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Wanted to say I hope you're well and happy. Have a good day.

Ahhh tysm,,, I’m having an okay day! I haven’t been able to write lately because of some medical stuff going on, but hopefully I’ll be able to get some stuff written soon YvY

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would you guys believe me if i told you i lost like half of the third part of the mermaid au because my laptop died YvY

It's still coming I promise!!!! I just have a lot of shit going on rn and now I have to rewrite a bunch of stuff-

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oh shit!! happy birthday!!🎉🎉🎉 hope it's an amazing day!!! and tyt with the requests and parts!! I'll be here eagerly waiting for them all!

TY FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISH!!! I know this is a little late but I do appreciate it! Here's a lil sneak peak at the new part for the mermaid au! :)) The full thing should be out within a week so keep an eye out :D

You stared at the still water of the ocean, gently rubbing your bandaged ankle as you waited for Vash to come back. You moved your hands to your lifeguard jacket, pulling it closer as the cool air pricked against your wet skin. You were certain that if you stayed out here too much longer that you'd get sick, but you kept thinking about the finger that he held up before he left. He was going to be back.

More time passed without so much as a ripple in the water. You were starting to get tired, your head lulling to the side for a moment before it jolted back upright at the sound of a familiar chirp. You looked up and saw Vash approaching, a wide smile on his face as he swam up to the rock you sat on. You gave him a sleepy smile back, making room for him on the rock, but he didn't pull himself up. He simply propped himself up with his elbow- his lower half still in the ocean- and placed down several colorful pieces of coral before he looked at you expectantly.

You stared at the bright arrangement in awe for a second before he used his arm to push the coral towards you, another wide smile on his face.

"For me?" you asked in shock. Vash nodded and pushed the coral closer to you again. You laugh, gently shaking your head and picking up a piece of red coral.

"Vash, you're very kind to give me so many gifts..." you trail off, watching as his eyes shine at your words, "But I feel bad that I haven't given you anything."

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happy happy birthday!!🎉✨*party horn noises*

YAYAYAYA thank you so much!!! And thank you to everyone else who gave me a birthday wish :3

My friend got me the bootleg Vash plushie hehe it’s supposed to get here later this month :))

Here’s my To-Do right now! You guys let me know what you want to see first? :3

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Still haven't been able to start on the next part of the mermaid AU and I can't work on it today cause it's my birthday! :D

Hope you're all having a great day! Also! I received a decent handful of requests from the prompt thing! I'm still going to be doing it, I've just been a little busy hehe.

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your mermaid AU is chef kiss 🤌 but I miss your flower shop AU sooo much omg

When I reread the flower shop AU I cringe because it was my first time writing something like that in YEARS but I still might make another part for it if you guys are interested :)

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Ahhh I just want for reader to understand mer!vash!! Will the reader be able to comunicate fluidly with vash at some point???

I'm working on the third part today and I'm trying to figure out a good way for them to communicate better! It's a bit tricky to find a good way for them to understand him since all he does is making chirping noises lol

Thinking about the next part being The Little Mermaid inspired but we'll see!

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hello Ana, how are you doing?:) I love your writing style and I've been lurking in for a while now but haven't really interacted yet - today I feel like trying though! Since the Wolfwood's section on your masterlist is empty, may I ask how he would act around his crush and how would he confess to them (GN or Fem reader, whichever you feel like)?

sending you hugs!

Wolfwood's Got a Crush! (HCs + Fic)

Content: Pining, fluff, GN! Reader, touchy Wolfwood, lots of nicknames, Reader is a little slow, WW thinks there's something between you and Vash, alcohol consumption!

Pairing: Wolfwood x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: THIS IS A LITTLE LONG MY BAD- Thank you for asking how I am though YvY I'm doing alright! I hope you're doing well too, Anon! Also tysm for the compliment on my writing style! I'm still trying to get back into the groove of writing~ Enjoy :))

Wolfwood had always told himself he didn't have time for romance. Hell, he didn't even believe he had the ability to have feelings for someone like that. Sure, there were people he found attractive, but he had never thought about anyone as anything more.

