#trigun drabble

[fruitsoxs]

I just read the jealousy drably you posted and I already really enjoy your writing! I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and I was wondering if we could get a part 2 of sorts with comforting and loving Vash after realizing the situation made him a bit upset/ jealous. Whether you write it or not, I can’t wait to see your further work 👍

i decided to throw these two requests together!

Part 1

pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader

warnings: a bit of angst, vash cries, wolfwood is kind of a jerk

notes: yeah- part 2 so soon for you babes. ily all! he one bed trope is kinda weak here so i think i might write another drabble or fic later because I love that trope. also is this a little too long to be a drabble? idk

Vash

Your eyes flicker to the man beside you for a moment. He’s not looking at you- no his eyes are conveniently tracing every other thing in this room but you. His blue eyes refuse to land on you, no matter how much you try to intercept his vision. You briefly wonder how long he can look at the same lamp before getting bored, but your sarcastic thoughts are cut short when he finally speaks up.

“I’ll switch with Meryl-” Vash says suddenly causing your eyes to widen in confusion. 

What is going on with him? 

Sure this room only has one bed. Yeah it’s a little awkward, but it’s never been such a big problem before. In fact, you have been traveling with Vash for so long that it has happened multiple times before and has never been this big of a deal! You thought the two of you were close enough that something this small wouldn’t matter- but apparently you were wrong.

Actually, Vash has been acting like this for a little over a week now. He’s been avoiding your gaze, not talking to you, and even refusing to joke around like he once did. Every time you try to approach him, it feels like he’s putting up this wall to keep you away. Even the others have started to notice. Wolfwood has been giving the two of you curious glances, and he’s kinda bad at picking up on that stuff.

You’re honestly starting to get tired of it- he’s given you no explanation about why he’s suddenly distant, and it’s beginning to really hurt. You aren’t just close with him, you’re pretty much in love with him. You have been for a long time- and while you don’t mind staying friends, it hurts more than anything to have him push you away this far.

“Don’t bother.” You finally answer after a moment of silence. “They won’t switch with either of us- they did this on purpose.” You explain throwing your bag into the corner of the room. Vash flinches at this- and you sighand take a deep breath. 

Another awkward silence fills the room, and you find yourself staring at him as he avoids your gaze again. His eyes shoot over to you for only half a second before they go back to that stupid lamp. A deep anger starts to bubble up in your chest. You don’t like getting mad at him. You barely ever do. But right now? He’s hurting you. Every time he looks away, every time he ignores you, it makes your heart sting.

You can’t even think of a reason why he’s doing this! It all started a week ago after a night at the bar. You went to grab everyone some drinks, and when you came back Vash was gone. When you asked, Wolfwood just shrugged and told you he went to bed. After that? Nothing.

“Which side do you want?” You ask, trying desperately to get anything out of him. Vash just shrugs. “I’ll take the floor.” He says without even turning to you.

Your heart sinks. What have you done? You don’t understand. 

“What is going on with you?” You suddenly ask, a little angrier than you mean to be. You can see a change in his body immediately. He goes rigged- tense. “What do you mean?” He asks. You sigh and slump down onto the bed- resting your head in your hands. “You’ve been quiet- too quiet. Every time I try to talk to you, you find some excuse to walk away. You won’t sit next to me in the car. You refuse to even look at me-” You cut yourself off, feeling tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “What did I do?”

He looks over at you with wide eyes. It’s the first time he’s looked at you in days, and now you can see that something is very wrong. His eyes are dark- his face is pale. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. 

Oh.

You’re so stupid. All this time you’ve been so hurt by him ignoring you, you haven’t really paid attention to him. This isn’t about you, or maybe it is, but there’s obviously something deeper happening here. There’s something really wrong.

“You didn’t do anything. I-” He starts to explain- but can’t seem to get it out. He turns away from you again. “It’s me.” He finally concludes. In the moonlight from the window you can see his shoulders shake slightly. 

“Oh Vash…” You immediately get up and reach out for his arm, he doesn’t stop you. You grab him and pull him close, hugging him tightly. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t hug you back for a second- his body stiff. Eventually though, his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close. The hug feels normal- like you’ve done it a thousand times before. And to be fair- you have. 

“The other day at the bar…that guy was flirting with you.” Vash murmurs, and your eyes widen. That silly random doctor? He was a bit funny yes- but you only were talking to him because you felt a little cornered. You don’t even remember what that guy looks like. “I saw you laughing- and I just got so jealous.” 

Your heart flutters softly. He was jealous?

“And…I just kept thinking that I have no right to feel that way. I have no right to think of you that way. Everyone around me always gets hurt, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He’s crying as he explains this, light tears dripping from his cheeks onto your shoulder. “But I can’t help but be selfish. You’re more than my best friend I…” he trails off choking up. “I love you.”

You feel your breathing stop for a moment. The room goes eerily quiet. The onlys pounds you can hear are his soft sobs, and your heartbeat. You tighten your hold on him, so he can’t even try to pull away. “I…I love you  too.” You admit softly.

“But-”

“No. I love you too. You can’t…you can’t do this to yourself. You can’t force yourself to be isolated from the world. I don’t want you to push me away- I don’t care what your reasoning is.” You cling to him as you speak. “I want to be by your side. Please let me.” You beg softly.

His arms tighten around you too, and he shoves his face into your hair, still crying quietly. You rub his back with your hand, and murmur soft words into his skin until he calms down. Soon, the two of you are just holding each other in the moonlight. 

“Okay.” is all he says, pulling away. He’s smiling down at you through red eyes, and it’s the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. “I promise, I won’t push you away ever again.”

You reach your hand up to his cheek, and he turns his face to kiss your palm lightly. The two of you stare at each other for a second. “I’ll take the left side.” he breaks the moment with a playful grin and you giggle.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling and talking about your feelings. The only tears shed after that are happy tears.

Wolfwood

Despite having a romantic dance at a random bar (and yes, Wolfwood is a surprisingly good dancer) the next day things go back as they always are. Actually, things feel a little bit worse even. After weeks of trying to break down Wolfwood’s ridiculously high walls, you were finally granted a pleasant evening in his arms- only to immediately be cussed at for sitting a little too close to him in the car the next day.

It’s not like you were sitting on his lap either! All you did was softly press your leg up against his, because Vash was once again thrashing in his sleep- and he pushed you over and grumbled for you to get back in your own fucking seat. Charming right? 

