#the first time he tried to do right by vash it ended just how wolfwood always thought it would

[shalpilot]

a future like that...

[whirlwindimagines]

Hi how are you? I hope youre ok. i love youre blog and wanted to ask if you could write nightmare comfort because i have them like every night and they end in really bad panic attacks i just need comfort 🥲

With wolfwood and vash and if you want to million knives

you dont have to.

have a nice day <3

btw sorry for my bad englisch 😅

Hi! I’m doing well, just trying to get through the week lol I’m sorry for your nightmares! That’s no fun, I hope this is nice and comforting. And I low key been wanting to write for Million Knives because he’s usually my type lol pretty, psycho, mass murderer ya know the usual type! I'm not kidding I'm a Dabi apologist; don't think I won't turn into a Knives’ one. Man, I really do be exposing myself on this blog. Also, this is my first time writing for Knives so apologies, also of course his part was the longest. 

'Sweet dreams are made of this'

Vash, Nichalous D Wolfwood, and Million Knives (separate) comforting you after a nightmare.

Vash: 

You awoke with a silent scream, for a second you didn't recognize where you were your heart still racing. Then it was slowly coming back to you, looking around you noticed you were in a hotel room, that’s right the group had stopped at the little motel for the night. You glanced over beside you, and let out a sigh of relief.

And Vash was right there, sound asleep, his back facing you. Placing a hand over your heart, you were glad you didn't wake him God knew he needed his sleep, the man was usually a light sleeper, but he admitted one night that when he slept in a bed with you, he was more content. It was sweet and definitely didn't make your heart race. 

You lay back down, everything is fine, you are safe, Vash is safe and you are sure the others are fine in their own rooms. Okay back to bed, you don't know how long you lay there staring up at the ceiling. With a sigh you turn towards Vash, you don't really want to wake him for such a silly reason.

Reaching your hand out slowly you grip the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades. You call his name; your heart skips a beat as he stirs. “What is it?” he says with a yawn, your voice catching in your throat embarrassed. “Nothing sorry just go back to sleep.” You say quickly, dropping your hand. “Hey wait.” he shuffles around to face you; he looks tired but his gaze is focused on you. You blush, “I had a nightmare.” You admitted shyly, Vash reaches out a hand and rest it against your cheek. “Come here.” you don't need to be told twice, you moved forward wrapping your arms around Vash as his own arms settle around you. You could hear his heartbeat from where your head lay on his chest, slow, steady, safe. 

Vash ran his fingers through your hair, and you were glad he wasn’t asking any questions you didn’t want to talk about it anyway. Feeling safe and protected, you relaxed even more into his hold. You knew sleep would come much easier now, you smiled when you felt Vash press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Everything would be fine now.

Wolfwood:

“Fuck!” You awoke sharply, your hands going to your head. You forced yourself to breathe, the night air was cool against your skin and it felt good. You settled back on your back looking up at the stars.

You were shaking, placing your hands on your face you tried to control your breathing. You sigh your probably not going to get any more sleep. Placing your hands at your side you watch the sky, glancing over at your companion you are surprised to see Wolfwood awake and watching the stars. 

“You good?” His voice startles you, at first you are speechless, but he turns to look at you with a raised brow. You sigh, “it’s stupid, just go back to sleep.” You say your tone was dismissive, it was silly. The nightmares were annoying at this point. “Sorry I woke you.” Turning on your side in the sleeping bag, you force your eyes close. 

Wolfwood scoffs at you, hearing him shuffle around a bit. “You didn’t wake me, get up.” He shoves your shoulder; you roll your eyes sitting up and turning to him. Your face flushed he’s way too close, and you lean back a bit. “Seriously Nico it was nothing.” You don’t want to talk about this, you watch him light a smoke. He passes you one, and with a sigh you take it. He offers you a light, but you don’t take it just holding the unlit cigarette between your fingers.

The two of sitting in silence, honestly you're glad for this. He doesn’t ask you any questions, “thanks.” You whisper, too shy to look at him. He chuckles, “for what?” your gaze softens as you look at him, you rest your arms over your knees and let out a light laugh.

“For being here.” You smirk, when he looks away stubbing out the cigarette in the sand. You watch the tips of his ears turn red; Nicholas was always nervous when you went soft on him. But you loved making him blush, he flustered you so much it was only fair to return the favor.

Scooting closer to the man, you lean your head on his shoulder. Sitting right beside him now, Wolfwood doesn’t say anything. He also doesn’t look at you as he lifts an arm to wrap around your shoulders to bring you to his side. You close your eyes smiling contently, there is no place you’d rather be. 

Million Knives:

The screaming you realize is your own voice, you slap your hands over your mouth to cut the sound your heart racing it feels like it's going to burst from your chest. The silence in your room is loud, only your rapid heartbeat and harsh breaths fill the space. Fuck you briefly wonder if you woke anyone up, you hope not… some of the others had quite the temper. 

With a sigh, you force yourself out of the bed, and out of your room it's too suffocating. With no real destination in mind, you let your hand trail on the wall as you walk down the pristine hallway. As you continue to walk that’s when you hear the first sounds of a piano. The song is familiar of course, and you know who is playing. 

You wonder if you should continue, interrupting Knives could be a death sentence for some. But the thought of going back to bed, to sleep, makes your stomach twist painfully. So, you continue trying not to think too hard when you step into the grand room. The music is louder here of course, now that you’ve reached its source. 

Standing there watching, you’re sure he already knows you are there. But you don't speak out of turn, “What.” his voice is curt, but not angry you take it as a sign to continue. “I had a nightmare, and I heard you playing.” you found being honest, and blunt with Knives’ was easier. He hated when people skirt around their words, you’re a little embarrassed about what you admitted to, but your heart skips a beat when he gestures you over with a wave of his hand. 

Approaching carefully, you stand off to the side he removes his hood your blood runs cold when he looks at you with a sly grin, “A nightmare?” he coos it at you mockingly, this was a bad idea you should have turned around, the moment you heard the keys of the piano. You nod, watching as he pats the bench, you know he's telling you to sit not asking. 

You do, trying not to show any emotion, you couldn't ever get a read on him, A part of you knew you should be afraid, and maybe the rational side of you was, but right now? You were tired. He looks at you expecting an answer, “Yes, I get them often.” you meet his gaze shyly, and he lets out a ‘hum’ turning back to the keys and resting his hands on them not playing. “You humans fear so easily, even in sleep you can't escape it.” 

Your hands clench in your lap, Knives begin to play now a softer melody one you haven't heard, you look at him in surprise but his face gives nothing away. The tune is comforting, and you can feel it lulling you to sleep. “Go ahead sleep, nothing will harm you here.” Not thinking of the consequences, you lean your head on Knives shoulder, he continues playing as the song lulls you to sleep.

[miamochi-writes]

Miamochi!

Your Vash x reader writings are the cutest! Thank you for giving us such good content! I hope you’re doing well! Could you do a Vash x reader where y/n is trying to tend to Vash’s wounds and he refuses to because he’s self-conscious about his scars. So the reader resorts to showing they’re scars in the hopes of getting him to trust them? I seriously hope this makes sense and that you’re comfortable with it!

anyways I love your blog! Xx💖

A/n: Thank you so much for liking my content! And the way I put so much time into this request and using my old nursing skills into this. Hope you like it!

Warning: slight mention of blood

Scars to Your Beautiful

"Come on Y/n, I'm fine really," Vash insisted.

"Vash, you were shot at not too long ago, you're not fine!" you argued.

"You don't need to worry, I can take care of it," he persisted.

"Vash, I'm the medic in this group and you're bleeding from the back. Just please let me patch you up!" you asserted yourself.

You hardly ever argued with Vash, but when you did it was a battle of two stubborn mules. Neither of you were willing to budge or change your mind. All this happened because the military police stumbled upon your group when you were looking for some extra supplies for your next trip. You managed to lose them, but Vash ended up getting shot twice. One from the back and one at the front. Thankfully they weren't near his vital organs, but that didn't stop you from panicking. You immediately dragged him back to the hotel and into your room where you had him sit on your bed while your first aid kit was on the chair across from him. You managed to get him to remove his red jacket, but he refused to let you treat him.

"Y/n, please I can take care of myself," Vash spoke again as you pouted.

"Vash, last time you bandaged your wound, it didn't properly close because you didn't rest or clean it before wrapping it up," you pointed out. Vash flinched when you mentioned the incident before and he knew you were right about that.

"Still, I can take care of it now," Vash waved it off.

"Even the wound on your back?" you asked as Vash stiffened. You got him again, and you wondered what excuse he would throw at you this time. You sighed at how much he was refusing your help. If it was the other way around, he would make sure you get treated. But with him, you wondered why he was so set on not letting you help. You then placed your first aid kit on the floor and sat on the chair across from him.

"Vash…why won't you let me patch you up? Do you not trust me?" you questioned with a bit of hurt evident in your tone. He knows he's seen you take care of civilians who were injured and take care of Wolfwood's cuts and scratches from fights. Everyone knew you were more than capable of being a medic, but why was the one person you deeply cared for refusing your help? You then felt a hand on your shoulder and looked at Vash. You could tell his face was conflicted with many emotions, but the one that was more evident was guilt. His blue eyes locked into your caring e/c eyes. You could tell he was struggling to say something and finding the words to tell you. His mouth slightly opening, closing, and then biting his lip.

"Y/n, I- I understand you want to help. I trust you, it's just that...it's complicated," he managed to utter out as he looked away from you at the last part. He withdrew his prosthetic arm and folded his arms, almost as if he was holding himself. You cocked an eyebrow at his answer and his body language. Just what was so complicated about you trying to take care of him. You then tried to reach your arm out to Vash slowly and rested on his right shoulder. The moment your hand touched his shoulder, he flinched. This caught you off guard, since Vash was usually physically expressive around you. He would always take the chance to rest his arm around your shoulder or grab your hand to show you something he was excited about. So seeing him react like this with you was strange.

You retracted your arm back as Vash looked at you with guilt once more. It looked like he wanted to reach out to you with his flesh hand, but stopped midway. You thought about how he was acting towards you today, and when you touched his shoulder, you felt something odd on his shoulder that wasn't his prosthetic or the texture of his clothing. You decided to ask one more question.

