thank goodness for the ranch, otherwise Luca and Layla would eat you all out of house and home.

“Well, those two little handfuls have to get that limitless energy from somewhere right?”

Vash nods.

“That’s why I’m getting a head start on supper. Have to give them something to fill their bellies when they come back from their play date. Unless you want them to tear up our house again.”

“Yeah, no. Let’s avoid that.”

Finishing with the eggs, you make your way over to Vash and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. Vash hums appreciatively at your touch, the pleasant vibration of his affirmation soothes you as you stand on your tip toes and peer over his shoulder at the food he has sizzling in the frying pan.

“Croquettes?”

Vash nods, a proud smile spreading across his face as he glances at you from over his shoulder.

“The kids have been begging for me to make them for days now. Thought I’d whip up a batch for a little Friday surprise.”

You can practically feel your heart melting in your chest at the sweetness of Vash’s gesture. He truly is one of the most caring and loving fathers you’d ever known. Everyday, in spite of the paralyzing guilt and trauma he harbors, Vash always tries his best to give his children the childhood he’d never had. One that’s full of love and comfort and trust. 

And of course, while there are some days that are harder than others, the proof of that pure and genuine joy lies in his smiles. Those soft and warm smiles that crinkle the skin at the corner of his eyes while wordlessly conveying all those feelings he cannot put to words.

Rising up on your tiptoes again, you tap on Vash’s shoulder and press a tender kiss to his cheek when he turns his head to look at you.

“You’re the sweetest papa ever.” You softly whisper. “The kids are going to love them.”

Landing back on your heels, you wrap your arms tighter around Vash’s waist, hugging him closely from behind. Vash’s body relaxes at your touch, his heat melting into your own. Signing contentedly, you rest your face between his shoulder blades and pamper the scarred skin on his back with soft little kisses.

You wish you could spoil Vash like this everyday, but the organized chaos that is now your shared family life makes indulging in these private little moments difficult. The least you can do is make good on the promise the two of you made to each other on that emotional night years ago. To protect the life you all shared together.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hmm?” Vash hums, turning off the stove before transferring the sizzling croquettes to the paper towel covered plate he’d set out earlier. “I’m feeling great, why’re you asking?”

“It’s just…” You pause, contemplating how you’re going to put that anxious little worry at the back of your brain into words. Vash patiently waits for you to continue, the sizzling of the oil fading into a light popping sound by the time you find your voice. 

“We’ve been so busy. Having the twins, purchasing and restoring this ranch, rescuing and caring for all those toma, keeping up with our jobs to make ends meet…it’s been a lot on us.”

Wordlessly, Vash removes the cast iron skillet from the burner and turns off the stove before turning to face you. The playful glint in his eyes is long gone, now replaced with that steely seriousness that is also very much a part of him.

“Do you have any regrets?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you shake your head.

“Never.”

Vash heaves a sigh of relief, his big arms coming to wrap around you in a tight hug, pressing your face to his chest as he holds you close.

“Neither do I.” Vash reassures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Sure, there have been some days that have been exhausting, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You smile against the fabric of that silly, frilly red apron.

“Even when you have to check for monsters under the bed at one in the morning?”

Vash chuckles.

“Even then.”

You snuggle closer, reciprocating  your husband’s bear hug with a cozy one of your own. But as you press your body flush against Vash’s, the air abruptly shifts, and the warm and homey energy that engulfs the two of you changes into one that is anything but.

“Speaking of regrets,” Vash’s voice drops to a low purr as his hands begin traveling downwards. His lips hover over the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending delighted shivers down your spine as his hands firmly cup your ass.

“I do miss our alone time, mayfly.”

Without missing a beat you kiss him, swallowing Vash’s surprised little gasp by caressing his tongue with your own. Giving into your desire, your hands so eager to explore, slip under that slutty little apron to play with your husband’s chest. 

Vash hums, returning your kiss with one of equal fervor as your right hand gently traces the grate over his heart while your left finds and teases his remaining scarred nipple.

A shudder courses through Vash as he groans hotly against your lips, pressing his big body closer to yours and deepening the kiss.