Things kept getting worse after that. You two started bickering more. You both started to refuse to talk to each other at some point, forcing poor Vash to be your messenger(he was not a fan of telling you to fuck yourself for Wolfwood). You even got into a tiny argument over directions, that resulted into a bigger argument about how utterly useless you are. (Which definitely did not make you cry that night)

The others in the group were starting to get really fed up with the two of you. 

Which is how you ended up here- standing in the hallway to your tiny hotel room with Wolfwood staring at you from the doorway. He looks over to the single bed in the room, and glares at you. “This is my room.” he says matter of factly, putting his Punisher down against the wall. 

“No, I’m pretty sure this is my room.” you respond, crossing your arms.

“One second.” He huffs disappearing out into the hallway. You wait a moment, staring at where he once was with a frown. When he comes back he looks like he’s considerably more angry. “Apparently- it’s our room.” He mumbles shoving past you. 

Your eyes widen a bit, but you’re not as surprised as you should be. Meryl is sneaky when she wants to be.

There’s some shuffling behind you, and you turn to see Wolfwood grabbing some pillows and throwing them on the ground. He’s got a look on his face that’s not quite a frown. It actually looks more anxious than anything. It makes your own anger fall. 

“What are you doing?” You ask tilting your head as he messes with his floor pillows. “I’m sleeping on the ground.” he tells you, looking up for only a split second. You notice that there’s a sucker in his mouth that’s almost completely gone- it’s his second one in the past hour. He must be stressing over something.

“No you’re not.” You sigh and lean down to pick up his pillows. He catches your wrist softly, stopping you. “Yes I am.” he argues back. His grip is nothing short of respectful, so soft that you actually don’t even think of pulling away. “No, I won’t let you.” you shoot back, making him roll his eyes.

“What’re you gonna do? Force me to sleep on the bed?”

“Actually yeah- I am.”

“Oh? And how are you gonna do that Angel?”

The nickname makes you perk up a bit. It’s been a couple of days since he called you that. Maybe this means the stick up his ass is finally gone?

“Just sleep in the damn bed Wolfwood-”

“I don’t want to-” He growls, glaring at you once again. His look seems to say ‘Stop pushing me’, but you’ve never been so good at obeying warnings. So you grab his pillow and yank it away from the floor. “Too bad!” You yell, trying to throw the stupid thing back onto the bed. He stops you by yanking the pillow back towards him.

The two of you stop and glare at each other, both holding onto the pillow like children. The stare off goes on until you finally give up, sighing. “Look, if you don’t want to sleep next to me that bad- I’ll sleep on the floor.” You mumble, your chest suddenly feeling very tight.

“That’s not it…”

“ Don’t argue with me. You carry around that stupidly big cross all day- wait what?”

Your eyes meet his, and he looks down at the floor. There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks, so faint you can barely see it. “I said that’s not it. It’s not that I don’t wanna sleep next to ya…” He lets go of the pillow with a sigh, and fishes into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. In silence, he places it into his mouth and lights it.

“Then what’s the problem?” You ask a little confused. If that’s not what his issue is then what is it? Does he think you don’t want to? You’ve made it pretty clear that you wouldn’t mind! So what’s his deal?

“The problem is....” He starts looking at you as he breathes some smoke out. “I want to.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at him. “Oh.” is all you can say as your cheeks flush red. He wants to? He wants to sleep with you? He wouldn’t be this upset if he meant platonically right? He’s definitely hinting at something right? His cheeks are a bit red too

“Me too…” you finally admit after. He laughs at your words and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah I figured. You were pretty aggressive about getting me into bed.” He mumbles playfully leaning down to pick up the pillow, and throws it over onto the bed. You can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twist upward.

After a few moments of silence, he steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek. “I’m sorry for being an ass recently. I just…I don’t know how to deal with this stuff.” He mumbles looking down into your eyes. “It’s okay Nick…We can take it slowly. We can figure it out as we go…” you reply softly. He smiles down at you. “You’re too good for me.”

And then, he kisses you. It’s so soft, and so careful. His lips are only against yours for a moment before he pulls away. “Let’s get some rest.”

small a/n: as always let me know if you see any typos- i only have someone to beta read my full fics, and i cannot correct my own writing.

[christalcake]

A Touch

✧Pairing✧: Vash x f!Reader ✧Content✧: touching, light petting [over clothes], desperation, teasing, Vash is hungry for you. ✧W/C✧: 283 words

His face inches away, it takes everything for the both of you not to sever the distance with a kiss. His hot breath on your lips, the tip of his nose grazing yours. The euphoric buzz, his presence gives you, is enough to make you drunk on him.

You feel him shift a bit, one hand holding your hips in place as the other travels up your arm. The tiniest touch leaves behind goosebumps as your skin misses his warmth. You feel his palm lay flat on your breast, even fully dressed, he can feel the hard nub of your nipple. He lets out a soft chuckle and re-adjusts his hips and you swear you feel his cock against you.

“Vash…” you say softly. He takes this as an invitation to keep touching you. Over your shirt, you feel him slowly massaging your breast. The hold on your hips gets stronger, deep down you hope it’ll be enough to leave some marks. The pleasure builds between the both of you and you start to roll your hips against him. A groan escapes his lips, pushing his forehead against yours, and closes his eyes.

“Fuck…” he lets out. When was the last time he felt like this? Any form of intimacy was still so foreign to him, but with you here, it felt right.

He opens his eyes again, pupils were blown as he’s overtaken by lust. His hand leaves your breast and you let out a tiny whine, already missing his touch. He takes a hold of your neck, his thumb swipes over your plump lips. The urge takes both of you over and finally breaks the barrier, lips hungrily seeking the other.

Transferring some of my work from AO3! Sorry if you've stumbled upon this one in the past... It was one of the 2 original Trigun blurbs I started with, before fully immersing myself into fanfics again!

[adelha-mathilde]

For all my fellow Trigun fans.

Had this scene in my head all day.

You and Meryl hear sounds of vehement shouting and squeaking coming from the vehicle. So you say you will investigate.

There you find inside the vehicle are Vash and Wolfwood. Both with messy hair and Vash has his coat half off. With Wolfwood cussing up a storm to be yanking at the coat to get it off. Obviously, this looks very suspicious.