That was until he met you and all of those ideas came crashing down. For a while, he thought you were just like the others. Another pretty face that he could flirt with until he got bored. Problem is that he never really got bored of you. He enjoyed making you blush, he was happy with the way his heart skipped a beat when you laughed, he liked you.

He didn't know what made you different. You didn't act different, you didn't treat him differently, and you didn't even look that different. You were just different. You made him feel different.

He had to keep telling himself he didn't have time for that kind of thing, though. He pushed his feelings for you down and tried to focus on his mission.

He still allowed himself to indulge in you occasionally, though. For a man that claimed he didn't have time for romance, he sure spent a lot of time worrying about you and what you thought about him.

This man would be touchy as hell. Whenever you questioned him about why he almost always had a hand on or near you, he shrugged it off.

"I'm just like that with everyone, sweetheart."

You couldn't help but feel like that was a straight up lie. You were almost positive he didn't place his hand on Vash's leg whenever the two of them sat next to each other. You were certain he never wraps his arms around Meryl's waist, leaning his head on her shoulder to get a peek at what she was doing. And there was no way he places his hands on Roberto's hips when he moves past him in a tight space.

So what made you different than them?

You couldn't help but wonder if he liked you. The idea made you so flustered that you had to immediately squash the concept. Wolfwood said that he was like that with everyone, so you had no choice but to believe him.

Then there were the nicknames though.

"Needle-noggin" for Vash was one thing, but the sugary sweet nicknames he would use for you were countless. Anything from "babe" to "sweetface". It never failed to make you blush. You had to keep telling yourself that they were just nicknames. He was like this with everyone.

Wolfwood knew that, at the start of this, he had told himself he didn't have time for romance.

But, God, after so many months of endlessly flirting with and teasing you, he was starting to become a little frustrated that you hadn't caught on yet.

Whenever the others would ask you about him, you would tell him what he had told you. That he was like that with everyone. The deadpan look that everyone gave you should have been enough for you to know that he wasn't really like that with everyone, but you chose to remain blissfully unaware of the man's feelings.

Right now, Wolfwood was sitting across a diner, watching as you giggled at one of Vash's jokes while the two of you sat at the bar. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you laughed, leaning on him for support.

It made Wolfwood's blood boil.

Vash knew that Wolfwood had a thing for you. Hell, by now, you should know that Wolfwood had a thing for you. But there you were, laughing and leaning against Vash. He felt his eye twitch a bit as the blond blushed, shaking his head at something you said with a chuckle and sitting you up straight.

You smiled, sipping your drink before you continued to chat with him, unaware of a certain brunette who was burning holes into the back of your head.

Wolfwood knows that, if Meryl and Roberto saw him like this, they would probably march up and tell you about the way he felt themselves. He knew how annoyed they were with how often he danced around a confession, narrowly avoiding being direct with you every time. It was almost painful. For everyone involved.

Suddenly, Vash glances back at Wolfwood. He looks back at you and leans in, whispering something in your ear. You perk up for a moment, turning as well and seeing Wolfwood sitting by himself. You gave him a smile and waved him over, gesturing towards the barstool on the other side of Vash.

His glare softened immediately, a light blush crossing his cheeks as he stood up, putting out the cigarette that he had been nursing before he moved towards the bar.

Once he was close, Vash suddenly stood from his stool, letting out a comically fake yawn as he stretched above his head, talking about how he was exhausted and that he was going to go to bed. He bids his goodbyes to you before he walks past Wolfwood, winking at him and giving him a thumbs up.

"You got this."