Encouraged by his reaction, you tease at his chest for a few moments longer before your hands travel lower, slipping out of the apron at the waist to bypass the tie. You slip back under, sucking lewdly on Vash’s tongue while your eager hands tease the skin at the hem of his jeans.

Releasing Vash’s mouth, you sensually whisper.

“Let’s get these off.” 

Vash nods, a soft little whimper that he no doubt tried to hide manages to escape this throat. You bite your lip, clenching your thighs together as a wave of heat pools in your core. Fuck, he sounds so damn good when he’s needy.

Popping the button of Vash’s jeans, your fingers make quick work of unzipping his fly. The purring rumble of the zipper’s descent makes you near dizzy with anticipation and it must be having the same effect on Vash, because no sooner do you get the thing down does he claim your lips with his.

Humming happily into Vash’s kiss, your fingers explore along his dark, curly, happy trail. He’s not wearing anything underneath. Perfect.

Wiggling a bit in Vash’s grasp, he immediately understands your intent and lets you go, giving you one more final peck on the lips before you lower yourself onto your knees and pull his pants all the way down to his ankles. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Vash reaching behind his back, no doubt in an attempt to undo the apron’s tie, but you stop his hands in an instant.

“Leave it on.”

Vash blinks dumbly at you for a moment, then an adorable blush spreads across his cheeks. You watch, devilishly pleased at yourself as it travels all the way up to his ears.

“You really are a pervert.”

Smiling sweetly, you press a frisky little peck to his apron covered groin.

“Only for you, Vash.”

Once you slip off Vash's pants completely, you take a moment to admire him. Unsurprisingly, he’s an absolute sight to behold. 

His long black hair frames his pretty, flushed face. His bright blue eyes are wide and brimming with erotic anticipation. The red apron that so perfectly accentuates his frame matches the cerise color of his cheeks, highlighting his adorable sheepishness at having you admire him so openly like this.

“You’re so beautiful, Vash.”

His blush deepens and the bulge between his legs twitches, demanding your attention from behind the obscure fabric of the apron. 

With your heart hammering in your chest, you place Vash’s discarded jeans under your knees to help you feel more comfortable. Then, propping yourself up, you delicately run both of your hands up his legs, purring with satisfaction once they land on Vash’s meaty thighs.

“Mayfly.”

Gently, you massage the soft yet firm flesh you find there, your fingers occasionally brushing along the sporadic tufts of Vash’s body hair. Another insecurity of his, caused by all the scar tissue he possesses.

“Lift it up?” You softly ask, gaze falling from his to eyeball the apron’s skirt. “Let me see how pretty you look.”

Vash’s blush deepens, but he does as you command, bunching that ruffled red fabric in his big hands before lifting it up to expose himself.

You don’t even bother restraining your moan of pleasure. 

Vash is gorgeous. He always has been.

Leaning in, you press a kiss to Vash’s semi hard cock, paying special attention to the scar along the side that he used to be so self-conscious about. Vash releases a shuddering breath as he watches you toy with him, his fingers tightening in the apron’s fabric as the muscles beneath his soft skin tense.

“You’re so handsome.” You murmur in between kisses. “The apron really suits you.”

Vash groans, his eyelids drooping as he intently watches your lustful display.

“That should be my line.”

You slip his cock into your mouth, his unique taste making you groan. Vash sighs, a whisper of your name dancing off his tongue as he leans back and savors the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his cock.

Pooling your saliva, your tongue swirls and teases his glands, flicking along his slit and savoring the little drop of precum he produces before taking him deeper into your mouth. Vash’s breath hitches, a soft whine escaping his lips as his thighs shudder beneath your fingertips. 

“So good.” He praises through panting breaths. “Feels so good, sweetheart.”

You close your eyes, willing your throat to relax as you slowly take in a deep breath through your nose. Then, you swallow Vash down to the hilt. 

Your husband gasps, nearly spending himself down your throat the instant he feels your hot, wet mouth sucking him in so deep. But, Vash restrains himself, and so do you. He’s big, your fingernails dig into his thighs as you fight against the gag that pulses at the back of your throat.