Turns out Vash had a huge insect crawl into his coat in the back. So Wolfwood is trying to rescue Vash from the invasion.

You open the door to the vehicle for both men to tumble out onto the ground. The insect soon out of the coat and makes a beeline for anywhere else.

It is up to you whether or not you decide to leave them to Meryl's drilling of what the devil they are doing making so much noise for both to try to explain themselves. Or for you to take advantage of the situation and drag either (or both) men back into the vehicle for other reasons that make cars bounce and squeak.

[tomatoswup]

Would you?🐠

summary: you’re laying in bed with your boyfriend one day and he gets serious. What’s wrong?

warnings/tags: Fluff, vash is a loser🫶too adorable, small/quick drabble, Modern!AU

A/N: a quick drabble inspired by this tiktok i saw hehehehe i had to write this smol lil thing for yall as im working on requests rn,,, enjoyyy~🫶🫶

Laying in bed, you couldn't help but shoot a curious glace at the very prominent pout your boyfriend was giving to…Or whatever he was looking at on his phone screen.

Concern?

Curiosity?

Disgust?

"Uh, you okay there Vash?" You nervously chuckled, closing the book you had been reading in bed and setting it aside.

Perhaps he got some bad news?

Did Knives kill another of Vash’s garden plants back home?

"Hmmm..."He groaned out in a sigh, the tips of his brows furrowing as he kept a concentrated stare at his phone. A certain tune playing on repeat made you mentally note he was watching some kind of video. What if it were one of those weird Youtube videos people put up?

It was until suddenly he paused the video, that you looked at him in worry than curiosity. Putting his phone down against his chest, he gazed up at the ceiling with a serious look, nose scrunched up in thought.

Silence filled the room, the only thing making sound were the cars driving past and down the street from outside your shared place.

Was he gonna break up with you?

"Babe.." He whispered under his breath, turning his laying head to look at you "Would you love me if I was a fish?"

…Huh?

“A fish? God Vash you almost gave me a heart attack for christ sake!”

“But look!” He whined out, turning his phone back on and showing you the screen. There, were slide shows displaying two fishes kissing eachother.

“Can this be us?” He pouted, giving you puppy eyes as the screen got closer to your face. Seriously?

With a calm sigh, you slowly took the phone out of his hand and swiped through all the photos, in the end getting a few chuckles out of you.

“Yes Vash, I’d still love you if you were a fish.”

“…can we both kiss if we’re fishes in our next lives? 🥹”

You laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips “I’d still kiss you even if you were a rock Vash.”

With a large stretch of his legs, Vash happily let out a grin as he rolled onto you, sprawling his body on-top of you as he laid his head on your chest “I love you..”

With your hands running through his messy hair, you couldn’t help but wear a soft smile for your blonde lover.

“I love you too.”

…

“…now if we were seahorses-“

“Go to sleep Vash…”

[ceruleansol-archive]

Vash is out on the porch peeling apples while the sun is slowly dying.

The world is cast in orange, and the red falling from his hands is sweet this time and holds no guilt to carry forward.

Vash peels the fresh apple with a simple knife. It’s small and fits in his pocket for the next time.

When the ground is covered and the fruit is bare, the slices are halves of a whole before they break further to share.

[azurexsnake]

Hnnnng…

Thinking thoughts about making love to Vash again. Gentle strokes of your cock rocking in and out of him. There’s no reason to hurry. No need to rush through your intimacy with him. Just savoring the feeling between you both and hushed conversation. Quiet compliments and praise. Secrets shared to stay just between you of love and pleasure. How adorably his face scrunches when you hit a good spot inside him. How much he likes being caged in by your arms on both sides of him. There’s so much safety between you, so much trust. And you just lazily keep moving the whole time, mindlessly pushing in til your hips meet the backs of his thighs, and pulling out until only a little more than your tip remains in him. This constant loop of slow pleasure that only builds when you start teasing him, carefully feigning the threat of slipping from the warmth of his body so he whines in a panic. And you can kiss his fears away as you steadily push back in, only stopping when you’re seated to the hilt, hitting the deepest depths of him, and making him feel so full of you. So full of love as you move to hold his legs open with him, your tongues dancing around each other’s just for him to whine into your mouth when you spread him further in an attempt to get closer. Reach parts of him only you know that make his arms fling around your back as he shudders. And suddenly you’re forehead-to-forehead and every thrust has purpose. Intent put behind every roll of your body to make sparks fly in his vision for you to see as you look into his eyes, bluer than blue and brighter than the stars. But you know your angel and the magnetic pull that has his brain fizzling, abandoning the want for depth over the need for closeness as he pulls your body flush to his. You dutifully pick up your pace to make up for it anyway, letting his legs fall to wrap around your waist so you can hold him in your arms as he shakes, one arm around his back, and the other cradling his head into the crook of your neck. He pants so hard, dampening your skin with more than just your combined sweat and, honestly, he loves it. Loves the tacky feeling gluing you together. The resistance it provides when your hips leave his skin because, if he had his way, he’d stay like this forever. Loving and being loved for an eternity. He doesn’t care for cumming, reaching the heights of pleasure, though you’d doubtless take him there regardless. But, for him, he just wants to feel you forever, until you both wither into nothingness within the cosmos. If he could just be showered in your love, and shower you in return on this plateaux, he’d be happy with that.

[heich0e]

(inspired by this post by mintmatcha bc it made me think of magpie loverboy livio)

the building where you live is called the barracks.

it's a cold, characterless block of chambers on the 20th floor of the monolithic tower that looms in the dead center of the city of julai. along the long, sterile corridor that comprises the floor, every room that lines either side (sometimes referred to as dorms) looks the exact same. they're equipped with one bed and one desk. there are no windows, just a single light overhead and a lamp for the desk for those who are lucky enough to be granted one. the walls are bare. the sheets are scratchy. the doors lock only from the outside.

they really ought to call them cells.

your dorm is seven minute journey from the lab on the 33rd floor, accounting for the elevator ride. when doctor conrad needs to summon you, his voice crackles out through the small intercom speaker built into the wall. it's not two-way--you have no means of answering back--you simply know that when you're called you obey. you don't even consider any different.

it's the same reason why they don't bother locking you in anymore.

it's not as though you have anywhere to run.