Wolfwood narrows his eyes at the set-up, grumbling something to himself before sitting next to you and ordering a drink. He was going to need to be plastered if he was going to do this. The two of you chat as you continue to sip from your own drink, your cheeks painted a pretty pink color, either from the alcohol or from the handsome man sitting next to you.

"So, you and Vash, huh?" He asks as he downs a drink before wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "You got a thing for him?"

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, the pink color of your cheeks turning darker as you stumble over your words, "No... No! No, not Vash. He's nice, but he's not really my type."

Wolfwood blinks for a moment, considering your words. The way you said that made it seem like there was someone else. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of it being him.

"Really? What's your type then, darlin'?" He asks as he orders another drink, immediately downing it again. You watch him chug the drink, a small frown on your lips.

"If you keep drinking like that, you'll regret it in the morning-"

"Trying to change the subject, huh?" He teases as he finishes the drink, a grin tugging on his lips. You sigh and return to your drink, sipping it for a moment before you look back at him.

"Just worried about you," Your voice is filled with honesty as you place your hand on his arm, a playful smile crossing your face, "I like men who don't have alcohol poisoning."

He stares at you for a moment as you laugh, his grin widening as he leans closer to you.

"Oh yeah? Is that the only requirement to be a man you like, sweetheart?" He chuckles, reaching up and touching your cheek with his calloused hand. You look from his face to his hand on your cheek before looking at him again.

"Maybe. Who knows~" You shrug, placing your hand over his with a smile, "What about you, Wolfwood, what's your type?"

He watches your hand press against his, his cheeks turning a bit pink at your touch. His breath hitches for a moment as his eyes look up and down your face. God, he wanted to kiss you. He was going to do it. It was tonight or never.

"You."

His bluntness catches you by surprise, your hand dropping from his and your already pink cheeks turning a more red color.

"Do you-"

"I don't say that to everyone. I don't treat everyone like I treat you." He interrupts quickly, pulling your face a bit closer. Your eyes widen at the close proximity, but they never look away from his face.

"Now... I'm going to kiss you, ok? If you want me to stop, say so now."

You watch as he scans your face for any sign that you wanted him to stop, before you lean in a bit with a whisper, "You can kiss me-"

As soon as you've given the green light, his lips are on yours, hungrily kissing you as he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close, the other staying on your cheek. Your eyes are open for only a moment before they flutter shut, your hands moving to the collar of his shirt as you reciprocate the kiss. Months of pining for each other were finally paying off. The kiss lasts for as long as it can before you pull away for air, both of your faces flushed as the two of you catch your breath.

He looks at you for a beat, taking in this moment in time before he leans in for another kiss. He had months of pent up affection and he was going to give it all to you, right now.

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Prompt List Requests (Open!)

Hi guys! I found this list of prompts and I wanted to mess around and do some drabbles/oneshots with them! If you guys would like to participate all you have to do is:

List a trigun character, a number, and a genre (angst, fluff, smut)!

If you have any other ideas for the prompt, feel free to mention them!

Send as many as you want! Preferably in my inbox but if you'd like to comment, that works too!

Hope you guys are having a great day! Don't feel pressured to send a request but I will appreciate it if you do! :D

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Red (Drabble)

Content: Reader works for Knives but not in a cool murder-y way, GN! Reader, blood, tension

Pairing: Knives x Reader

Word count: 774

Notes: I'm trying to learn how to write Knives because I love him but I didn't know where to start! So I made this quick little thing tehehe

He was staring again. You didn't have to look up at him to feel his cold eyes boring into your skull as you scrubbed copious blood stains off of his strange cloak.

As you scrub the fabric, you hear a soft scoff. Footsteps approach you and a pale hand comes into your vision, pointing at one of the many scattered splotches of blood.

"You missed a spot."

Oh, this man was going to make your blood boil. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you bit back the insults that you wanted to throw at him. You didn't have a death wish.

"I'm not done with the main spot yet," You said, and despite the calm facade you were putting on, you could feel your voice waver with frustration, "I'll get that spot once I'm done with the biggest stain."