“Oh mayfly—oh fuuuck.”

With Vash’s pleasured moan egging you on, your tongue slips out to lick at his heavy sack. Vash groans, his hips involuntarily thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth at the sensation. But the moment he hits the back of your throat, you gag fiercely and immediately pull yourself off of him, coughing and sputtering. 

A curse flies from Vash’s lips and his hands are immediately on you, stroking your hair and cheeks, soothing you as he desperately attempts to make sure you’re alright.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You manage to reassure him after you catch your breath. Once you’ve composed yourself, you encourage Vash to stand again, then lean back in and press a kiss to his shaft before lifting his cock and pressing it flush against his navel. 

Now that you have access to pamper his sensitive frenulum, you do just that. Laving your tongue across the expanse of his skin, you purr with satisfaction as you trace the bump and groove of his scar with your tongue. 

“You’re really cute when you’re excited.”

A pouty little frown crosses your husband’s features at your words.

“I can’t help but feel like you’re teasing me.”

Grinning, you suck along his length, running your mouth teasingly from base to tip before popping his glands into your mouth. Vash’s breath explodes from his lungs in a rush as he watches you pamper the head of his cock. But your lithe little fingers don’t escape the humanoid typhoon’s notice.

Eagerly, Vash watches, near breathless as you reach down to unbutton your own jeans and sink your hand into your panties. 

Vash groans, another thick drop of precum escaping him as he watches you pleasure yourself while shamelessly sucking on his cock. 

“I’ll admit,” You breathe, releasing him from your ministrations for a moment. “I’m teasing you a little. But I want you to know that when I’m complimenting you, I’m being completely sincere.” 

Giving Vash’s cock another kittenish lick, you remove your now soaked hand from your panties and wrap your slick fingers around him, stroking his dick up and down while looking directly into those boundless sky blues.

“You’re really cute, Vash.”

Vash groans at your words, his entire body quivering oh so sweetly in your hands. Licking his lips, Vash leans back against the stove and you waste no time sinking back down on his cock, sucking on him until he starts to arch and twitch in your mouth.

“M-mayfly, if you keep this up I’m—aaahh!”

You stop sucking, cradling his leaking glands on your tongue as you stroke the rest of him.

“Do you want to cum right here or…”

The hungry look in your husband’s eyes is all the answer you need.

You let him go, chuckling as Vash lets out an adorable little whine at the loss of your touch.

“Sit on the chair.”

Immediately, Vash does as you ask, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs and plopping himself down. 

Once he’s situated, you peel off your own jeans and panties and unbutton the plaid shirt you’d stolen from him this morning. Once you’re fully exposed from the waist down, you crawl onto Vash’s lap, his hands sliding up your thighs before resting on the cradle of your hips. 

Smiling, you reach up to cup his face. Vash’s sigh of pleasure as you lean forward to kiss him is one of the most achingly beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

“I’ve fantasized about this, you know.” Vash murmurs against your mouth, the confession a deep drawl in his chest, turning you on even more. You moan as Vash pulls you down on top of him, trapping his cock beneath the apron and your sex as he desperately seeks friction against your slick folds. 

“Making love to you like this, except you were the one wearing the apron.”

You laugh and seal his lips with a slow and passionate kiss, hips rolling like liquid as you grind back against him.

“You wear it better.” 

“Debatable.”

At the edge of your restraint, you reach down and pull the apron up, exposing Vash again before grasping his cock and raising your hips. Vash purrs with anticipation as you steady yourself against him by placing your free hand on his chest. You glide his cock head between your folds, preparing yourself while drenching him in your arousal.

Vash bites his lip, his fingers tightening their grip and digging into the fat on your hips as his eyes glaze over with unrestrained lust.

“Sit on it, love. Use my cock to make yourself feel good. Please, let me serve you.”

Shuddering, you nestle the head of Vash’s cock at your entrance, then in perfect harmony, the two of you exhale pleasured moans as you sink down and take Vash’s thick cock all the way down to the base in a single thrust.