after another long day of assisting dr. conrad in the lab, you're dismissed with a wave of the hand whose meaning you've grown to understand as a signal to depart. he doesn't even bother looking at you; he just lifts his hand in a limp gesture from his desk, his eyes still fixed to the screen of the monitor before him. you dip in a parting bow anyway, backing yourself towards the door.

you make your way back to your dorm--the same walk you've made a thousand times--each step robotic and rehearsed. it's a path so familiar you're sure you could make it even with your eyes closed; a journey so well-known to you that you don't even bother to lift your eyes from your feet as you place one in front of the other on the cold, tiled floor.

julai tower is so incredibly vast that you rarely cross paths with anyone else along the way, even though the eye of michael is anything but lacking when it comes to its members. but you appreciate that fact. socialization is often more unpleasant than the solitude.

your luck runs out on the 28th floor.

the elevator grinds to a halt unexpectedly, ninety seconds earlier than it should. your eyes flicker up from your feet to the panel on the opposite side of the narrow elevator car, and you realize that it's stopped to pick up another passenger. you press yourself to the wall in anticipation of the doors sliding open, your eyes rushing to resume their downturned gaze.

you know who enters the confined space without looking up. you'd recognize him even without the disdainful kiss of his teeth that he makes as he spots you while he steps across the threshold.

bluesummers.

his presence is effortlessly suffocating; the doors sliding closed behind him leave you feeling deprived for air. legato doesn't need to touch you, doesn't need to exert his power over you at all, and yet you still feel as though his hands are on your body--every part of your body--like his presence is crushing in on you from every side.

the sensation makes you feel sick.

"learn to greet your superiors," he sneers.

if you had greeted him, he would have taken issue with that too. legato bluesummers would find any reason to fault you if he could. any means to justify a punishment.

"bluesummers," you murmur weakly, lifting your head and nodding in his direction. his lip curls in disgust at the sound of your voice.

he must have returned that day while you were working. he'd been gone for weeks now, from what you could tell, sent out into no man's land on a mission that you didn't have the clearance to know the details of. his departure was something you had learned only in passing, only because you're always listening even when no one thinks you are. you knew he was gone, and you knew who had gone with him.

and now you know they're back.

the doors open on the 20th floor, but you feel no relief.

you won't feel safe until you're back inside your own room, with the door closed behind you. won't feel any semblance of comfort until the elevator carries the man beside you further away.

you step out past him briskly, moving much faster than you normally would, and don't spare him a second glance. you feel his eyes on you every step of the way back to your dorm, until the elevator doors slide shut once more.

getting back to your room is your singular focus, but seven doors down from your own quarters in the barracks, you pause. the doors had been open that morning, because the occupant had been away.

they're closed now, but they aren't locked.

the man shut behind them had long-stopped trying to run, too.

you stare at the panels of metal that seal the small room shut, reaching out until your fingertips are just shy of brushing the surface. you stop before they make contact, your outstretched hand curling into a tight fist.

you turn and continue walking back towards your own dorm.

your room is the same as it always is as you step through the doorway, and the mechanisms of the door groan unpleasantly as the two panels of metal join together when the shut behind you. it takes a moment for the overhead light to flicker on, which leaves you trapped in darkness temporarily, but when the bulb does eventually come to life something unexpected catches your attention--a glimmer of something that shouldn't be there peeking out from underneath your thin pillow.

your heartbeat knocks against your brittle ribs as you tiptoe closer.

it's small. littler than the tip of your pinkie finger. tiny enough to cradle in the palm of your hand. it's a carving of some sort, made of an unidentifiable ore. you aren't sure what it's supposed to be, or what it's made of--you haven't seen enough of the world outside of julai tower to know things like that. but it's cool to the touch. even as it rests against your skin, it doesn't seem to leech any of the heat from your body. it glitters in the light overhead. it's delicate. pretty even.

your throat feels tight.

quietly you crouch beside the edge of your bed, snaking your hand underneath the corner of your thin, lumpy mattress. from below you pull out an old, threadbare pillow case you'd hidden away years ago. at the bottom of the case a few things rattle around. a thimble. an old coin. a few shiny rocks. a broken watch-face. some small wood carvings, half-rotted away by time. you add your glittering little trinket to the collection, admiring it for a moment.

you think of the boy who had given them to you. a secret shared only between you both. a meaning in the little treasures that you don't know how to understand.

you think of livio, seven rooms away.

you pack the items carefully back into their pillowcase, return it safely to its hiding place beneath your mattress, and then you crawl into your bed overtop.

the light above your head flickers as you peer up at it drowsily. it's not unusual to see it dim and brighten sporadically, the inconsistent buzz a long-familiar sound you've learned to filter out. it won't keep you awake the way it used to. won't burrow itself into your brain it the same manner that it had once driven you mad.

it's easy to ignore it now.

it's easy to shut your eyes and let the world disappear.

it's easy to focus on other things. nicer things.

like the feeling of cool metal against your skin. the slight lump you can feel underneath your mattress. the steady thump of your heart.

sleep comes to you more quickly than it has in weeks.

you're happy that he's home.

[chris-continues]

Knives is interested by horror. What people perceive as terrifying, what humans find interesting.

I think if you wanted to watch something horrifyingly disgusting and disturbing (Say, lolita as an example), he’d be one of the best people to watch it with. Usually silent. If you grow close enough he’ll offer brief commentary.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Love To Watch You (Trigun) fanfic

content: Just Vash catching his s/o watching him move around. Which has him ask why. Only to be told it's because of infatuation. Established relationship. Romance. Fluff. Casual flirting. Mature subjects of naked adults in one room together.

Getting to the inn meant that Vash and Retha were able to relax for the night. The room a bit on the small side to only have the one bed. There only being one room to have the toilet and bathtub right across the room from the fridge. This meant no privacy for either of them. Yet Retha had no real issue with this to just start stripping right then and there. Which had Vash blush to stammer out he was going to get something for them to eat. So off Vash went for Retha to chuckle in amusement and get cleaned up.

By the time Vash returned with their dinner, Retha was already dry and in her sleeping shirt. Her long hair currently braided to keep it out of the way. Vash smiled to sit himself on the bed and snuggle into Retha with a hum of pure affection and warmth. "They had a special on fried chicken sandwiches with coleslaw on them along with jam rolls. But you look pretty good to me."