"Vash, are you refusing my help because you're afraid of me seeing something?" you asked. Vash then froze and still looked away from you. But he wasn't denying your assumption. Furthermore, him turning his body away from you and biting his lip reinforced that idea. You had an idea why Vash might be hesitant with you treating him. If your hunch was right, you had one option on how he might let you, but it would mean getting personal with Vash. You stood up from your chair and took a deep breath. This caught Vash's attention as he was wondering what you were planning to do.

You walked towards your hotel door and double locked the entrance. You then turned to Vash and walked back to him. You then looked down at your jacket. You slowly started unzipping it to where it showed your sleeveless top. Then, you slowly lifted your top to show your midriff. Once Vash saw you lifting your top, he immediately turned red and covered his face.

"Y/n! W-what are you?" Vash asked. Before he could finish asking his question, he spotted something he never thought he'd see. On the side of your abdominal area was a long and slightly thick horizontal scar on your left side. On the lower right side looked to be several smaller but thicker scars. You didn't look up, but you could already hear the questions Vash was about to ask you.

"I had these for a long time now. I got most of them from being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Some were from escaping fights and others were from trying to protect myself. I didn't have any money to get the help needed. And since no one told me how to properly take care of my wounds, they didn't heal properly. I hated how much they stood out on my body that I kept picking at them," you explained. You never really showed anyone your scars for this reason, but you figured you would show Vash. Hopefully this would convince him on letting you take care of him. You then took off your jacket that revealed the top portion of your top. On your right shoulder, were three large scars that looked like something clawed at you.

"These scars are the reason I became a medic. I want to help people as much as I can and give them an option to be treated. Or at least prevent them from making the same mistakes I did. These things really haven't been the best towards my self-esteem," you dryly chuckled as you pulled down your top. Then you looked at Vash who just stared at you with those blue eyes of his. He wasn't saying anything, and the silence was agonizing. Maybe you overstepped your boundaries.

"Sorry, that was TMI. Just forget about it," you apologized while getting ready to bolt out of the room.

"Y/n wait," Vash called out as he grabbed your hand. You looked back at him to see his eyes filled with more mixed emotions. His grip on you wasn't tight, but it was firm enough to let you know he wanted you to stay. He walked you back to the bed as he sat down while you stood up.

"You have no reason to apologize. If anything I should...here," Vash started talking. He then let go of your hand as he started taking off his black top. Your eyes landed on his chest and your hunch was correct. There were large scars, metal plating, and seams covering most of his body. There were so many past injuries that you could tell he got from either falling, blunt trauma, or deep cuts from some kind of weapon. You knew Vash always ended up in dangerous situations, but what you saw showed how much hell he actually went through during his travels.

"Well this is a bit embarrassing, huh?" Vash sheepishly chuckled with that fake smile he flashed you. Even now he was trying to make light of the situation. You took a seat on the chair across from him and grabbed both of his hands. He looked at you as you squeezed both of his hands while rubbing small circles on them.

"Vash...that was really brave of you to do that. I know that wasn't easy to do, but thank you. I promise I'll make this quick," you thanked him as you began to work. You told Vash to turn around so you could face his back and handed him a clean cloth and instructed him to press it on his wound at the front. You needed to make sure to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. Once that was done, you readied the alcohol solution you carried and dabbed it on a few cotton balls.

"This might sting, but I'm just disinfecting the wound," you warned Vash.

"No worries, I trust you," Vash said quietly but flashed you a reassuring small smile. You smiled at him as well, but you braced yourself with what you were going to do next. Vash flinched once you started dabbing the cotton balls on the wound. You muttered a sorry to the blonde, but he kept brushing it off. Soon you added some antibiotic ointment and dressed the wound properly. Once you placed the bandage on him, you softly pressed it onto this skin and could feel Vash stiffen. Your heart sunk, as you knew how hard it was being vulnerable and having your scars exposed like this. You recognized the types of scars he had and how he might have gotten them. To think he hid them so well from everyone blew your mind.

You then asked him to face you so you could take care of the other wound at the front. This time his wound was located on the front side of his abdomen. Thankfully it was a thin bullet graze. As you worked, you could feel Vash's eyes on you. You figured he had a lot on his mind, especially after making yourselves both vulnerable.

"Thanks for letting me do this. I know this isn't easy for you. But I wanted to make sure you were okay and were taken care of properly. You've always done a lot for me, and I wanted to return the favor," you started but Vash stayed quiet.

"After seeing your scars, I realized two things about you. One, you care so much for people. You're selfless and willing to put your life on the line for them, and it just goes to show much you're willing to protect those in need," you spoke as you were cleaning his wound.

"The second, I still think you're beautiful inside and out," you added as you started bandaging his wound. You could feel Vash's eyes boring a hole through your head as you let out a soft smile.

"I know with my scars, I felt uncomfortable in my own skin for the longest time. So it took a lot for me to show my scars today, but I'm happy I did. We both took a risk today and we got to learn more about each other. I remember one of the doctors I was training under telling me that scars can tell a lot about a person and hold stories about a person's past. So after seeing your scars, I realized I'm not the only one with scars. Your scars show how much you look out for others, and that's what makes you Vash. I don't think any less of you. In fact, I admire you a lot more after today," you finished as you slightly brushed your finger against one of his scars.

You poured your heart out to him. He needed to know that after being so vulnerable with you on so many levels. You then started putting away your kit and got up from your seat ready to take your leave.

"I'm all done now. I'll make sure to change out the bandages once in awhile so they can heal properly," you told him. Before you could leave, you felt your top being tugged from behind. You turned around to see Vash looking at you with a face that said don't go yet. He walked up towards you with his eyes locked onto yours.

"Did you mean all that?" he asked as you nodded your head. He then pulled you towards him and held you in a tight embrace. Your eyes widened at the sudden action and immediately grew flustered after realizing your face was pressed against his bare chest. A red blush was plastered over your cheeks as your heart was becoming erratic.

"I'm sorry I was trying to push you away earlier, and that I made you do something uncomfortable because of me. But thank you for putting up with me and taking care of my injuries. It makes me happy that you don't think any less of me after seeing me like this. Also, after seeing your scars...I still think you're the most stunning person I've ever met. I'm glad to have you stick by me," Vash added as you looked up to see him give you a genuine smile that you knew too well with his eyes staring fondly at you.

"You think I'm stunning?" you asked as your face grew hot. You knew Vash was always sincere about his feelings towards others, but you wanted to hear it from him again just to be sure.

"Of course I do. It's another reason I like you so much," Vash replied as you had to do a double take. Vash chuckled at your actions as you tried to process what he said.

"Did I hear that right? You like me too?" you asked again as Vash brought his human hand to caress your face.

"I like you Y/n. I always have, and I can prove it if you let me," he said as you saw a pink blush rest on his cheeks.

"Prove it," you told him. Vash then smiled and gave you soft kiss on your lips as you closed your eyes. You could feel how gentle he was towards you with this simple but powerful action alone. You finally hugged him back as your hand rested on his side, while his prosthetic arm held the small of your back. Once Vash pulled away, you looked at him to see he was staring at you lovingly.

"How was that?" he asked as you still couldn't believe that he actually kissed you.

"Did I take your breath away?" he asked as you started laughing.

"You're lucky I like you a lot," you answered as you planted a tender kiss on his lips. When you parted again, you looked at Vash who pulled you in for a tigther hug.

"Can we stay like this for a little longer?" he asked. After everything that happened today, how could you possibly say no to him?

[ohitslen]

Thinking and headcannoning the shit out of angry Stampede! Vash and how Wolfwood deals with that first thing in the morning because i think him getting angry about something and letting down some of his mask in those genuine moments of anger is super awesome

Before we continue I have not read the manga yet so if you read something incredibly obvious or redundant to your experience, well, haha or something OQNENW

This is a VERY LONG Vashwood ramble I have to put SOMEWHERE or I will explode, so feel free to join if you want.

Vash is an overall very expressive person right? very emotional too generally, but the thing is I like drawing people getting angry so that’s what you are getting from me.

And I also often think about the fact that it’s Wolfwood and Knives the ones that have seen him be like that (most often than not towards them).

Wolfwood specifically, I think that he WOULD get scared because when Vash is angry angry, he just seethes and looks like he is three seconds away from being love and peace to hate and war. These are probably the moments in where he carries the most resemblance to Knives, and to anybody that has experienced the man firsthand they know how scary that is because everyone and their moms knows that he does not hesitate to resort to murder if he is upset about something or if it’s inconvenient to him, so it is rightfully terrifying to even think of him getting mad.

Now take the same idea and apply it to Vash, he is so friendly and playful all the time and he gets kicked around all the time too, that it would be almost impossible to imagine him getting angry in a genuine way. That is UNTIL his ideals and morals are being countered or challenged by someone and THAT’S when people are gently reminded that oh yeah he can get mad too, and really fucking mad at that.

The peak of his anger doesn’t last for too long because he tries to level himself quickly, he is aware of how he can look when he gets like that, and it would be showing a little too much about how he is not very human in nature for what he is comfortable with. I think that when he gets mad his expression turns into something very vulnerably honest, to the point in where he unconsciously looks imposing and demanding, paired with his uncanny vibes it really is a treat and anyone at the other end of it would be other than also upset, quite scared. Like Wolfwood.

There is something very obviously other about Vash and he has the privilege of knowing just exactly why that is, and considering that his brother has a record for being a certain way when angry, knowing what he is does not soothe him at all. Then again, Wolfwood cares for him still and he is a stubborn guy himself, so even when most likely scared shitless, he would not move his ground, and the only thing that reassures him that things will be fine, is Vash’s pacific nature and also knowing that he cares deeply for him too, but that is a thing he would not think too much about other than the flash of thought that it is in the moment.

Vash is petty as hell too, he remains silent and gives the cold shoulder to the other person that was involved in the argument, and it is usually, once again, Wolfwood at the end of that stick. Wolfwood is a “mind your business and I mind mine” kind of guy considering he never asks things, but traveling with that idiot and having to be with him 24/7 and being given the silent treatment has to be uncomfortable at best incredibly annoying at worst. So even though he won’t change his opinion most of the times, he still insists on talking to him idly sometimes after they argue, something he would usually not do.

All Vash ever responds with are the necessary answers, at first shrugs or nods, then very short and to the point sentences, he eventually warms up to him again and they talk the way they usually do; and just like that things seems to be at bay for the time being until the next unavoidable argument comes by.