He stared at you for a moment before frowning, turning on his heel and starting to walk away. You gritted your teeth as you watched him leave before you turned your attention back to your work.

"You used to work much faster." He sighed as he made his way towards the door. You scowled at his words, continuing to scrub aggressively at the silver cloth, mumbling under your breath.

"Maybe if you had listened when I told you not to let the blood dry-"

"I can hear you," He cut you off. When you looked up from the cloth, he was glancing at you from the doorway of your room, a look on his face like he wanted you to continue, "I suggest you choose your next words carefully."

You stared at him for a moment before you pry your eyes away and sigh, "I'll try to have it done soon, Knives."

You hear footsteps approaching you again. Your eyes were focused on the blood-stained cloak in your lap, continuing to attempt to wash it before you feel a hand grasp your chin. Knives lifted your head so that your eyes were looking at his face again, a displeased look on his face. His grip on your chin wasn't painful, but it was enough for your lips to purse as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

"Look at me when you speak to me." He said bluntly. You blinked at him, silence falling over the two of you before you feel his grip on your face tighten.

"Am I understood?" He asks, his face moving closer to yours. Your cheeks started to flush at his close proximity. You weren't used to seeing your boss at such a short distance.

You stare at him for a moment longer before you slowly nod your head, his hand moving along with your chin until he releases you, turning on his heel again and beginning to make his way to the doorway. He turns over his shoulder to look at you for a moment, a satisfied look on his face.

"Good. I'll be back in an hour. I expect my cloak to be clean by then."

"An hour!?" Your mouth falls agape at his words. He pauses, his satisfied look being replaced by yet another frown.

"That has been a sufficient amount of time for you in the past, has it not?" He questions as he crosses his arms. You continue to gape at him, a bit baffled as you try to find the right words.

"Well, yes, but this is far more blood than usual, Knives. Not to mention the fact that the blood is dried! It takes a lot more time to-"

"I need it in an hour. I have somewhere to be."

You close your mouth and look down at the cloth, a small grimace settles on your face as you look at the red stained fabric and then back up at him. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you stared at him. A part of you wanted to stand your ground and tell him that you would need more time, but you knew better.

"Yes, Knives. I'll have it ready for you in an hour."

He nods at you, sliding the door open and leaving before shutting it behind him. You watched the door close, letting out a sigh of relief before you look back down. The dirtied cloak sat in your lap, taunting you with the insane amount of red that covered it. You, albeit a bit frustrated, narrowed your eyes in determination and began scrubbing the cloak again. If you wanted to get this cloak done in an hour, you'd have to work hard, but the begrudging praise that you'd likely receive would be worth it.

You'd show that man just how capable you are.

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I am absolutely OBSESSED with your Trigun mermaid x reader story.

Read both parts and was wondering if you plan to continue to write more about it?

Ahhhh I'm so glad that you like it! Right now, I'm definitely planning on trying to write a part three, but I'm just kind of struggling with figuring out what I want to happen lol Maybe I should start planning more in advance! If you guys have any ideas, like I said in a previous post, feel free to share them! I have one request in my inbox right now that I think I could flavor as a kind of prequel, but I think I want the next part to be a continuation rather than a back track! ((I'm still planning on writing for the idea that they gave me, I just want to deliver at least one more part beforehand!))

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Okay so that Eriks fic of the reader’s daughter clutching onto him wailing and crying and the reader not recognizing him has my heart is pieces. I’m here to humbly get on my knees and beg for a continuation of some kind. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

(SPOILERS) Where?

Content: SPOILERS for Trigun 98 & Stampede, Fem! Reader, angst with a good ending

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: Ask and you shall recieve! I had two anons ask for a happy ending so I will oblige! Hope you enjoy!