Retha gave a chuckle to lean in and give Vash his desired kiss before she rubbed her nose to his. A lightness there in the contact as she mused a bit. "Hence why you bought enough for eight people? Silly angel. You still need to get cleaned up from walking through the sand pits. So get your finely toned ass into that bath. Hup two, Vash."

The blonde gave a sigh to kiss Retha on the cheek. Then he was up and heading for the bathtub. Retha moving to take out a sandwich and dig in as Vash removed his boots. The red coat taking some time to remove due to all the buttons on it. So by the time Vash had the coat off, Retha was already finishing her second sandwich. This had Vash smile a bit as he turned to start taking off his under armor he wore. But then he heard the room get even more quiet.

Vash felt Retha's gaze on him for the Plant to feel a blush dust over his skin. Knowing full well that his lover was watching him strip. So Vash made the rather bold choice to make a show of it. Removing the top with slow flexes and casual hums of a random tune. His eyes glancing over to see that Retha was fully focused entirely on him. Her green hues on his chest and arms as he moved and rubbed the last few traces of sand and grit out of his skin. Those muscles under the scars toned and sculpted for Retha to let out a barely audible hum of enjoyment for Vash to note she was blushing as much as he was.

Vash gave a sultry chuckle that had Retha blink as if waking from a trance. His smile one of pure love and desire as he asked Retha, "Someone seems to be very distracted from eating their dinner. I know you have to be hungry after all that walking we've been doing. So why aren't you eating, Retha?" The squeak his lover let out had his heart skip. While Retha's blush deepened before she cleared her throat so she might answer. Which had Vash's toes curl when she openly admitted to him, "I love watching you..." Vash paused when Retha looked up to his face for tears to prick at the corners of her eyes. "The very fact that I get to be with you is all I could ever want in life. Yet I get to watch as you dance to the radio we carry. I get to view you waking up to greet the sunrise with that gorgeous smile that reaches your eyes. I get to be here when you collapse into our bed to just snuggle into the pillows and me. I get to spend every moment we're together watching the most glorious treasure I will every have in my life."

Retha rubbed at her eyes to give a slight sniffle. Her words so full of emotion it had Vash melt inside. "But I get to have so much more than the joy of simply watching you. I get to laugh with you when we are happy. I get to dance with you when a good song plays. I get to listen to you tell me about whatever is on your mind or what weighs on your heart. I get to touch over your body and kiss you. I get to be yours for you to be mine. How did I earn such a priceless gift of being the one you are in love with for me to be in love with right back?" Vash felt the question deeply as Retha gave a hiccup of noise. So Vash moved to just lift Retha up and cradle her to his front. Holding his beloved for Retha to cry into his chest with all those swirling emotions of love and desire. It had Vash say a quiet prayer of thanks to God for giving him such a wonderful soul to be with.

Vash traced his hands over Retha's head and shoulders to nuzzle his nose to the crown of her head. Her own hands oh so gently lacing to his spine to hug him close as she sniffled and sobbed. Her words wavering as she kept crying to lament softly, "Sorry. I'm sorry. it's just so much to take in sometimes. How did we get so lucky to find each other, Vash? is this real? Or are we dreaming?" Vash felt his own emotions swirl as he sighed into Retha's hair. Yet he chose instead to act instead of speak. His hands shifting to have his flesh hand tilt Retha's chin so their eyes meet. A smile on his lips even as a few tears fall from his own eyes. Words of pure love and sweetness pouring from his lips. "This is no dream, sunbeam. We are here and we are together. You get to have all of me for as long as I might have all of you. Always. My precious and bold sunbeam. I am so lucky to have you in my life. I love you."

Retha gave a hiccup for Vash to lean in and place tender kisses to her face. Catching those tears to also kiss her lips with all the love he had within him. Making Retha mewl to kiss him back. Until the both of them were very much melted and panting for air. Vash asking with a bit of mirth, "Shall we have each other before we have a bath and then our dinner?" Retha gave a squeak to then hum with great enthusiasm. "I think that sounds perfect."

[fruitsoxs]

Mmm yes another trigun blog I can’t wait to see your writing! Would love a little headcanon / Drabble if the boys when they get jealous! Situation up to you but I love pining fics 😼

you got it anon ! I love a good jealousy drabble!

Part 2

pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader

warnings: angst on vash's end, insecurity, some swearing,

notes: i wasn't sure who all "the boys" included so i wrote for vash and wolfwood-- vash's was supposed to go another direction but my brain apparently had other ideas lol also this wasn't beta read- so please feel free to point out typos

Vash

Vash’s eyes flick from his cozy little seat, to the bar counter where you are. You’ve been over there for awhile- stuck in a conversation with some random guy. At least he thinks you’re stuck. You look a little too relaxed now that he thinks about it. Do you want to be talking to that guy? His eyes squint as he watches the scene.

You throw your head back lightly at something this guy says, laughing. 

Something inside him snaps at the view- his bright eyes growing unusually sad. He clenches his hand around the glass of water and turns back to the rest of the table. His eyes keep twitching over to you though, and he finds himself growing more and more upset the longer you’re over there.

This is good right? He knows you getting mixed up romantically with someone like him is a bad idea. The closer people got to him, the more likely they were to be hurt. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, in fact he would much rather see you leave him than get hurt. So, a random guy flirting with you shouldn’t be a problem. He should be able to handle this.

And yet, as that guy reaches forward, his fingers almost grazing your arm, Vash feels his stomach flip. 

“Just go fucking intervene needle-noggin.” Wolfwood suddenly interjects, pulling Vash’s attention away from you. “What?” Vash asks, plastering a fake smile on his lips. “What do you mean?”

Wolfwood rolls his eyes and leans back, holding his lighter up to another cigarette. As soon as it’s lit, he breathes in the smoke and lets it out towards Vash’s face. “Don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been acting like a kicked puppy ever since that guy started chatting ‘em up.” Wolfwood nods over at the scene. “Just go over there- assert your dominance or something.”

Vash can’t help but shake his head. Assert his dominance? What does that even mean? 

“It’s fine. We’re here to relax- and they look relaxed!” Vash holds up his hands with another fake smile. The smile fades a bit though as Wolfwood narrows his eyes. “You sure don’t look relaxed.” The fake priest murmurs. Vash can’t really argue with that. He feels so tense he might turn to stone. 

What right does he have infringing on your own personal freedoms though? And why would you care if he was jealous? You didn’t need him. Not the way he needed you. His jaw tenses slightly and he drops his head down into his hands. Wolfwood doesn’t comment any further. 