No matter how many times they argue, when things escalate and Vash begins to show his very honest anger, Wolfwood’s instincts would be screaming at him to stop it and to get away, because whatever Vash is feeling is reeking of a danger that no matter how enhanced he might be, he is NOT gonna make it through whatever will happen to him worse comes to worst. But when has he ever actually heard his instincts when it comes to dealing with Vash. So he always replies and stays.

He is somehow one of the very few (almost non existent) people who can deal with Vash when he is like that, one thing is getting mad at Vash and the other is him getting mad at you, and he has bite alright, he will say things that can come across as hurtful and very venomous when he starts to get more visceral, and yeah the whole predator kind of vibe he can give off is there too.

Maybe Wolfwood also knows how hurt Vash would feel if he retreats because of how scared he feels and that’s why he doesn’t back away. It would be reasonable if he did, hell he doesn’t owe him shit for all he knows and he would be in his whole right to run away scared if he wanted, but for one it would be too cowardly, and two Vash would be once again pushed away for being something not human, and that would be a scar he would carry for his whole life and Wolfwood does not want to be a part of that. So that’s another reason to the ever growing list of “why don’t I just let this be”.

There is an odd sense of comfort in seeing Vash get mad, knowing that the man knows his ground, that even he has lines he won’t allow anyone to cross, that he can allow himself to feel something genuine for once and not the fake little things he is always doing. It is the positive side Wolfwood tries to see in those situations and what he has to remind himself over and over again so he doesn’t flinch away. Good thing he has some practice in arguments thanks to his little siblings back at the orphanage, practice he refuses to let go and holds on to dear life because he needs any crumb of reason at those moments.

At some point when hands are involved, when a clench to the shirt and a push to the shoulder escalates to shoving the other to the ground and a punch to the gut, Wolfwood goes full survival mode because no one told him that Vash was THAT strong and THAT heavy and THAT intimidating. He could have guessed after having watched the man fight. He is capable and strong, he usually moves with a certain preciseness and care under the goofy display, he may twirl around and stumble when dodging, but he is dodging and also landing hits.

He knows that Vash is strong and that he is also incredibly careful. But that’s when he is in all his senses with a mostly cool head, so having him hovering over Wolfwood pressing him down rendering him to the ground while very obviously mad and trying to prove his point, he freezes before he can react and fight back.

Those are the times where Vash feels the most guilty after the fight from what Wolfwood can gather and wildly assume. If him not eating (again) for days or even refusing to acknowledge Wolfwood unless necessary is any sign. That behavior can last over a week which is a little too long for Wolfwood’s peace of mind. So he starts poking again because apparently arguing again is the only way to make the bastard answer more. And it usually works, some nudging here and there and putting lemon with salt to the wound seems to do the trick.

It entails more shouting and screaming at each others faces their flaws that they already know like a script, until things start to calm down when Wolfwood reassures him that he is tougher than he looks, and that no matter what he won’t just leave Vash in a ditch, and if they were going to travel together for the future to come they would have to learn how to sort things out. Something he knows neither of them will probably never learn, but it is what it is and that’s what he can resort to at the moment, and it does seem to satisfy Vash a little. So once they are done, and they go their separate ways, never too far from each other, Vash starts to nibble at his food and says or asks little things to Wolfwood, and just like that they are good to go again.

They are both aware that addressing out loud how fucking scary Vash can be at those raw moments of anger, would be like painting a line of ‘I am this and you are that so we shouldn’t be doing this’ that neither of them would actually want to have. So even when yeah it can be horribly scary and surprisingly intimidating to deal with Vash when he is angry, Wolfwood is willing to stay and fight with him if that’s what he wants, if that’s what he needs. Even if it’s starting to take a toll on him. He is getting used to it though so it will be fine.

Probably.

[tomatoswup]

i had this silly idea i told my friend about what if the Trigun Stampede gang run in to a runaway teen reader and then the reader’s part of the gang. The reader’s in their rebellious phase of course and kinda argues with Wolfwood a lot. Can you write headcanons for this please? (°▽°)

Runaway!

A/N: i’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE IT WAS A REALLY HECTIC MONTH😭😭😭😭 honestly, this was really fun to write heheheh,,, i can kinda see reader being a pain in the ass but with good intentions….maybe… But god i can imagine how crazy the stampede crew would be if they had a teen,,, i love it😌☝️☝️☝️ Hope you enjoy!!!(*´∇｀*)

warnings/tags: none!

Well aren't you a little anomaly in the bad deserts!

When you first encounter the gang, it wasn't a very...proud encounter.

To be exact, trying to steal Vash's gun in the middle of a busy bar was a very brave choice knowing that the Humanoid Typhoon was trying to eat spaghetti, and in the flesh!

Bold dare I say but, besides that, you were getting hunted by a group of thugs that had been going through town and uh, you sure did cause a bit of trouble.

And by trouble I mean you stole their car keys and went out for a joy ride.

Yup, crashed that shit rightttt into a boulder.

And of course Vash, who's a bit too kind for his own good at times, wanted to help someone so young to Wolfwood's disbelief. Meryl and Roberto? They've witnessed what he did for Jenora Rock so they kinda expected it.

After that first meeting, you naturally stuck to the wacky group and often times when needed, you tried to help them in exchange for saving your life.

Of course with payment :D It's a hard world for a runaway teen out here!

Don't worry you don't make them pay...sometimes...

Young and free they say hahaha!!...Yeah you had literally no more bullet to spare so time to get workin~

You often had Wolfwood reminisce his times back at the orphanage. He's lived there for so long and he's dealt with kids of many ages, but goddamn did you give this man a mf headache.

Sorry, correction, a migraine.

I damn right knowww he goes through twice the number of cigarette packs when you're around.

"Alright kid, no more grabbing shit or starting fights. Zip your mouth if you're gonna be tagging along-"

"Do you really think I'm gonna listen to a priest?"

"UNDERTAKER!"

"Same thing"

"No it's not!"

You glanced at Meryl for more input.

"...Okay I can see where they're coming from-"

"MERYL SERIOUSLY?!"

You got Wolfwood this close to Homer Simpson choking you out.

Sometimes Vash can't help but watch the both of you headbutt eachother.

He's the type of person to try and stop the fight and maintain the peace but bestie, when you're against a rebelling teenager anything is possible.

He understands tho bc he's also gone through his little phase, that's how he got his little earring :D

But asides from that, when he tries to stop ya'll you guys just ignore him lmAOOO

They say teens are rebellious while trying to find others who they can relate to or have a connection with and well, although you didn't really have a permanent home anymore like you use to, you slowly found yourself getting fond of this little wacky group.

And at some point while you guys got closer, Wolfwood tended to look after you a little more.

Was it because of his past? Or were you just a kid who needed the right guidance forward?

Either way, he tries his best to give you good advice,,, advice to keep you alive.

A practical guardian you could say,, Or kinda like an uncle?

And you know what, you don't mind it.

"Did your sticky little hands grab another fucking wallet? Seriously?"

'No I did not!" You narrowed your eyes at him "It's a map get it right. I also only steal from the rick-looking men Wolfwood cmon now-"

You ended up getting a bonk on the head from him, which led you to looking at Roberto, who downed another drink.

"What are you looking at me for?"

WHATCHU MEAN MY BOY ARE YOU REALLY NOT GONNA-

He really doesn't care lMAAOOO Most unphased man alive.

As long as no one dies!

And maybe after all of this time, even after those two years after what happened to July you guys will reunite again :)

You still a lil' shit tho

"does anyone have gum?"

"I haven't seen you in two years and you're asking me this?"

"...It was just a question..."

FUN TIMESSSSSS~

extra:

-you would wHIP THE NEWS AGENCY CAR ON A GOOD MORNING

-Meryl gets tired one night driving?

-"I'll drive for you!"

-Everyone regrets letting you touch that wheel.

-That poor car looks like if you were shaking a bag of skittles when you drive full speed over those sandy hills.

-You got Meryl thanking to god she put her seatbelt on

-Vash holding onto the back of the driver's seat for his life,, I think his nails left cuts in the seat itself jeez!

-Roberto's holding a hand out against your chest so you don't FLY out of your seat when you guys go airborne.

-And Wolfwood honestly wished the sandworms from earlier had eaten him.

-fuc- DID HIS PUNISHER JUST UNHOOK FROM THE ROOF-

-"STOP THE CAR STOP THE CAR!!"

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I know I know I am probably just reading way too into this and going insane but I don’t know how to phrase this exactly - I love that Wolfwood is still asking questions.

I mentioned before that he’s been pushing for answers the entire time - he even ends Fifth Moon incident by screaming out for Vash to answer him. And at first he tries to question Vash through discussion and observation but it doesn’t clarify anything and just makes him uncomfortable, freaked out and defensive, leading to their argument.

Normally when someone becomes defensive, they tend to double down on the answers they’ve decided on, whether they’re right or wrong. But that’s not what happens. Instead, he goes to Luida, who’s known Vash a long time and starts asking her questions too. He’s feeling unsettled, threatened and he’s still in the midst of an argument with the guy - but he’s still trying to understand. While this is likely a kind of self-defence for his own sake (how much do I need to have my guard up, how dangerous is he, etc.), it still has the effect of him hearing other’s perspectives on Vash and not being able to completely write him off. I also love that Wolfwood spends a lot of volume 3 visibly angry with Vash but still able to coordinate with him when it counted.

See, I’m really enjoying this because even though they had a “click” type moment where they read each other’s pain automatically, they need to actually put in effort into understanding why and for what reason they carry that pain. They need to work to truly get each other. And Wolfwood, while likely asking out of self-preservation, is still asking. That’s significant, especially coming from a guy who usually sees a threat and shoots first.

All this to say, if they do end up developing a solid friendship in spite of everything, it’s going to feel so earned.

[wytchsbrew]

Throughout his many years as an Independent, he'd gone through varying heat cycles, or "pollenating cycles" as Rem had once called it. They were strange happenings in which his body took a complete left turn from what it originally looked like.

His breasts, most importantly, changed during those cycles. While usually, they were muscular, and looked like pectorals, during these times, they swelled. His nipples became larger, more defined, like the female breasts he'd seen throughout his life, but the most obvious thing was the very clear weight added to them.

They never grew large, no, they just swelled with enough weight to look like a set of small, petite breasts. Once the cycle ended, they returned to their usual appearance as though it never happened, but during, Vash always felt... embarrassed.