Previous Part

Eriks wasn't stupid by any means. When he saw that little girl running towards him on that day in the market, he knew who she was immediately. He could never forget that child's smile, and it helped that she happened to be holding a toy that he had bought for her a long time ago.

When she latched onto his leg, crying, calling him "daddy", he felt guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. He had never wanted to leave her behind. To leave you behind. When he realized what he had done to Knives, though, he was terrified that something similar would happen to you and Iris. So he left, making sure his coat was in a place where you could find it. He knew it wasn't a proper goodbye, but he figured that it was better than nothing.

As Iris cried and held onto his leg, he realized you weren't with her. He nervously began to attempt to gently pull his daughter off of him. He wasn't sure where you were, but he wasn't sure if he could keep his composure- or his secret identity- if he saw you.

"Iris!" He heard your voice in the distance. God, how he wanted to relish in the sound of your voice for a moment, but he knew how much you cared for this girl and, with how loud she was being as she called for him, he was certain you'd find your way to the two of them soon.

"Daddy!"

"Iris... Let go, please." He whispered as the child looked up at him and shook her head, hugging his leg tighter, "I found you! Mommy will be so happy-"

"Iris! Leave that poor man alone..!" There it is again, that voice of yours, but much closer this time. Eriks' breath hitches, his head immediately lowering so that he didn't have to look at you. He wasn't sure if he could handle seeing your face right now as tears already began to fill his eyes at the sound of his daughter's sobs.

He felt you pull Iris away. A lonely feeling washed over him as he felt his daughter's hands leave his leg. "Mommy, let me go!" The child screamed as you pulled her away. With every cry, he felt his guilt worsen. Maybe it had been the wrong idea to leave the two of you behind.

He was about to turn to leave, finding it would be a good idea to get out of here before he gave into her cries, when he hears footsteps coming towards him. Iris quickly clutched onto the front of his shirt and began to cry again, "I missed you! We both missed you! When are you coming home?"

Eriks could feel his heart shatter at her words. The urge to wrap his arms around her and hug her, tell her that he's sorry, tell her that he wanted to come home was so strong. He stares at the girl for a moment before he sees your hand begin to reach for her again.

"I'm sorry, sir... She lost her father. It's been-"

"It's okay," he cut you off quickly, slowly embracing Iris, "losing a loved one is... hard." Being able to hold his daughter was one of the things he had missed the most while he was off parading around with a new identity. Another thing he missed, though, was you. He slowly brought his eyes up to look into yours, his heart sinking a bit when he finally sees you.

You looked so tired. Dark bags had sunken into the area under your eyes, but he couldn't help but admire how you looked. He loved you so much, and looking at you right now made his repressed emotions sing with a need to comfort you.

When you look into his eyes, the face you make has him thinking for a moment that you saw through his new identity. That you knew it was him. A part of him desperately wished for you to call his real name, but you stayed silent.

"I'm sorry you lost your father," Eriks continues as he rubs his daughter's back, "I'm sure he... I'm sure he cared a lot about you," he looks back up at you again, trying to hide the strain in his voice "about both of you."

He heard a soft 'thank you' escape your lips as you reached forward, taking Iris by the hand and pulling her away again. Erik's guilt worsened as Iris began to scream and cry again. He quickly turned and began to walk away. He had to, before he did something stupid.

That night, he was restless. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind swirling with ideas of what to do. He had made up his mind about halfway through his walk to his current residence. He was going to come back home. He just had to figure out how to go about it. Should he do something grand or something subtle? Something lighthearted or something serious?

Would you be upset? You should be. He wouldn't blame you if you were. He reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out a necklace that sat around his neck, his wedding band resting on the string. It was one of the only mementos of his past that he allowed himself to keep.

As he stared at the ring, his desperation to see you grew. He was going to go to see you. Now. He had already told Lina and her grandmother before they went to bed that he was going to be leaving. The two of them had helped him freshen up. A quick shave and a haircut and he was already starting to look like his old self again. It felt weird seeing himself look like Vash again instead of Eriks.