Vash isn’t sure how long he can deal with this. He looks back over to you one more time, and pushes himself up out of his chair. “Goodnight.” Is all he says to his friend before stumbling towards the exit of the bar- heading back towards the dingy hotel they were staying at. His feet feel heavy against the wooden ground, the loud part goers suddenly feeling suffocating.

As soon as he opens the door and feels the cold air- his body relaxes a bit.

How sad of him to be so worked up over a situation he put himself in. He made a promise to never act on his feelings, and that means he has to be okay with you getting with other people. He has to be okay watching you disappear. How is he supposed to do that if he can’t even watch a guy flirt with you at a bar? This…hurts…so much.

He walks off into the darkness, a soft frown carved into his face.

Wolfwood

The bar is a bit rowdy as people dance and sing, celebrating another day alive. Although usually Nicholas wouldn't shy away from joining in on the celebration, tonight he is feeling particularly on edge. His jaw is tight as he sips slowly on his glass of whiskey, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His eyes on you across the room, they follow you as you dance, though his expression remains stoic. 

You seem particularly popular tonight at this random bar, in the middle of a small crowd of people who swing to the music softly. You aren’t very good at dancing, stumbling from side to side, relying on your partner to stay upright. You look like you’re having fun though, a soft grin decorating your features. It would be cute, if it wasn’t for the arm of another man wrapped around you.

His eyes never leave you as you dance, smoke curling from his lips. He exhales slowly, eyes moving down your body. The rest on the damn arm slung around your waist, his face consorting into a full on scowl at the site. Another sip from his glass as he taps his foot against the ground. Next to him someone laughs- flinging their arm around him. “Oh man if only looks could kill eh?” Meryl slurs- her cheeks are rosy. Of course she’s already wasted, and whens he gets wasted she gets nosy. 

“I’m just making sure nobody tries anything funny.” He growls shrugging her arm off of him. “Sure you are, I totally believe that. You’re definitely not a jealous loser right now.” She mumbles sarcastically. “Hey I got an idea shorty- Fuck off.” Wolfwood growls. Meryl just laughs and walks away, clearly amused by the entire ordeal.

He takes another drag from his cigarette and searches the crowd for you again, a little annoyed he was distracted for so long. His eyes finally catch you as a new guy twirls you around. He narrows his eyes slightly as he catches the man’s arm drop down-

Okay nope. That’s too far.

He stands up without even thinking, slamming hsi glass against the counter before marching over to the dance floor like a man on a mission. The bud in his mouth falls to the floor, and he smooshes against the floor with his foot as he steps over it. His fists clench by his sides, his glare directed at the man.

As soon as he’s close enough the man sees him and lets go of you. “Mind if I cut in.” Wolfwood growls his eyes burning holes into this son of a bitches’s face. The man puts up his hands and backs away. He keeps his glare focused on him, then shifts his eyes down to you. His look softens immediately.

“You…want to dance?” You ask, your eyes wide as you look up at him.

Shit.

He didn’t think this through at all. He doesn’t want to dance- but now you’re giving him this hopeful gaze and he can’t say no- even if he desperately doesn’t want to do this. Besides…he did technically ask. “I…guess?” he mumbles, and you smile softly.

He wraps an arm around you carefully, and you put your soft hand in his. Your other hand rests carefully on his shoulder, like you’re afraid to touch him too much. He waits for a minute before leading you into a simple dance.

You really are a horrible dancer. You keep stepping on his feet, and he’s pretty sure you aren’t even paying attention to the music. Your attention is all on him, and it makes his cheeks burn. “So…why’d you cut in?” You ask suddenly. His cheeks burn brighter. 

“Saw he was getting a little too handsy. You’re welcome.” 

You shake your head and lean in closer to him. “Sure.”

[christalcake]

Delicious

✧Pairing✧: Knives x f!Reader ✧Content✧: orgasm denial, reader is desperate, teasing, Knives loves to watch reader squirm. ✧W/C✧: 210 words

Knives has you straddling his hip, fingers digging deep onto your waist while his dick glides against the outside of your weeping cunt. The both of you moaning and panting, but he loves how you're an absolute mess over him.

He's denied your orgasms multiple times, refusing to penetrate you. Tears flowed freely from the corner of your eyes, his cock rubbing against your clit being too much. His hands reach up to cradle your face, his fingers wiping away the tears.

"You poor human, not getting what you want, are we?" you shake your head, no, in response, but he still denies you the relief you desperately seek from him. "you think you deserve this cock? I love refusing your needy pussy, becoming a complete mess while begging for this dick." he brings your face closer to his lips and whispers. "the thought of your denied pleasure makes this particular moment delicious."

Before you have time to react, he bucks up, and his cock forcefully penetrates you completely. The shock of being full suddenly makes you scream in pleasure. He groans and stills for a few minutes, lips still so close to your ear. "but feeling your needy cunt, soft and wet around me, makes it even more delicious."

[adelha-mathilde]

A Kiss (Trigun) drabble

The wait was critical. Watching with loving eyes. Gesturing with a gloved hand. Coaxing Vash closer. A soft smile full of abiding love. A welcoming blanket lacing over the air itself. He smiled back at her to look eager and pleased. that this lovely lady of magic and sweetness wished for his attention. He took that offered hand with great delight. Their wedding bands glinting in the light as Vash held her hand.

Adelha leaned into his frame for a hum to sound out. The scent of lavender and ocean waves washing over Vash as he held his wife close to savor her favor and affection. She leaned up to give his cheeks soft kisses. Little pecks that had him blush and giggle in pure delight as he felt his skin heat. Then Adelha paused to gaze into his face. All that love and devotion in her eyes before she grinned. A chuckle lacing from her before she leaned in to give Vash a deep kiss.

That kiss tasted of honey and lemon. Afternotes of tea and freshly baked bread. Vash sighed into that kiss to lift Adelha up and into his frame to all but squish them together. His heart full of sunshine and summer warmth as Adelha gave him another deep kiss. Until they were a dozen deep kisses in to come up for air. Both blushing like roses and smiling like lovestruck teens. Yet Vash simply chirped his utter joy to snuggle into Adelha and look elated.