He tried to hide them beneath his coat. He avoided conflict or personal conversation during those times, for fear of someone noticing and asking him about it, and when he'd been traveling with the girls and Wolfwood, he had one specific heat cycle out of nowhere, and had spent the entirety of that time attempting to wrap his breasts so Wolfwood, at least, wouldn't notice and ask him, "Where'd you get that set of tits?"

At the time, he'd been embarrassed of his own body, and his own anatomy, thinking it another reason to keep humans away from him intimately for fear they'd be terrified of his general aura of different from themselves.

He'd been so wrong.

Turns out, having an extremely beautiful partner worship that body in it's entirety really helped one's self esteem, Vash realized.

He peered down at his husband, then, as he sat on Wolfwood's lap, thighs spread on either side of him, cum still dripping from his wet cunt. Wolfwood was looking up at him like he absolutely hung the moon, affection and love swimming in his gaze from where his face was nearly buried between his breasts.

"Now," Wolfwood whispered, and his beautiful eyes darted downward to Vash's exposed chest once more, perky little breasts peeking out from yanked downward, black lacy bra cups. "Where were we?"

Once upon a time, this sort of closeup scrutiny would have brought Vash to new realms of embarrassment, probably to tears.

Even when he'd first become pregnant and his breasts began swelling with milk, he'd had a moment of horror because, Wolfwood had never seen him with breasts thus far.

How would he react? Would he find it strange?

He'd finally worked up the courage to show him after a few days of Wolfwood asking why he was walking around the house covered head to toe in the middle of hot weather, and the reaction had been, um, immediate.

Needless to say, Wolfwood worshiped his breasts every chance he got to see them, and tonight, their first night back in each other's arms carnally after Vash gave birth, was no exception. And Vash found himself welcoming the attention Wolfwood was no doubt about to bestow upon him.

"I believe, you were about to fulfill my request of fucking me until I can't sit down anymore?" Vash, arms tossed around his husband's neck, nuzzled his chest forward until Wolfwood's nose peeked between his cleavage.

"Mmm, oh, yeah," Wolfwood's hands fell to Vash's hips, strong and sturdy, wide and big on his skin, and he lifted him upward, with ease. The next second, he pushed Vash back down, full speed, with all his strength.

And speared him directly on his massive cock, all the way to the base. This upright position made him feel bigger than ever, spreading Vash's pussy to the absolute limit, stealing air right from his lungs in a rush as the crown knocked against his already sensitive cervix.

His mouth opened on a silent little cry, and Wolfwood grinned up at him, smug.

"Now, you're gonna stay right there and not move," he drawled. "Not until I'm done with what I wanna do."

Excitement raced through him and if he wasn't painfully wet before, he definitely was now. It nearly knocked him off his knees and almost sent him into another, weaker orgasm, but he wanted to savor this. He wanted it to last as long as Wolfwood would allow.

They had the entire night to themselves, just to worship each other. He wasn't about to let that go to waste.

One experienced hand slipped up from his waist and slowly cupped around the bottom of his right breast. Wolfwood leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon his breast. Tender, gentle, on the very edge of his pink nub of a nipple.

Also, his breasts were very, very sensitive when swollen, something Wolfwood knew, and used for absolute evil machinations against him often.

"Mmm," Vash bit back a moan, tilting his head and leaning into the feeling of Wolfwood's mouth on him, even in the slightest of ways. "Nicholas-"

The cock buried inside him gave a hard twitch, throbbing at the mere sound of his voice whispering his name, because while Wolfwood may have known of all the things Vash liked and used them for the evil, the same could be said of Vash.

With a little moan himself, Wolfwood ducked his head and caught the nipple between his lips. Heat spiked through Vash, making him huff and puff out small noises, while Wolfwood swirled his tongue along that nub, tasting it, savoring it, flicking and teasing it.

They really needed to close that front door, also, he remembered, curling his fingertips into the nape of Wolfwood's hair. If someone were to walk in on them during this, he imagined they'd be a little traumatized - oh, oh shit! All thoughts flew from his brain when Wolfwood's cool, expert lips tighted around his nipple and started sucking like his life depended on it.

He wasn't expecting the wave of pleasure that crashed over him as he felt his milk supply flood into Wolfwood's awaiting mouth - something he had not been expecting, and something he didn't think would feel this good.

They were no stranger to nipple play, but this... This was different, and Vash couldn't hold back. He tossed his head back, and cried out "Nicholas!" in the same tone one might scream for help from their particular set of Gods.

Perhaps it was simply the thrill of his husband being the one to suckle at him, the familiar rush of feeling Wolfwood's hands on him, his cock buried deep in his cunt, had truly reduced him to a horny teenager again, sensitive to every little touch Wolfwood gave him, butterflies raging behind his ribcage at the mere thought of doing this with him.

He wondered if that feeling would ever go away between them, sometime after they'd been together long enough that he started noticing silver hairs in Wolfwood's dark mane, long enough that he noticed the wrinkles next to his eyes as he laughed.

He doubted it.

A scrape of teeth between sucking raked a moan from his lungs; he gasped, fingertips scrambling for purchase in the haphazard button up shirt still covering Wolfwood's body. And Wolfwood flat out hummed against his skin, pleased with the noises, and dove in further, sucked as hard as he could against the already sensitive bud of nerves, suckling and drinking from Vash's breast hungrily, needily, greedily.

All the while, his hands roamed.

One set of fingers curled around the nipple not being sucked, twisting and perking and pulling. The other hand curled around Vash's ass, gripping and pressing between his plump cheeks with hot fingers.

His moan heightened into a cacophony of bitten back cries. His lungs and throat screamed for the chance to let loose and shout how much he wanted to cry out for Wolfwood, let him know how much he loved him, but he couldn't.

Instead, he just gripped his husband's shoulders and huffed out heavy gasps, whimpering as he continued to breastfeed from him.

The hand on his ass tightened, fingers attempting to delve deeper, before Wolfwood popped his lips off his nipple. Vash watched as Wolfwood's gaze admired his handiwork, the nipple now swollen and wet and glistening, a bead of milk left dripping.

"What're you doing?" His chest heaved with the effort to speak.

"Just wanted to tell you how much this is doing it for me. Also, you taste sweet." His tongue darted out and he gathered the last speck of milk from the tip of his nipple, and audibly hummed "mmmm" as though he'd never tasted anything as good as Vash.

Shit.

Vash allowed himself a little moment of weakness to rock his hips backward onto the giant cock splitting him open, desperate for friction of any kind. His entire pussy throbbed and ached and pulsated with the need to get absolutely demolished, he was positively dripping for Wolfwood.

He had no idea breastfeeding would awaken something in him, either, but... His sex life with Wolfwood surprised him every single day.

Wolfwood quietly moved sideways, and gathered the second nipple into his mouth. As he began quickly suckling hard on this one, and Vash felt the familiar flow of milk, Wolfwood also gave him exactly what he wanted and started bucking his hips upward, rocking body their bodies together in a not-quite-enough movement, but still good enough.

Good enough that Vash tossed his mouth open and cried out with everything in him.

"Fuck, Nicholas! Nick, Nick, Nick-" His hands moving to grip harder on Wolfwood's shoulders, despite the mouth still latched to his breast, he frantically lifted his hips and dropped them down again.

Messy, sloppy, desperate, he rode Wolfwood fast in this difficult angle for everything he was worth. Fast, faster, all the while Wolfwood suckling and drinking from his jiggling breast, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping him with bruising strength.

He slammed down, until the wet symphony of his pussy slurping hard against the girth filled their entire house in an obscene, filthy way, echoing through their living room and right toward the -

Deep in his pussy, that thick cock twitched hard enough to knock against the thing Vash had been searching for, and Wolfwood groaned against his nipple, and came with such fervor, Vash felt his hot seed fill him to the brim, spilling out from his entrance and soaking down Vash's thighs.

Vash lost himself for a moment, just a split second, as his body collapsed into his own orgasm. He thought he may have screamed, he thought his vision whited out, he thought many things all at once as he lost himself in the throes of orgasm, clutching tightly to his husband's strong body-

"NICO!"

The voice called out sharply throughout their home, and Vash had but a moment of orgasm-hazed realization, before Wolfwood twisted his head away from his body, and they both darted their gazes toward the entryway of their home.

"Nico, what the fuck, your front door is open, I heard screaming! Is everything okay!"

Livio, wearing a white t-shirt way too small for his body, and holding something tightly in his fist, stepped around the corner of the foyer.

And stopped dead in his tracks.

The sight was probably far too much for him, Vash could imagine, what with his brother-in-law half naked, wearing haphazard lingerie, dripping cum all over his brother's cock that still lay buried deep within him, and his own brother, milk and spit on his lips, what they'd been doing extremely obvious what with Vash's nipples puffy and shining and dripping in the low light of their living room.

His eyes widened.

He took a step back.

"Oh, God, you guys," Livio slapped a palm over his eyes, and frantically whipped around. "I'm so sorry! Nico, you left your wedding band at the orphanage, I just wanted to make sure you got it back, oh my GOD, WHAT THE FUCK."

Wolfwood paused. "Oh. Thanks, Livio."

"Thanks, Livio," Livio repeated in a mocking tone - it sounded like he wanted to cry, and Vash hardly blamed him. If he had ever walked in on Knives doing something like this, he probably would have lit himself on fire. "Listen, Nico, if you want to breastfeed from your husband, SHUT THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR."

Wolfwood laughed, a beautiful, lazy, content sound that made Vash's entire core twitch around him.

"You got it, buddy."

[needle-noggins]

Playing catch-up on Vol. 8 so I can be fully immersed in The Pain(tm) next week. Nothing terribly deep rn but I have some plant twins thoughts.

I can't help but think about how Knives and Vash are both being pushed beyond their limits, to growing black hair, by each other. It's the thing that Knives hates and blames humans for, but he's doing it to himself in the end. And his followers, explicitly Elendira and Dr. Conrad, are waiting it out while toeing the line.

And I think this conversation is a bit of a turning point for Vash, as he sticks up to Knives a bit more than we've seen, stands his ground, and doesn't crumble into a heap of self-pity quite as much. He's trying so hard, especially now that he has people who genuinely and deeply love him (Wolfwood, Meryl) who inspire him to fight harder. He's had some time to reflect on Knives' abuse and he's trying to call him out on it. Of course, our favorite hypocrite won't listen (do they ever?), but it's important that Vash tries.