He quickly gathered what little belongings he had and made his way out of the house. He knew the way to your home by heart. It was a small place that you two had built together. He knew exactly where it was.

It took about an hour for him to arrive. It was well into the night by now. Would you be asleep?

He stood in front of the door for a moment, contemplating whether or not this was a good idea. He glanced through the window, seeing that there were still two seats at the table. Now, though, instead of the highchair that he remembered, there was a third chair with a booster seat.

He had missed two years of his daughter growing up. He had missed her first steps. He had missed her second and third birthday. He looked through the window for a moment longer before the lights suddenly flickered on. He sees you shuffle into the kitchen, your form enveloped in something. Was that his coat? He watches as you glance at the table, before you move past it and grab a glass to fill with water. He watches you move quietly. He hadn't seen you in so long, anything that you could do right now he would still find beautiful.

You turn and walk towards the table, sitting down and placing the glass on the wood before hugging the jacket closer to yourself.

He couldn't wait anymore. Seeing you hug the jacket like that when he was right here made him even more desperate to embrace you. He moved back to the door, rapping his knuckles against the oak quickly. It takes a moment before the door opens, your tired form appearing in the frame as you rub your eyes.

"What the hell do you want-" You cut yourself off as you look into familiar eyes. You examined him for a moment before your brows furrow. "Ugh, I'm dreaming again," You groan as you attempt to close the door. Vash quickly grabs the door before you can shut it fully, pulling it open again as you blink in surprise, looking at him again. He didn't know what he should say, so he just gave you a soft smile. He hoped that was enough.

At the sight of his smile, your heart skips a beat. You let go of the door and reach up to cup his face, your hands resting on either one of his cheeks as you stare at him.

"Vash...?" You ask carefully. He nods his head slowly, moving his hand up to yours, rubbing his thumb against you knuckles. You blink again before tears start to well up in your eyes.

"Is... Is it really you? I'm not dreaming?" You asked as you pulled his face closer to you, fingers tracing the mole under his eye. He simply continues to look at you as his own eyes begin to wet. He nods his head again and you let out a mixture between a laugh and a sob.

"Say something, please! I need... I need you to tell me that this is real."

He looks at you for another beat before he leans into you hand on his cheek, "I'm here, my love. I'm home."

Another strangled laugh-sob leaves your mouth as you pull him into a tight hug. You buried your head into his shoulder as you cried, holding him as if you were worried he would leave again. You stayed like that for a while, holding him and sobbing as he stroked your hair and shushed you. You pulled away from the hug after you were sure that this was real and that he wasn't going anywhere. You cupped his face again, pulling him into a kiss full of two years of love that he had missed.

You two spent all night like that, kissing and hugging and crying. Two years without each other was far too long.

In the morning, you have Vash gently wake up Iris. When her eyes opened and she saw her father, she let out a squeal of delight, leaping out of her bed and wrapping her arms around him. Similarly to you, it seemed she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry as tears flowed down her cheeks despite her giggling. Vash smiled as he was finally able to give his daughter a proper hug, holding her tightly against him as he started to tear up a bit.

It felt good to have a full family again.

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* twirls my hair and kicks my legs *

Thank you for recommending me! I definitely recommend you guys check out Beani’s account, they write some really good Vash content :))

The other writers they recommended also have some really good stuff! Hopefully this post allows you guys to find more Trigun writers you enjoy :)

-Ana

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do you have any fic writer recommendations? im in such a desperate need for more content!!! adore ur work btw

I have a few personal faves that I go between, other than that I much rely heavily on my recommended for fics XD

@/dr4k3n0

@/millionsvash

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@/ShinTin

@/TrigunWritings

@/strawurberries they also reblog some really good fics too.

