063. Destitute
♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader
♡ Word count - 0.5k
♡ Warnings - none
♡ Description: You revisit the past. What could have been?
A follow-up chapter to this chapter of 150 Bullets.
Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.
He stands alone before the house.
It’s quiet. The whole town is.
Just a ghost town, a shadow of what was.
Your home.
Once filled with new light and laughter, now a shell of its former self. Piles of sand have built up in front of the windows; sandstorms must have hit recently. He can’t see inside; it’s too dark. But he can imagine the hallway, the living space, the small kitchen you both danced around in many nights, listening to the radio.
Vash can’t stop looking at it. The door hangs off the hinges where the group of hired thugs busted through months ago. He still remembers your scream. How quickly they charged in, how quickly old habits returned, how he dispatched the intruders in your home.
You survived, but the damage was done. More thugs came looking for you, for Vash’s bounties, making a mess of the town while they were at it. The townsfolk grew suspicious, didn’t quite believe your names or identities anymore. Children were told to stay away, and soon rocks were being thrown in through the windows with paper threats tied around them, people spitting in your direction. It wasn’t long before you and he were packing up like old times and leaving before the pitchforks and torches could come out. The tears in your eyes as you looked around the inside had been too heartbreaking for Vash to bear.
Now, the town stands alone, with no carers or inhabitants. Who can say what caused its downfall? So many things can go wrong in a town on No Man’s Land. But Vash is sure of one thing:
It’s his fault. All his fault.
He should have known better than to hope.
If he had just been born normal, if he could just be normal, instead of…of…
Your hand is placed in his. The spiraling stops.
“Hey,” you murmur, leaning into his side. Vash’s arm comes up and around your shoulders. You both stare at this derelict building before you.
Here stands what was once your hopes and dreams. A place to stay – a real safe place. To build a home. A family, maybe. The hinge on the door squeals as a breeze brushes by. Vash wonders if the key is still sitting at the bottom of his pack.
“You want to go in?” You ask. He can’t tell what you’re thinking right now. He’s too far in his own head still. But he shakes his head, muttering a ‘not really.’ You nod in understanding – or perhaps agreement.
Standing before what was is always solemn. He’s familiar with the feeling. Happens every time he sees the wreckage of a SEED ship out in the deserts. But what was is gone, and it won’t come back. So, he tugs you closer and places a kiss to your temple. “Let’s…see if the inn is still holding up, yeah?”
You walk with him through the ghost town, toward the old inn. Not a penny to your name, holes in your clothes from hard weather and travel, taking advantage of the old misery of others.
Destitute, but whole.
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good greetings, miss rhythm. Woof. Bark.
I do not know if you know but my pup innie is mingling with small fox puppies. which is fine, i love all animals as i am their king. however, he has not learned the wolf’s growl. unlike his sister, who my queen birthded in the same litter. she does not prefer growling since as i said, meowing is much sweeter, but she has learned it nonetheless. innie on the other hand has learned a song called “what does the fox say” and it really is not what i know of what a fox truly says. another issue with my children is how Jisung encourages pup prince Lixy to stay in his wolf form. the part of were in werewolf is that we are as human as we are wolves, and my atrociously rebellious brother is teaching my docile son that his animal side is superior. he eats messy like I do when I am a wolf, but he does not eat like a king. Nor does he season his food, which has sent his mother into a fit of melodrama not even I can fuck out of her. She really doesn’t see why salt and pepper is enough for chicken (my life has changed when she fed me more herbs), and why Felix does not understand that his mother can’t speak wolf language. He has told me that he likes cuddling mommy when he is fuzzy and can hear her breathing better, and tries to tell her stories of his adventures in training but she keeps laughing at his “pup noises”. My familial problems keep growing because Seungmin is bullying his siblings for being disgraceful and they often prowl and fight, they think they are ferocious but truly, minnie is not afraid of them. He tells me they are laughable just like their father, which I found funny at first but realized he was speaking of me. He has also asked for a dog, which is strange because they are domesticated wolves. He is a wolf, why must he need a pet dog? My wife thinks a pet dog makes a fine friend, but I honestly don’t see why she would need a dog when I am one, the best one for her. Can’t believe a golden retriever is cuter than me. She also needs a new litter, but the stress of our toddler puppies is keeping both my rut and her ovulation humble. It’s truly difficult not to soil her insides when that is all what her soul and my wolf desires. Maybe the kingdom needs a school for our puppies, or maybe it is my puppies that are spoiled and opinionated.
Sincerely, King Chan
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(Ghost written by chris’ irl wife 🐧)
oh, my King... i am sorry to hear your puppies are giving you and my Queen a hard time. i am confident that, as they mature, they will come to understand the importance of your legacy. with all due respect, Your Majesty, i think a pet dog would be an excellent company for your pups. a dog might help them feel more in touch with their canine side, and learn the proper royal howls and growls they were born to produce.
when it comes to His Highness Prince Felix, i am afraid he will not change his ways. but be proud, my King, for he seems to find a lot of pride in his wolf nature.
as for a new litter... it is detrimental to your pups' development that you can be as present as possible, my King, and four seems more than enough for now. i am confident, Your Majesty, that my Queen and my King will have no difficulty producing a new one, but all in due time.
(this ask reads as if it was written in one of these lmao):
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more funny things that happened on my first watch of nimona
ID by @peachygos
[ID: A comic juxtaposing screenshots from Nimona 2023 and drawn panels of two people on a couch, one wearing a cap and the other glasses. First is Ballister kneeling in front of the Queen, as she says "Congratulations, Sir Boldheart." Cap says, "OK!! Calling it right now! Queen's gonna die & they're gonna think he did it." Glasses says, "You think?" Cap continues, "Yup! Said in the summary that he's accused of a tragedy. They're gonna find her stabbed w/ his sword by the morning. Maybe during a party or smth." Glasses says, "Hm... Maybe-"
The second image shows just the two on the couch, washed in green light from the screen as the Queen dies. They look at the screen in gaping shock, then at each other.
The next screenshot is of Ballister clutching at his shoulder with a grunt of pain. Both people lean forward in focus. Glasses says, "Wait- did he cut off his whole arm-?" Cap says, "No! Nah, he just knocked the sword out of his hand, I think. Maybe his shoulder got hurt & he's holding his arm back?" Glasses says, "Dude I don't think-"
The final screenshot is a continuation of the previous shot, the camera zooming out to show Ballister clutching his shoulder, and his severed arm laying in the foreground. Both characters silently watch the screen in shock. Glasses gasps and covers their mouth with their hand. /end ID]
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