I've said it before but this panel of Vash standing up to Knives really struck me, even on my first read-through several months ago at breakneck speed. Vash is trying SO HARD to talk some sense into Knives. He's assuming Knives might have some empathy for his brother, that he might listen.

It doesn't work, and it's heartbreaking to realize that it never will. Been there, Vash. You tried, and so valiantly.

When you boil it down to just Knives and Vash, Trigun really is a tragedy.

Oh yeah, and this is in parallel to Wolfwood's conversation with Chapel. (Is it weird that I see Chapel as a fucked-up father figure for Wolfwood? Is that valid?) Obviously Wolfwood is exercising some of Vash's empathy, trying to avoid killing innocent people (which sucks because Chapel goes and kills them right after, trying to show him there's no point to it, the people will die anyway). Chapel is trying to show Wolfwood that he will always be an agent of the Eye of Michael, it's something he can't change, can't escape - he was made to kill.

Wolfwood doesn't argue back. He can't. He's still struggling with his past.

This same volume shows us Wolfwood as a child in the orphanage, caring for a baby. He knows he wasn't always a monster. He knows the Eye made him that way, and of course Chapel is using some good ol' cult tactics to try to keep him reeled in.

Free will vs Determinism.

Blank Ticket vs Made for Murder. Vash vs. Knives. Hope vs. Despair.

That's it, that's the whole manga.

[dozenssporks]

Midnight Zoomies

*a click and rustle accompany an image of Vash pulling back from the camera after turning it on. He is wearing sweats with his red coat half pulled on over it, sitting on the floor cross-legged. The room is dark and Vash is holding a small pocket-flashlight under his chin*

Vash, whispering: do yah ever feel the inner pendulum swing upward in the middle of the night and you've gotta do something or you'll bite off your own fingers? Yeah, no, I didn't think so.

*a nasal snore cuts in when Vash pauses for a breath. Vash ducks his head and glanced back furtively*

Vash: my camera guy is peacefully asleep. Jerk. When I tried to wake him up he said he'd shoot me for real this time. So everybody keep it down unless you want me shot. Which a lot of people do so I guess it's good that you're watching this from the future, haha.

*Holding the flashlight in his teeth Vash drags his bag from off-screen and dumps it on the floor in front of him. There's a lot of rattling and something that sounds like a squeaky toy*

*after an awkwardly long time Vash rummages out a crumpled sheet of printer paper and takes the flashlight out of his mouth*

Vash: here it is! Viewer questions she printed out for me! I've run out of things to do so I'll try and answer some of these. I even did the Sudoku puzzles somebody left in a drawer. Before that I picked the lock on the mini-bar and arranged everything by color. I tried to do origami with my sheets. It didn't work.

*the snoring in the background cuts off and Vash quickly covers the flashlight with his hand, an orange glow seeping from between his fingers*

*there's the sound of someone turning over in bed and the snoring resumes. Vash uncovers the flashlight*

Vash: whew! okay, let's get this show on the road.

*smoothing the paper out on his knee, Vash shines the flashlight on it and squints to make out the text*

Vash: this is a question from somebody named 'wormlife4ever'. That sounds like the name of somebody I'm gonna have to fight. Anyway, he/she/they want to know . . . oh, it's not a question. It says: 'meet me under the Eiffel tower for a tail-kicking'.

*Vash tilts his head side-to-side, then tries moving the paper sideways and then upside-down. He shakes his head*

Vash: Yeah okay you're definitely somebody I have to fight. Can't we just get along, brother? Sister? Sibling? Think of love! Think of peace! Think of the cost of catching a plane to France this time of night! S'il vous plaît, pensez à l'amour!

*there is a pause while vash screws up his eyes and looks at the paper critically*

Vash: is it weird to want to crumple up this paper and eat it? It probably tastes like my socks but I reaaally wanna do it and I'm unsupervised . . . oh, but first. Ahem. You think you can kick my tail, wormy? Do you know how many gas station burritos I've eaten? And lived?! I will kick your tail, I will kick your dog's tail, I will take on a nine-tailed fox, I will kick so many tails! Believe it!

*he takes in a deep breath and slumps as he lets it out again*

Vash: expect I won't. Because love. Peace. The dog did nothing wrong. I'm a pacifist! A hunter of the mayfly of love--hang on I think he's talking in his sleep!

*Vash leans to the right with his hand cupped behind his ear*

Wolfwood: eat--eat yer veggie-tables . . . no pudding . . . wanna lose knife privileges? Pfft. Marigolds . . .

*Wolfwood trails off and he starts to make wheezy, not quite snoring noises*

*Vash is shaking and has his hand flat against his mouth but giggles are escaping. He makes a few attempts to talk but is interrupted by snorts and giggles several times before any words come out*

Vash: I got it recorded!! I'm gonna annoy him with this for the next thirty years! Umph! I think I pulled a rib trying not to laugh! I'm dying! I gotta-I gotta go run around the block a few times before I explode! Love and peace, wormy! Say hi to your dog for me!

Wolfwood, indistinctly: Spiky?

Vash: Oh shooot-

*the video ends*

[wander-wren]

i’m on my third rewatch of tristamp and HUNGRY! (ep4) as an episode is so so special to me. i love it so much.

first of all if you know me in any capacity you’ll understand that i am so. ack. about the inclusion of vash’s food issues as a part of the episode’s arc and not just a one-off line. we see it again in ep8. both times he refuses to eat after a disaster that nai caused (but he blames himself for). but! in episode 8 he only eats again after saving lives/proving himself useful, whereas in episode 4 he eats because wolfwood said he deserves to. indirectly. he doesn’t save anyone. he tries! he’s doing his best! but in the end it’s wolfwood who does all the work. and vash still eats. ack

but yeah i fully believe that comment to zazie, “no matter how heavy the cross is you carry, you deserve to eat. and to laugh!” is why vash later said wolfwood has “the eyes of a good guy.”

(and hey, i do think there’s some significance to him defending wolfwood specifically in the context of wolfwood offering vash food and roberto accusing him of poisoning it. just saying.)

first, the way wolfwood phrases that (especially since right before, he said to zazie “i’m like you”) makes it seem like he knows what it is to carry a (metaphorical) cross, and to feel like you don’t deserve things. so vash feels a kinship with him and admires that he’s apparently overcome that and is trying to help zazie do the same.

(now, we find out later that wolfwood already knows zazie, but i’m working with the assumption that he didn’t realize it was her yet. correct me if im wrong on that. if i am wrong i’ll be sad bc i’ll have to reevaluate a lot :(()

second, it definitely matches up with things rem and luida said about food, which boils down to “whether you choose to eat it or not it still matters that you get it, that you have that choice.” which, uh. we’re gonna unpack my own feelings on that at a later time, possibly never. but that definitely would help vash to see wolfwood as trustworthy/good.

to be clear, vash isn’t naive. from their limited interactions he can see wolfwood has some darkness to him, and he can see that he’s used to being disliked, distrusted. he doesn’t bat an eye at meryl and roberto questioning him, but he does react to vash calling him good. vash has had 150+ years to get good at reading people. wolfwood even calls him out about turning his back multiple times, calling him stupid, but rhen he proves vash right by not hurting him.

of course, there’s another layer to the whole eating thing, which is that vash might not need to eat? it’s implied that he likes food/eating in flashbacks, and we learn later that he isn’t a defective plant, he can generate things (in a way), so it would follow that he doesn’t need food??

which might seem, initially, like it lessens the impact of his disordered eating. but it doesn’t. first of all, it’s still a thing vash takes pleasure in, which he has very little of, so denying himself food as punishment is still Very Bad. but also…it’s kind of the only effective form of self-harm he has. he heals quickly and has an insane pain tolerance, and he has literally nothing to lose because he doesn’t have anything/anyone to start with. maybe he won’t starve, but that’s not the point.

[makima-s-most-smile]

Plantussy-Shirt Part 2 Aftermath

continuation of this. I love casual scenes, but I cannot stop to add hints at angst. Again, modern au, independent plants were recently integrated into society. Wolfwood is somewhat of a social worker with a past™, Vash has his share of trauma and tries to be independent, Nai is... a rich snob/smothering, overprotective brother, but at least he doesn't try to destroy humanity?

Of course, Wolfwood stays the night. Ever since his brother has dragged this washed-up excuse for a decent human man into the flat, he has made himself at home. Like a scrungly, scabies-infested streetcat, he has claimed this space by all but spoken word. Access to their food, their drinks, their entertainment. He has no shame. And worse, he has no idea how to enjoy them right. The first time Wolfwood has opened their cupboards in his incessant search for calories, he has asked Nai in all seriousness where they have stashed the cup noodles. And when Nai has told him that they do not own any trash food in his house, Wolfwood had the gall to react with pity. “All those fancy ass salts and nothing to really enjoy.” Wolfwood is insufferable. To make a point, Nai doesn't know which and he is sure Wolfwood has forgotten it, too, he has tried every last one of Nai’s salts and has dared to say they all taste the same. That has to be a Wolfwood thing… No way humanity would have that selection of that many table salts if they really thought all taste the same… They do taste different! Wolfwood makes him doubt his sanity over salts. Nai despises him.

Five am. The sun is slowly peeking over the horizon. The glass front lets its beams into the room without any hindrance. They light it up in soft reds and oranges. Nai has time to breathe. In the house are two other beating hearts, one outside and he can accept that as his new reality. As long as they sleep, they don’t get on his nerves. Here’s to another two hours of quiet until his brother rushes to his silly, little job, too late to prepare food, too late to do anything but run. But that’s why he has Nai. Organised, responsible and dependable. As it should be. Right now, he can enjoy is bottle of liquid food - vanilla, as it should be - and prepare for the day.

A door opens. Nai’s mood immediately sours. He grabs the packet of organic bagels and gets to work. Bare feet slap audibly on the floor as their owner doesn’t even try to be considerate of sleepers. “Mrn,” Wolfwood walks into the kitchen, topsless like the evening before, shirt over his arm, jacket on.

“Are you a caveman?,” Nai snaps back.

“Mrn t’me, tu?,” a half-vocalised question, part due to tiredness, part due to obnoxiousness.

“Greet me right or don’t greet me at all, Wolfwood.”