“Ah! S-so perfect.” You gasp, eagerly receiving Vash’s sloppy kisses as you ride him. “Filling me up so good, baby. Give me more!”

Vash’s eyes squeeze shut as he cries out with pleasure, his hips pathetically thrusting up into you as bounce on his dick. Wanting to make Vash melt even more, your hands slip back under his apron and squeeze his chest, pinching and toying with his perked and sensitive nipple while your teeth graze the thick column of his throat. 

“So pretty,” You groan, sucking at his pulse point, nibbling and bruising the skin below your tongue. Vash’s grip tightens, no doubt excited at the thought that everyone who’ll lay eyes on him tomorrow will know exactly who it was that put that pretty little hickey on his neck.

“M-mayfly. Oh god, I—”

Vash’s words are interrupted by a high pitched moan, a desperate curse falling from his lips as his cock twitches and pumps another glob of precum inside you. He’s so close.

Your mouth travels to his ear, your harsh breaths creating pretty little goosebumps all along his flesh as you make your way.

“Don’t hold back. Go ahead and fill me up. Come as much as you want, angel.”

The moment those words leave your mouth, Vash abruptly wraps his strong arms around you and hoists you up into the air, holding you tightly against him so as not to let you fall.

At the mercy of his flurry of movement, Vash’s name escapes you in a surprised gasp. You wrap your arms around his neck as he turns the both of you around and sits your bare ass down on the chair he had just occupied.

Releasing him, your hands reach down to brace yourself on the seat. Vash growls, eyes feral and hungry as he holds your legs apart, stretching you wide open before he starts to pound desperately into your swollen cunt.

“Oh fuck, mayfly” His voice is a desperate whine, making the coiling heat in your tummy tighten as your pussy squeezes down around him, milking him in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Vash clenches his teeth, groaning as he thrusts harder, the weight of him and the wet slap of his body on top of yours making you cry out with abandon.

“V–Va—ash!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, honey. I’ve been waiting to fuck you like this for so long. Having you moaning and arching and feeling so good under me. Fuck, you’re so wet, taking me in so easily. Does fucking me in your apron really turn you on?”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head, Vash’s dirty words making you squirm and gush around him all the more.

“Y-yes!” You mewl, back arching as Vash rewards your honesty with a deep thrust that nearly has you coming right then and there.

“Good,” Vash growls, his right hand reaching up to your breasts, releasing them from your bra so he can sensually torture your hardened nipples with tongue and teeth.

“Feels so good, you’re so incredible Vash—ahhh—I can’t think straight!”

“Don’t,” Vash groans, releasing your breasts and wrapping his strong arms around you, cradling you close as his pace slows to a sensual, deep glide.

“Don’t think, mayfly.” His teeth are on your jaw, moving up to bite on your earlobe. “Just feel good. Just feel good with me.”

Your whimper Vash’s name like a prayer. Your trembling legs wrap around his hips as the lewd feeling of your combined fluids drips down onto the seat of the chair. He’s made such a mess out of you, you need to return the favour. 

Reaching down, you grab the apron’s waist tie and use it as leverage as you meet Vash’s slow and deep thrusts with a wicked roll of your hips, your walls clamping down on him, begging for his hot load of cum.

Vash moans as the two of you lock eyes, speechless and trembling as you drown in one another’s electric ecstasy. Your bodies grind and writhe against the other, until finally, with choked moans and muscles seizing, you and Vash reach the peak of your shared pleasure in breathless unison. 

You hold one another, panting and whispering babbled praise and love as you ride out your orgasms together. Once the two of you finally come down from your high, you stare at Vash. He’s panting, his chest and shoulders heaving, but despite his exhaustion, his signature charming smile spreads across his handsome face.

“You’re so pretty.” He coos drunkenly.

“Pffft.”

You can’t help but giggle at Vash’s dopey, lovey-dovey expression. God, you love this man. To the moon, and back, and then some.

“So are you. Giving me a run for my money in that apron.”

Vash’s smile widens, his eyes light up with a mischievous gleam as his dark brows wiggle.

“Well, how about next time we get a matching pair, mayfly?”

dividers by @/saradika