[tomatoswup]

good night ☾ 2

summary: having the Vash plushie as a companion is a big help but sometimes you can't help but think about the past. Vash plushie to the rescue!

the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, fluff? vash plushie is such a sweetheart :'),

A/N: i can't help but bring my angst urges into things okay im sORRY LMAOOKDNSLKNF but fr i 100% believe the plushie is gonna try to cheer you up when you're sad like ugh u lil cute thing plz. Hope yall enjoy this lil thing! am waiting for june to come

To be honest, the cute little guy really helped you a lot mentally, stopping those depressing filled nights and nightmares that you’ve had after that event from engulfing your conscious.

Has it been 2 years already? Time flies doesn't it? You never really noticed how aware the plushie was until he asked you if you were alright one night.

Sometimes he’d cuddle against your cheek to, in his words, "help" you sleep, and other times he’d sleep under your blanket, but the poor thing had nightmares of its own too.

Often times you’d catch him whimper and curl into a small ball in his sleep, to which you couldnt help but put your hand out and softly rub the top of his head with your finger to soothe the poor plushie.

But the lil’ thing was a trooper! He’s up the next morning urging you to get some donuts for breakfast and man.

You've never seen the plushie so happy that he almost popped a stitch! He ran around in circles, jumping up and down around your feet so much when you came back to your camp with a box of them that you kinda got scared you were gonna step on him.

"The pink one!" He screeched out, elated as you picked out a pink sprinkled donut and handed it to him. The damn donut was the same size as himself!

"Hey! Be careful!" You shouted out, watching as the small figure tumbled down a small sand hill with the donut, causing you to sweatdrop.

Why'd he kinda look like a tumbleweed....

You heard him squeak out from below, before seeing him cutely hop up to your temporary camp, a big bite already visible on the donut as the nibs of his arms held it up above his head "I-Im okay!"

“Good! I don’t think I have any sewing supplies to fix you bud.” You grinned as he waddled over to where you sat at the fire.

"What'cha making?" He curiously asked as he peeked around your ankle. Poking at the cooking fire, you looked down at him, the blue beady eyes of his staring into the fire "Well, I'm cooking some chicken I had left-over from the other day." You smiled down at him as he jumped up and down "FOOD!"

You couldn't help but giggle at the excitement the plushie gave out, how did he even digest things? You haven't really seen him eat anything during his time traveling with you but maybe that was a question for another time.

"Ya know," You couldn't help but say "I think my friend would've liked you.." You softly smiled, turning to the fire as you turned the roasting chicken.

"Friend?" He tilted his head "What friend?" You stared on into the fire, the wind blowing the heat mildly into your face "You haven't met him, but it was a friend I deeply loved."

"You loved him?"

"..." You couldn't help but put your knee up to rest your head on "Yeah, I did. But they passed a few years ago." You heard the plushie take another bite of his donut before coming up and plopping down to sit beside you "Never got to tell him I did though.." You quietly chuckled as the plushie looked up at you, a dead stare had been painted on your face as if it were a past that hurt to touch.

The Vash plushie stayed quiet before taking another bite of his donut "Well, I think you're a very pleasant person to be with! I mean, you've taken care of me pretty well!" He squeaked out "You treat others with the respect they give back! You're a kind person!" His feet started moving up and down.

"I think he would've loved you too."

AWWWWWWWALSFfknsk

You couldn't help but let out tears at the comforting words the plushie provided you as he patted your leg, telling you it was okay and that you weren't a bad person for having continued with your life without him. To which he proceeded to trying to do cartwheels to cheer you up you didn't want to admit it kind worked. But at some point you asked him to stop because the poor thing had been on its 5th failed attempt, every time belly-flopping onto the ground.

"Okay okay, I'm okay now Vash!" Trying to get the lil' guy to stop, you took a whiff of the air before freezing "I-Is the chicken burning?"

"Yup!"

GODDAMN IT-

You owed this plushie another donut.

And the night passed, you having slept better than most other nights. But the two of you had to hit the road again, getting packed up and ready to go by the morning.

Back in his usual place in the pocket of your shirt, he put up an arm nib and pointed it forwards "LET'S GOOO!" Snorting at his burst of energy, you began your stride in the sand once again with the map in hand.

"We're not far from getting to the city, I'm estimating one more day before we arrive." You said, fixing the hat on your head from the glaring sun before squinting ahead at something that caught your eye "You see that too right?"

The plushie's eyebrows furrowed as he copied you, squinting and physically pushing himself forwards to see if he could see closer "A man?"

The sight of a man in black stuck out like a sore thumb in the tanned desert just a few feet away from the two of you. A grey motorcycle propped up next to him as the man tuned and did something to the metal's gears.

He looked a bit familiar, too familiar.

"I think I know hi-" You wondered out before the plushies' loud and high pitched scream interrupted you.

"HELLOOOOOO!!!!"

The man turned and there you were met with a pair of sunglasses and the mischievous grin of someone whos' gospels often had you wanting to beat him half to death.

"Well well! Fancy meeting you here!"

oh god....

[novasintheroom]

I think Vash is very aware of his jealousy when he sees you flirting with someone else and feels genuinely bad about it.

Like, what claim does he have over you, right? You two aren't dating, and it's not like you two have acted on any feelings toward each other (him especially).

But still, he can't help but vie for your attention now. He'll get between you and that guy "on accident" just to ask you a question. Budge between you two while walking so that Vash is the one closest to you, not the new guy. You'll give him a weird look, and he feels like a jerk, but he can't help it.

Like he'll try to tone it down. My word does he try. But he's never been this romantically close to someone before, and these feelings, while he's seen them from others, are new to him, and he's not sure how to process them at first. He tells himself to be an adult, he's 150 years old for goodness' sake. But he feels like a schoolboy around you, all eager and desperate to have your eyes on him and only him.

Please reassure him in private that you're not going anywhere. Maybe you're aware of his feelings, maybe you aren't, but you can recognize the jealousy of a friend a mile away. Assure him he's your best friend, and no rando is going to get between you two. :)

[ladybyakuya]

MOONLESS NIGHTS.

cws ✦ fem!reader, boyfriend!vash,pussy-drunk!nai, mention of ovulation, periods, consensual, m→f-oral-receiving, polyamory if you squint.

syn ✦ an impromptu movie night turns out to be more interesting than the movie.