Wolfwood shrugs and opens the fridge. Ever since he has started to stay over, Vash has cleared a bit of space in his part of the fridge. Nai wants to burn the contents with fire. Wolfwood pulls out a store brand iced coffee and downs it in front of the open fridge. Then another. And another. He ends his excess with a relieved sigh. “God damn, I am alive again. Mornin’, Sharpie,” he greets Nai again, this time with enthusiasm.

“Why are you like this?”

“I was dropped as a kid…,” Wolfwood answers without a moment’s hesitation, still way to chipper.

This is why Nai hates Wolfwood. He never knows what that man will say or try next, he only knows that he will and be as insufferable as possible about it. It is uncharted territory, but Nai is in dire need of a map. “Ugh, and, let me guess, you fell on your head… Great way to excus…”

“From the fifth floor, after being held by the ankles. It was attempted homicide. They don’t know if it was my dad or my mom,” Wolfwood smiles, his eyes unmoving in their tired, blunt state. As if he hasn’t just dropped a bombshell, he leans forward, one arm for support on the counter, stretching the other to steal the bagel that Nai is making. “Maybe it was a team effort.”

“Okay…,” Nai watches as Wolfwood lifts the bagel from his plate. He has made it for the human anyway, but now he kinda wants him to choke on it. 

Between too big bites, Wolfwood continues, mouth still full: “After that I was put from foster home to foster home until I landed in an secret testing lab where they pumped me full off…” “I really tried to have a real conversation with you,” Nai interrupts Wolfwood sharply. “But I understand that you are unable to do so… Also… Never make that joke around Vash. You should at least have enough mental capacity to know why…”

Wolfwood shrugs, entirely too quiet and too eager to let the topic drop for Nai’s taste. Nai squints at Wolfwood, who has turned away to forage the fridge again. Not enough and not the right kind of scars to make his story believable, but too many for an easy life. Fingers and nose have been broken; knuckles bust open; hands worn down by hard work; two bullet wounds through and through; smaller, longer scars, knifework, but not medicinal. Vash trusts too easily and too readily. His affirmation that Wolfwood has the eyes of a good guy echoes hollow against the message the state of Wolfwood's body sends. Then his behaviour, crude and unrefined, by choice. Nai has seen him act towards other people, people in positions of power. That is a completely different man than the one squatting in front of his fridge. And even with his back turned to Nai, Nai knows Wolfwood is watching him, listening to any move he makes. Vash has no experience with humanity, but Nai has. And Wolfwood, he’s humanity’s worst in flesh. Wolfwood. Is. Dangerous.

“Can I have this?,” Wolfwood interrupts Nai’s thoughts and holds out a handmade, cloth-bound cheddar. 

“Where is your own stuff? Aren’t you basically living here?” “I didn’t plan to. I don’t even have yer door code. Vash asked me to stay the night. How was I to predict that it would be five days in a row?,” he turns to Nai. His bluntness changes suddenly to a voice full of fake tears and despair. “I want to go home again. I have forgotten the faces of my family, Nai! Help!”

Nai stares. 

“No, joking. Ya threw away my cup noodles,” his voice back to normal.

“That’s not food.”

“It wasn’t yours!,” Wolfwood disagrees.

“It wasn’t in its dedicated spot!”

“Who the fuck puts cup noodles in a fridge?”

“Fine, eat the stupid cheddar. I wasn’t going to eat it anyway,” Nai gives in. It’s true anyway. Both of them. Wolfwood nods, satisfied, and bites a whole chunk out of it. Nai does not comment on his manners.

“Say…,” Wolfwood starts, still chewing.

“What is it?”

“Is it a plant thing?,” Wolfwood points to the package of bagels.

“Please come again? It is made from plants, flora, yes, but I somehow get the notion that this is not what you are referring to, Wolfwood. Use your words.”

“The loving round things with holes thing.”

“Ah,” Nai blinks. Yes, there is a pattern there. “No… It is a Vash thing.”

Wolfwood seems to think about it and comes to the conclusion that yes, liking round wheat things with holes is a Vash thing. It checks out. He nods.

“Well, Imma head out,” Wolfwood takes another bite of the cheddar and throws away the rind. “Hope ya have a good day at work.”

“It’s five thirty.”

Wolfwood puts his shoes on. “Yep, and I need a run, a shower, a change of clothes and then I still need to get to work.”

“Just shower here and wear the clothes you wore yesterday, it is not like you’re picky.”

“Ya really think I’d wear that shirt in front of kids?” Nai’s eyes widen as he grasps for words. Wolfwood grins, grabs Vash’s prepared food and books it. “Thanks for the food! Bye!”

Legato is standing watch at the entrance. It will be another two hours till Vash will run past him, then another half an hour till he can join his boss on his way to work. His boss takes utmost care to separate his job from his private life. Legato has never set foot inside of the house. “Moocher,” Legato greets Wolfwood as the other rushes past him from the inside. “Boy toy,” Wolfwood greets him back, passing him without even a glance and rummaging inside a brown paper bag for something to eat.

[pancake-breakfast]

Well, it's a good thing I tried to get ahead earlier in the week because it took this long for me to get to the last part.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 4, Chapters 6-7 below.

Chapter 6: The Bystanders

Falling ships and giant worms. Looks like we're off to a great start here.

Ok, I really hope we get a worms-eye view of The Fall in Stampede. I'm not gonna hold my breath given that they've kinda already covered it and they just don't have a ton of episodes to work with, but I love love love the idea that we get this backstory from the perspective of the planet's native, sentient, and very inhuman inhabitants.

You know what, Zazie? I dunno what this face is supposed to be, either.

Ah, the Japanese inclination to apologize for everything.

Oh, gods. Nightow's gonna intersperse this backstory with the boys fighting, isn't he? *SIGH* I wouldn't normally complain, but Nightow's fights are, far more often than not, hard enough to follow to begin with.

For as twisted as his body is, Hoppered's hands look very normal. I don't know what I was expecting.

Ohhh, Hoppered's beef is about July. Shoot, I saw someone make a comment about one of the cops in Stampede during July, and now that makes sense. Like, at the very least, that cop's line was a callback to this scene.

Ah, the innate trouble with translating the two-syllable Japanese "待って" (ma'tay) to the monosyllabic English word "wait." Personally, I would have gone with "W-- Wait!" but I'm not the one doing translations here.

Vash is denying it because he can't imagine wanting to destroy a city, but Hoppered is right; he just doesn't know.

Is... is Hoppered crying?

Eyyyy, old-school Hoppered! Looks like he was a bit of an odd one even before he joined up with the Gung-Ho Guns.

Ah, there's that term "independent." But the way Zazie's presenting it is making me think about it in whole new ways. Stampede brought it up in a way that made me think of them as having a freedom other Plants don't, but this interpretation has me thinking of the innate alone-ness of both Vash and Knives, what that means to them, how they deal with it and how they make it a part of their being. Knives revels in it and lets it feed his sense of superiority (much to Legato's dismay, I'm sure). Meanwhile, Vash... I wouldn't say he resents it, but he finds it very lonely, and it doesn't make him feel superior so much as it makes him feel very Other.

And here's the first place we have it straight-up said that they're Plants.

Ah, so the Bystanders referred to in this chapter title are Vash and Knives. I thought it might end up being the worms. But hey, no reason the title can't work both ways.

And then ANGEL ARM?!?! Ohhhh, Zazie's story's being interwoven with Hoppered's. This is July. How was I supposed to know that without metagame knowledge??

Ok, this panel is great, 'cause it was only a few pages back that Zazie noted they have the innate ability to sense others' emotions. It just adds a level of intimidation on the whole thing.

Hahahaha, Midvalley. I guess I shouldn't laugh at his suffering, but he tried to kill Wolfwood, so eh.

There's something innately ridiculous with him being like, "Time to pull out the BIG GUNS!!!" and then immediately being like, "Aw, man! My instrument's busted or something...."

"He's almost too pathetic to kill at this point." Rude.

Black-suited moron? Wolfwood?

Yeah, it's Wolfwood.

Milly to the rescue! Again!

LOL, he's doing better than he looks.

But not as good as he thinks he's doing.

The Adventures of Big Girl and Short Woman by Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Uhhhh, who's the person with the light?

Hahahaha, Zazie looks sooooo unimpressed with Midvalley right now.

Zazie has a point, but I think he's preaching to the choir here.

Where tf did Midvalley get alcohol from all of a sudden? Also, is the alcohol called "Drifter"? If so, that's kinda cool. Something something meaningful names for alcohol in this series.

Oop, Zazie's worm sense is tingling!

Chapter 7: Hopeless Sinner

CW: Suicidal ideation

Oh, Vash. This look has me really worried for you.

"Sinner" is generally the word Knives uses for humans in this series. I wonder, though, if it might be being used to apply to Vash here.

Ohhh, babygirl looks soooo troubled. And then looking up and seeing the hole in the moon.... That's not gonna improve his mood.

Ah. He remembers. And... you know... in this shot, he looks amazingly like Knives.

Heh. Hoppered just... sort of peering over him. Like he's checking on his wellbeing. It's the opposite, but the casualness of it is deceptively calm.

I'm... honestly not quite sure what Hoppered did to silence Vash here. Slap him, I guess?

Ooooof. Vash just straight up embraces the killing urge inside him. He looks it straight in the face and says, "Yeah. This is a part of me." But in the same breath he rejects it, says it's not something he wants because he doesn't want to go down that path. He doesn't want it so bad he'd take his own life to keep it from taking over.

Gods, he's sooooo sad. Even Hoppered feels bad for him.

Hoppered still wants him dead, and still wants to die, as well. TBH, this feels more like he empathizes with Vash to some degree. Something something double suicide.

Uhhhhh, sudden light??

Yeah, I dunno what happened here, either. Vash got knocked somewhere?

*sigh* Wheeeerrrrre does Wolfwood think he's going???

Did... he just gut-punch Milly????

Yes. Yes, he did.

He deserves booing. But I love how he just... caves. I bet he didn't really want to leave and was only gonna do so to get Milly out of there. But Milly didn't want to go peacefully and so here we are.

I really feel like Midvalley should get a strap for his sax. It seems like that would be useful. And this series can't have too many straps, belts, etc.

If five seconds is all it takes, why isn't Vash dead yet? Hmmmmm???

Uhhhhh, what's with this crazy airship??

Ohhhhh, shit. I have enough spoilers to know who that is.

This chair, though. It looks like a musical instrument.