These are my recommendations, I enjoy all their writings and I hope you find something of interest with them too anon! Also to anyone that sees this feel free to comment your own recommendations <3

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okay so maybe like a sequel to the one where Vash and the reader had a child..

but it’s after the JuLai incident and so, Y/n and the child around 3 now are in the town and the child bumps into Erik’s and is like ‘daddy!’ but y/n is like sorry the lost their father two years ago

but Erik’s being a sweetheart tells the child sorry that the child lost is father leaving the child confused continuing to call him daddy

while y/n tries to get them to stop and takes the child from Erik’s while the child cries reaching out for Erik’s continuing to cry out for him

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Content: SPOILERS for Trigun 98, Fem! Reader, implied death, there's a child, hurt no comfort

Word count: 1k

Notes: Very sad, very sad, I'll fuckin take it!!! Thank you for the request

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It had been 2 years since you lost your husband. He had done something brave. Something that helped a lot of people.

But he had left you behind.

You had cried yourself to sleep a countless number of times after you found his coat, but not him. The hope that he was still alive had subsided after maybe your ninth night of laying in bed, cuddling his coat close to your body and crying into the rough material. This coat had meant so much to him, there was no way he would've left it. There was no way he could've left you. And...

"Mommy?"

Iris. She was in the doorway again, looking at you with a worry and sadness behind her eyes. He wouldn't have left her.

She shuffled towards you and climbed in bed with you. She looked at your sniffling form for a moment before an idea popped into her head. In an attempt to make you feel better, she handed you the toy that her father had picked out for her while you were pregnant. The memory of buying that toy with him filled your mind and, even though you knew she was trying to help, you couldn't help the deep sobs that rattled your body as you pulled both her and the stuffed rabbit closer to your shaking form.

He was really gone. There was no way he would have left Iris behind. He loved that girl so much. He always talked about his hopes for her life.

Another shaking cry left your body as Iris started to sniffle as well, clutching the front of your night gown. You hated when she saw you like this, but it seemed inevitable these past few nights.

It was about the sixth month after you lost him that you began to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't coming back. Your endless nights, sitting up and holding back tears as you looked out the window for him were fruitless. The conversation with Iris where you told her about how her father wasn't going to be coming back was heartbreaking. Watching her small face distort in confusion, then sadness, filled you with guilt. You knew it wasn't your fault, but you couldn't help the filling that overcame you when you saw her so upset.

Now, it marked the two year anniversary since his death. It was a hard day for you, but you decided to go to the market with Iris, who walked next to you, holding her stuffed rabbit as the two of you maneuvered through the crowd. You were hoping to get some things to make a treat for the two of you. God knows you deserved it.

As you were sliding in between two people, you felt Iris' hand leave yours. You turned quickly, but she was already gone from your sight as more people tried to move past you.

"Iris!" You called as you pushed through the people. Panic settled on your skin, a nauseous feeling overcoming you as you searched for her. You weren't going to let the universe take another loved one away from you.

You continued to shove your way through the crowd, until you see a flash of blond hair and you freeze.

"Daddy!" You hear Iris cry as you move towards her voice. You break out into the small opening, where a tall man with shaggy blond hair and stubble stood there, nervously trying to pry Iris off of him.

"Iris! Leave that poor man alone..!" You raised your voice as you reached forward, pulling her off of the stranger. She let out a loud scream and began to thrash in your arms, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Mommy, let me go!" She yelled as she slipped from your grasp again, running forward and grabbing the man again. Her small hands clutched his shirt as she cried, "I missed you! We both missed you! When are you coming home?"

Your face flushed in embarrassment as you went to pull her away again, "I'm sorry, sir... She lost her father. It's been-"

"You're okay," He says quickly as he wraps his arms around the small child, "losing a loved one is... hard." He says softly as she looks down at her, before glancing up at you.

You couldn't blame Iris for thinking this man was her father. When his eyes met yours, you almost let out a cry as well. But there was no way that this man was Vash though. If he was alive... he would've come and found you by now.