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“Oh my my Nai, are you okay?” Vash asks while he chuckles. You can feel his chest reverberate at your back but the sensation is too short-lived to be negligible. Nai does not respond to his brother, just hums as he buries his face deeper into your cunt. His nose is practically rubbing up and down at the apex of your pussy while his tongue is in between your folds.

Vash places a soft kiss against your temple. His hands are clamped over your knees keeping your folded legs far apart from each other providing Nai as much space as possible so that he can have a taste of you. Your ovulation period is going to end soon, maybe today or tomorrow or maybe now. Vash is going to make sure Nai remembers how you taste because you are going to taste different when your red week is over.

Nai has his eyes closed, hands underneath your thighs, fingers digging into your skin creating dips as he eats your pussy relentlessly. There is a yakuza movie playing on the television, a murder scene followed by a packed sequence of fighting but of course with jazz music playing in background. Needless to say, none of you are paying attention to the movie not even bothered enough to turn it off or turn the mute mode on. Vash said, “It’s a nice addition.”

You did not think a movie night with your boyfriend and his brother would end up with you being in between them. You can barely think swating his head away or moving or building up some sort of resistance. You do not want to move but have to keep the urge to buck your hips against Nai's face at bay because Vash would not like that. Vash just said, “Stay still baby. Stay still. Hmmm? ” to you, and when Vash says something in a firm even tone, you listen; you listen to him like the good pet you are to him, which is why he is sitting behind you with his chest against your back holding your legs for his dear brother, Nai. God! he's such a mess right now. You are no better. The velvet skin of the couch has turned into it's darker shade.

It actually started with mere a question.

“Nai, have ever gone down on someone?”

The crunch of popcorn seemed loud to your ears as Vash lets his arm encapsulate around your shoulders which was resting on the backbone of the couch a while ago.

“why are you asking?” You held your breath as another moment of silence lingers in the air.

“Just answer.” Vash states finally shifting his gaze on his brother who was still watching the movie, well at least tried to.

“No. Never. Didn't have the chance!”

What happened next was a delight to Vash’s eyes. You wet your bottom lip in a quick swipe of tongue.

Vash pulls you closer to his side saying, “Would you like to try?”

Nervousness crawled all over your skin and of course Vash noticed, you were his girlfriend after all. The room fell into silence once again, accompanied by a heavy tension that three of you were obviously aware of. Vash had always noticed the yearn in his brother's eyes from time to time for you. He is seeing it now so he did not hesitate one bit to explore more about it.

Vash brings his face near your ears whispering, “Why do you say love? Care to help my pathetic brother out?” It was not a question and you were aware of that.

Nai could hear him. The popcorn in between his index finger and thumb fell and rolled onto the floor. He could not believe his ears. Both of them were looking at you now and all you had to do was to nod.

And when you did, you did not had to do anything else. Just follow Vash’s lead that had Nai peeled off your jeans from your skin, followed by your underwear having your pussy at display as Vash held your legs open positioning you in Nai's direction.

Nai did not waste any time from putting his mouth in between your legs. In fact, you could feel how desperate and needy he became as he kept slobbering up your juices. You did not mind, neither there was any resistance of sort; just ownership and surrender. Nai could not get enough of you. Even though you came he kept going. Vash could feel how intense the orgasm was for you since the fingers that interlaced with Vash’s became too tight for a few seconds and then became so lithe that Vash almost felt lonely.

Nai straightens himself up to finally take a breather. With his wings and tentacles spreading out from his back, he looked so handsome, so divine, especially with that craving in his eyes for more. How come you never noticed it?

“Now,” Vash deadpanned, “kiss her.”

“But—” Nai hesitates so you hold his face in between your palms pulling him into a kiss. His breath hitches but he gives in. You kiss him quite long you think before you feel Vash’s cold hands slipping under your top, fondling your boobs over your bra. A moan escaped from you making Nai sink into your kiss deeper. You felt another pair of lips upon the croon of your shoulders, as Vash’s arms travelled down to your torso lifting you up a little to have you onto his lap.

Nai is now deprived of your soft candy flavoured lips. He looks at you with lustful yearn filled in his eyes. He just wants to be inside you.

“My turn,” Vash says as he positions you on his bare thighs. He can not wait to be inside you which is evident from how is cock protrudes from the slit in his crotch. He thinks that by the time the movie ends he will make sure that your hunger for this movie night is satisfied up to the brim. It was your idea to include Nai, after all.

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[josujosu]

post-trimax vashwood where they each have their own moment of awe after waking up and realizing they don’t have to fight the big fight anymore (minus the bounty hunters bc of course they’re still wanted men).

when wolfwood wakes up from a dreamless sleep, the sun is hitting his eyes. he waits for the sound of yelling, shots being fired, doors opening and slamming, the sound of a huge daunting ship approaching above them, and maybe—just maybe—the sound of a heavy jacket being put on and boots walking further and further away. there was nothing for a good solid twenty minutes before he realized nothing was happening. at least not yet. he kinda just starts feeling around the bed, himself, eventually landing on vash who’s sleeping soundly. the last time he’s ever seen vash sleep that calmly before was back at home. wolfwood just stares at him in awe before nudging the space between vash’s eyebrows. he groans and flips over which gives wolfwood a better view of his now stark-black hair, almost matching his own. vash won’t tell him what happened, not yet, but he guesses nothing good. the twisted feeling that had begun to rise in his stomach felt familiar and comfortable, but then he heard vash softly snoring and the feeling slowly diminished.

he spent the rest of that morning playing with vash’s hair and listening to him snore until he was able to fall back sleep.

when vash wakes up, he stares. he stares for hours until wolfwood wakes up. he can’t find it in him to cry but he isn’t smiling either. he feels numb, thoughts of imminent death and danger running amok. it takes a minute for vash’s brain to catch up with the present, taking in the sunbeam coming through the window, the feel of the soft blanket covering him up to his neck, the cards strewn across the table from the game he and wolfwood played last night—

he stops his analysis of everything in front of him and whips his head to wolfwood who’s in a half asleep state, eyelids just barely open and soft sleep-ridden breaths. vash doesn’t breathe himself until wolfwood takes one deep breath and exhales, the air hitting vash’s bangs. vash visibly relaxes and it’s almost too much as his body feels like jelly, he can’t be bothered to move. he speaks wolfwood’s name, his voice barely a whisper and wolfwood responds with a low unbothered grunt. that’s good enough for vash as he takes that as his cue to fall back asleep.