Author Bonus Chapter

I have no idea what Nightow is rambling about here with this Barbarian Bonehead All-Stars nonsense.

Ohhh, so this isn't Kuroneko. This is Nya-Kun. My bad, I got them confused.

"My emotions are overflowing into rambling!!!" Hahahahahaha, I know we all do this from time to time, but it just feels very Nightow.

Ohhhh, something got lost in translation here. I've watched enough Attack on Titan to know that apparently Nightow replaced a word here with the pronunciation for "heart," but there's no corelary on the page.

I had heard about Nightow's love of action figures.

"They gather at the ocean with pleasant feeling." This sounds like something that was translated too literally from Japan. The phrase doesn't quite work in English.

"The meaning of their name in Japanese is 'omocha buzoku.'" This tells me nothing about the meaning of their name in Japanese. I am very confused.

Ah, he addressed the difference in the planet name from the manga to the anime. Sort of.

Haaaahahahahaha, ok, Story Time. A couple weeks ago I was at Anime Expo with @sweetpotoooooooos, and she went to a panel by Studio Bones (one of the old-timers as studios go) on one of the days when I couldn't attend. She said that during the panel, Bones mentioned that when they first got word of just how popular Fullmetal Alchemist (the original) was in the U.S., they thought they were being lied to. The numbers seemed too high. (As someone who was into anime at that time, I can verify that four of their five titles preceding FMA were talked about in the community, but only Wolf's Rain actually aired on Adult Swim where it could reach a broad audience... and... well, let's just say Wolf's Rain is not as good as FMA. (It does have an excellent Yoko Kanno soundtrack, though.)) FMA was first broadcast on Adult Swim in 2004. Trigun was first broadcast on Adult Swim in '03. The idea that anything anime would be popular enough to warrant action figures in the West would have absolutely been mind-blowing to any mangaka, and much more so one as in love with figures as Nightow.

Mata nee, minna-san!

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[scoundrels-in-love]

I would love the DVD commentary on this part from "If this is communication, I disconnect (I need you, you want me, but I don't know how to connect)":

--

“I love you, Vash,” she says and with his sharp inhale, realizes this is the first time she’s said it out loud to him, but she can’t pause, can’t hesitate or she will do something foolish, like asking if he -, “but I don't think staying here is helping you.”

He remains silent and the heaviness in her chest begins to tip over into an aching frustration. She’s once again talking to a wall that has somehow found itself placed in her kitchen, in her life.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’ve tried everything I know and then some and yet you’ve never felt further from me than now. All these months and you haven’t trusted me with a single shred of your pain.”

--

There were so many parts of this fic that broke me, but I had to set my phone down and pause my reading briefly after this part. Just...wow.

Hi hi lovely! Sorry for taking so long to answer, this week has been... A lot, to say the least.

Oh boy, this scene. The whole kitchen scene, in fact. Almost from the start of conceptualizing this fic, I knew Meryl would tell Vash she loved him and it'd be the first time it's said outloud.

However, originally, the whole thing was intended to be... Gentler. With Meryl trying to do what's right carefully, without spilling so much of her own anger and hurt.

As I began writing the story and the more I came closer to the whole kitchen argument, I realized - it is that. An argument. One sided maybe, because Vash doesn't engage, but that's the problem in itself.

I even went to friends, asking if it'd feel unfair, cruel and wrong to readers if Meryl ended up... Not being particularly gentle to him, even though he is a depressed, grieiving mess that does deserve understanding. They told me to do what feels right. And so I did. Because she's depressed, grieving mess, too. And by god, she's tried to do the good, patient routine and it's gotten both of them nowhere.

It felt a lot more honest to write how it came to me - the hurt, the guilt, the exhaustion, the doubts - all swirling together into an anger and something sharp edged that only cuts deeper into herself, but she cannot quite stop it, once it has been let to breathe.

Also, early on in the story she says Vash is enclosed by walls, now she compares him to one instead. I didn't catch it originally, but on reread it's interesting amp up on how her view shifts on his immovability towards her, how closed off he is and how pointless it is to try and talk to him.

And yes, she very much still wants to ask him if he also loves her, but it's not the time, the place and she doesn't think she's got the rights to. But most of all, she is afraid of the answer. Any answer, at all. And how she might react. Even if he says he does. That she might explode (you love me and yet you do all this?!) and he would never dare to bring it up again. Or that he would say it only to appease her. Or that a silence would tear her apart completely.

For some of the behind the scene details, some what's going on in character's head tidbits that didn't get said quite so in the story itself.

There's lot of guilt in Meryl, beneath the layers of anger - for not being enough to have any impact on Wolfwood's life (or death), for not being someone who could've been there with them all along so she was only a distant link in the complicated feelings between the three of them, on not being someone who can fix or even really help Vash at all. Meanwhile, something that he doesn't get to say is that he keeps waiting for her to blame him for Wolfwood's death, someone she loved too, as he blames himself.

Send me excerpt from my fic and I will give you the DVD commentary on it?<3

[eventheodds]

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

actions speak louder than words.

She can’t quite remember a moment in time since they found him, tied upside down and dangling several feet off the ground, where there’d been a moment that they could just sit and take stock of where they needed to go and what supplies to replenish.

Meryl isn’t complaining—far from it—but she feels a restlessness beginning to creep up that makes her want to chase down the next location, knowing she and Roberto will be in tow, or bringing Vash, to where he’s being pulled to. Even Wolfwood seems to agree on this, wanting to keep moving, to remain ten steps ahead of whatever will happen or come at them next.

In the end, Roberto has the final say as he’s adamant on stopping for the night. It’s through him that they’re able to secure two rooms for the night—something about knowing the innkeeper and how he owed Roberto several favours. When Meryl prods and asks her questions, Roberto doesn’t give much in the way of details, but she tries to fill in the blanks based on her mentor’s camaraderie with the owner and his family.

Something about the seven cities and the drug bust he managed to crack wide open, exposing everything to the public. She lets him catch up with old friends, giving him that much considering the amount of shit she’s put them through.

She doesn’t know where Wolfwood went to, but she spots Vash walking back to their room, a brown paper bag held in his prosthetic hand. The smell of fried dough reaches her and she follows until she’s in step with him and he holds the door open so she can go inside first.

“You gonna share those?”

While they’d been given a room, that didn’t mean they were able to secure a meal. Having gotten in here late, the cook and kitchens closed for the night, options were limited save for whatever food stands kept open until the middle of the night. Lucky for Vash, a doughnut stand was still open and taking orders.

“Oh…I don’t know. Doughnuts are kinda my favourite and I’ve seen you go on about how they’re not a proper meal.”

She doesn’t think he’s serious until she tries to reach for one and he pulls the bag away. “Hey!”

“Hey is for thomases.”

She tries again, her fingers barely skimming the bag and she can feel how the warmth has seeped through, along with the various oil stains of being freshly fried. “C’mon Vash, please?”

There’s an emphasis in the way he picks up a doughnut from the bag and bites into it, maintaining eye contact with her all the while and this sets Meryl off as she lunges towards him, grace and poise—not that she has much of those—completely gone, but he’s able to see her from a mile away and very well could have side stepped or moved, but he doesn’t and she crashes into him.

Miraculously, his grip on the bag remains secured and not a single doughnut has been lost.

He smiles up at her, cheeks full of fried dough before he swallows and takes another bite. As he brings the doughnut to his lips, Meryl grabs a hold of his wrist and pulls him so she can lean down to take a bite. Her lips are a ghost’s touch away from his prosthetic fingers and when she pulls back, morsel in her mouth, she purses her lips that almost can be mistaken for a kiss against the cerulean fingers.

She hoots and hollers at her victory, chewing and relishing in the taste of sweet dough that’s been fried to perfection. Vash is looking up at her, and she can’t quite pin the expression on his face but only that it makes her stop her victory cheer to gaze down at him in kind.

“So, now can I have one—a whole one—or am I gonna have to do this again?”

It doesn’t register right away that she’s straddled his stomach, but she finds herself seeking out his hands, once they’re free of any fried pastry, and places her hands upon his. Fingers splayed, palm to palm, Meryl is quiet as she takes in the difference of their hands—in their sizes—but she can tell that Vash is the only who’s marvelling at this.

“So teeny…”

“Hey!”

“No, I don’t mean it in a mean way, promise.”

She can feel him flexing his fingers against her hand, like he wants to twine them together. She lets him and even now it looks and feels like he could encompass her…and Meryl finds herself not quite opposing that idea.

It makes her flush, just a little, but she remains where she is, still straddled on his stomach, their hands measured and folded together. A soft gurgle from her stomach brings her back to the moment where she pulls one hand away and reaches over him to pick up the bag and procure another doughnut.

“These really are good,” she says in between bites and Vash smiles up at her that makes her think it could mean something more than what it actually is.

“So, you’re just gonna steal my doughnuts and that’s it then?”

“Yep.”

“I see how it is.”

“You’ve got more than enough in there to share with me.”

“I can polish off this bag on my own, you know. We’ll see how you like it when I take half of your sundae.”

“Sundaes are small and meant for one person—a single portion—you ordered thirty double dollars worth of fried dough!”

“Sharing is caring, Meryl Stryfe.”

She huffs and reaches for another doughnut and shoves it into his mouth.

[humanoidtyphoons]

trimax vol 14! last one!

-it’s so so good that the volume cover is vash smiling like the goof he is, and the back cover is the peace sign. i love him soooo. truly the embodiment of love and peace!! character of all time!!!

-ack, wolfwood. he’s so prominent this volume. he’s the reason why vash shoots and kills legato. he’s seen when vash views the dead. he talks to livio as a ghost. and he haunts and he haunts the narrative post vol 10. and jfc. character of all time.

-truly the way vash loves wolfwood that he’s been so fundamentally changed by it. that he wants to protect what wolfwood loves. legato is absolutely going to kill livio if vash does nothing and vash… he has to protect wolfwood’s wishes. what wolfwood has fought for all this time. so vash makes the choice. realizes that he was kind of an asshole, maybe??? calling wolfwood a coward???

-it’s such an interesting parallel to have legato pull vash’s gun to his head and asking him to shoot, and wolfwood doing the same thing first. only, legato isn’t forcing himself to play the devil like wolfwood was. whatever choice vash makes would delight him, bc it would torment vash. maybe not the same way as it happened in tri98, but i love that he forces vash’s hand all the same. that this decision vash makes is a consequence of wolfwood’s death, made textually explicit with the double spread of wolfwood and the punisher, the words he said that day, when he asked vash to shoot.

-milly and meryl going to space!!! love it!!!

-vash shutting down after killing legato… yeah. you do need a breather, buddy.

-ngl i love vash and knives fighting, and failing and vash choosing to save knives, taking the brunt. i love how different their feathers look.

-knives looking like he’s set on fire, his energy consuming him and burning him out looks so cool ngl. what a badass look.

-vash surrounded by feathers is super pretty

-meryl/vash, where vash knows she’s afraid and tells her she’s brave anyway. she is. he promises to return to her, and then doesn’t, cause he’s a liar. cute!!

-i love seeing the plant sisters being saved!!! they don’t deserve to be consumed by knives’ egomania.

-there’s something sweet about knives asking humans he doesn’t know to save his brother, and then using the last of his powers to grow an apple tree. he’s been so isolated and rage filled for a century and a half, but… being around vash, he… tries. that he cares.

-i can’t decide whether i prefer knives living or dying at the end. i find the anime sweet bc i do like that vash decides to be more active and force knives to engage with humanity more, under his eye, so no one dies. but on the other hand… using the last of his power as a good deed… that’s really good too… like it’s bittersweet but it shows that even knives is capable of change. maybe he was irredeemable and had done too much wrong, but. vash loves him, even so. and, in his final hour, he did good.

-i got so used to vash having black hair that it’s almost a shock to see vash blonde in a flashback, ngl.

-there’s something stupid wonderful about the end feeling like it’s the beginning again. milly and meryl might be journalists, now, but vash is trying to run from them and so they’re back again on his tail, like a more benevolent roadrunner and coyote! he’s goofy and silly and i just adore him, and milly & meryl hot on his heels.

also the colour double spread of vash in his red coat and black hair and the endless desert is a delight!!! completely forgot this detail!!!

i feel healed, idk. it’s such a charming story, still. how much i love the characters, and how they struggle with what they believe is right, but they try all the same. it’s going to be okay.

but most of all, remember, love and peace!!!

[multiverse-imagines]

How do you think Vash and Wolfwood would deal with having sex for the first time with their s/o and it turns out their s/o is lovingly soft dominant. They end up just naturally taking charge cuz they wanna make sure wolfwood/Vash and themselves are equally satisfied and tired when finished cuz they love vash/wolfwood so much?

So this one is a twofer!!!! I am disgruntled at how I was more invested in the Wolfwood one, but maybe I'll write some proper Vash smut that I'm willing to post on the Internet soon. Still loved writing them!

Vash: Let Me Love You

It was late at the Inn, and you had curled up with Vash for the night. Though you were comfortable, he seemed to be squirming.

"You okay, Vash?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Y-Yeah, it's just that my shirt is a little uncomfortable." He placed his hand on the tight compression armor shirt he always wore under his coat.

"You can take it off if you want." You frowned, concerned for his comfort.

"I-I lost my last T-shirt after leaving the last town, so I don't have anything to change into."

"You don't have to wear a shirt around me, I'm your partner, ya know?" Vash seemed taken aback by your words.

"I don't want you to see my scars. They're not something I like people to see."

"It's not gonna chase me away, Love. Besides, it's pretty dark here anyway." You shrugged. Vash paused before sitting up on the bed, and taking off the heavy and stiff shirt. Tossing it to thunk on the floor near his bag. He laid back down quickly, bringing the blanket you shared over his shoulder. You cuddled up to him once again, giving him gentle kisses.

You somehow awoke before him the next morning, the blanket had been tossed aside in Vash's sleep, allowing you to gently run your fingers over the various scars and metal plating on his chest as he lay flat on his back. There were so many of them. You had seen the four that flowed over his shoulder, and grown fond of it, but this little cross on his hip was becoming your new favorite. You looked over his torso with wonder and delight.

"H-Having fun?" Vash stuttered, causing you to snap your head up to him.

"I didn't mean to wake you!" You pulled your hand away.

"N-no, please, keep touching them. No one ever has." He glanced away momentarily. You smiled and continued exploring the scars on his chest. The triple slashing scar on his right shoulder, and the long one that passed them and ended at his right peck. The skin was rough, yet he still stiffened at your touch. He seemed to be keeping himself from squirming. You moved to sit on top of him, straddling his thighs.

You inspected one that had been piquing your interest, the three metal bars that resided along his ribs on his right side. They ended just before the largest scar that spanned the entire curve of his side, down to his hip. You traced your fingers along the edge of it, and you tried not to give attention to the way he tripped the bed sheets beneath him.

His sweatpants were down just far enough to see the scar on the side of his hip, next to your favorite cross. You gave extra attention to that one, giving a gentle massage

You moved to the metal grate that covered where his left nipple used to be, and the sprawling scars just beneath them. You took notice of a small stitch that ended just before his prosthetic arm. He stifled a giggle as your thumb grazed it. You paid it no mind as you inspected the scars on his left shoulder. You noticed one just above his clavicle. Since you had nowhere else to look for the moment, you leaned forward on his lap, giving a gentle kiss on his neck.

A hitching hiss ran through his teeth, and you knew it was time.

"So you like that, Vash?" You whispered. He nodded under you, and you began working your way back around his scars, giving attentive kisses to every scar.

"H-hey, you don't have to-" he was cut off by the look you gave him. You were looking up from the small scar just above the cross, and you slid forward to kiss him, your hips now resting on his.

"I want to." You whispered, not backing up too far from his lips, "I want to give love to every scar on your body. They're a part of you, and I love all of you." You returned to his lips before he could answer, only letting a grunt slip between the two of you, "So Vash, will you let me love you?"

"Y-YesPlease." He said hurriedly as if to keep himself from refusing.

~End~

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Wolfwood: A Confession Well Versed

It started with a few too many drinks. It always seemed like it started that way. Though the two of you had been minorly Intimate, it was always the alcohol that seemed to loosen the two of you up.

It was how you admitted your feelings for one another. Your first kiss was fueled by Southern Comfort and Jack Daniels.

"I appreciate you inviting me to your room, ya know. It means a lot." He mumbled, attempting to be quiet as the two of you walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor of the Inn and entered your room.

"Yeah, but if I may say, I don't think you're much of a preacher. I mean, you get sloshed on Sundays, and… and…" you trailed off trying to find a second reason. Had you been a little more with it, you would have found the perfect opportunity to call out his irresponsibility due to him losing the room key to his room at the inn.

That's why he was here, in your room taking his clothes off. His sun tanned skin shined an Enchanting bronze in the moonlight from the window. You had changed into your own pajamas of red shorts and a blue tank top. Down to an undershirt and his blue & white striped boxer shorts, he waltzed towards you,

"I am a real preacher. I live by the word of God, and do my best to help my fellow man." He defended. He placed a kiss to your lips, the mix of whiskey and bourbon sending a chill down your spine, "for instance, I can see all that desire to sin all over your face. You can always use my confessional, you know."

"Why don't you prove it, Preacher Man? I can confess my sins without that stupid box." You said as you gently pushed him down to sit onto your bed, "Preach to me." You pushed him back gently and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. He paused a moment, thrown off by your assertive motion. He sat up against the headboard to the best of his ability.

"Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goat leaping down the slopes of Gilead.” Song of Solomon Chapter 4: 3" he recited, placing a hand to cup your face, and a hand to run through your hair.

"You know if it weren't for the goat part, I would have thought you were lying. Good job." You kissed him sweetly, giving a soft grind of your hips against his. He stifled a growl of pleasure before parting from you.

“Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.” Song of Solomon Chapter 4:11" he nearly chanted as he pulled your shirt off of your torso.

"My bride? That's lovely, but I'm pretty sure that booze is the only fragrance here." You hummed a smile, and returned to his lips, pressing him into the bed, and paused to remove your shorts and underwear. He did the same, removing his clothes before the two of you joined again. He hummed contently, casually taking a breast into each hand.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that graze among the lilies.” Song of Solomon 4: 5" he gave a gentle squeeze in a slow rhythm. You sighed out airy moans at the touch,

"Did you know… I used to read the bible too?"

"Did you? Let me hear something." He smirked.

"(Proverbs 7:13-18) She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said: “Today I fulfilled my vows, and I have food from my fellowship offering at home. So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you! I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. Come, let’s drink deeply of love till morning; let’s enjoy ourselves with love" you recited the lengthy verse, "Something that's not from the Song of Solomon." You teased as you then took his lips to distract him before slipping his drunken cock inside you. This was the first time the two of you had taken this step, but you moved together as if you were always meant to be in sync like this.

"May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love

(Proverbs 5:18-19)" You rhythmically chanted no louder than a whisper above him as you pumped from on top of him. Wolfwood seemed to relax at the scripture being recited.

"It was never the alcohol, really. It just helps." He groans from beneath you. A low giggle came from your throat, as you moved to kiss his neck.

"Really, is there something Preacher Man needs to confess?" You teased him.

"Drinking seemed to be the only way I could talk to you seriously. I've loved every moment, even if I don't always get to remember them in the morning."

"Is that so?" You kissed the side of his face, "Then let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits." You recited a Song of Songs verse as you picked up your pace, and it wasn't long before a wave of orgasm crashed over you. Nicolas pressed heated kisses to your face as he moved his legs to take a small amount of control to help you through your orgasm. You let yourself rest against him, and once your body seemed to relax, you were rolled over onto your back. Nicolas above you now.

"Your turn to confess, my love." He pressed kisses into your lips,

"Your turn to finish, Preacher." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he sheathed himself into you, "I worried t-that you wouldn't want someone like m-me. Being a man of G-God and stuff." You struggled to speak through his quick thrusts. You moaned and sighed as he pumped into you.

"God has done a lot of shitty things to me. He can let me have this one." He huffed and kissed you roughly.

"Then have as much as you want. For the feast shall always be plentiful." You spoke under his lips.

"Pretty sure that's not a verse of the bible." He giggled

"Then it should be! Feast, Nicholas." he groaned and you felt his thrusts lose their rhythm. He removed himself from you, and laid on the outer side of the bed next to you, taking you into his arms. He lit a cigarette, making sure to not get ashes on you.

"Any other confessions before we sleep?" You asked. He blew out a puff of smoke before allowing his head to lob his gaze in your direction.

"I love it when you call me Nicolas."

~End~