"I'm sorry you lost your father," the man said as he rubbed your daughter's back, "I'm sure he... I'm sure he cared a lot about you," he looks back up at you again "about both of you."

You blinked away any tears that had formed in your eyes before you gave him a 'thank you'. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take so you reached for Iris again and started to pull her back in the direction you had been walking before.

She let out another cry and reached for the man again, yelling for her father. You struggled to keep your composure as you started walking away from the man, Iris trying to pry her hand from yours, screaming about how you were leaving him behind and that he was right there.

The temptation to break down was overwhelming, but you couldn't let her see you like that again. You felt hot embarrassment fill your face as you dragged your crying, screaming daughter away from the man that she thought was her father.

You managed to calm her down after a while, finishing your shopping trip, but she still seemed upset with you. Even when you had brought out the cake you made for the two of you, she refused to eat even a piece.

That night, for the first time in a long time, you took out his coat from storage and slept with it. There were no tears this time, though. There was no point in crying over someone who was gone.

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Hello everyone! This post is just going to have what you need to know about me/my blog!

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You can call me Ana or Analise! I'm 19 and my pronouns are she/they

Atm, this blog is going to be mostly dedicated to Trigun because that's what I'm hyperfixated on right now! I have other interests as well though and I'm still interested in writing other things!

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I'm normally not a big AU person but your mermaid fics have me absolutely hooked and enthralled. ♡

Aaaaaaaa this means a lot, tysm! It makes me happy to know that people that may not even typically enjoy AUs are enjoying the Mermaid Vash fics! Part three may be coming soon! You guys let me know what kind of stuff you want to see in the third part and I'll try to make it happen! Comments and asks with ideas are both welcome!

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Could you maybe write a short about Vash hearing his lover say "I want to be selfish and keep you with me forever" when they think he's asleep. Because he should be loved unabashedly the way he loves others, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it.

A Long, Long Time

Content: Fluff, Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, cuddles

Word count: 606

Notes: Very cute request heheheh I hope this is what you had in mind! Enjoy :)

Vash was having one of those nights. He couldn't seem to fall asleep, no matter how much he readjusted or how many sheep he attempted to count. A part of him wanted to get up and go for a nighttime stroll, but he knew that would mean having to get out of bed. He didn't want to risk potentially waking you up for one, but also the image of you waking up without him next to you was something that he felt guilt at even the idea of.

So he continued to lay next to you, his arms wrapped around you as he watched you sleep peacefully. As tired as he was, he was enjoying being able to see you like this. You looked so calm. He slowly reached up and brushed his thumb against your cheek, a soft smile on his face. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. He just couldn't help himself. As he pulled away, though, you began to stir and mumble in your sleep. He immediately let his hand fall to where it was before and closed his eyes, feigning sleep in the same way a possum pretends to die. He didn't want you to worry about the fact that sleep was alluding him, so he allowed himself to sink into the bed, just in case he had accidentally awoken you.

"Vash...?" You murmur tiredly as he continues to fake sleep. You look at him for a moment before sighing and reaching up to cup his face.

"I love you..." You whisper, keeping your voice quiet to make sure you wouldn't "wake" him. "I wish... I wish we could always be like this."

Vash continued to try to feign sleep, trying to relax his breathing so that you didn't suspect he was awake. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. You leaned a bit closer to him, smiling softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

"I wish I could be selfish and tell you... Tell you that I want you to be with me for a long, long time." You sigh before moving your hands away from his face. Vash's mind was racing. You had never really been one to say such things. He almost felt bad for hearing those words. You were being vulnerable, but only because you thought he was asleep.

He felt you relax again, allowing yourself to curl up towards him and whisper something that he can't quite make out before you start to fall back asleep.

He waited quite a while before he dared to move, nervousness filling his stomach before he flutters his eyes open, glancing down at you. You were curled up against his chest, your arms tucked in between the two of you as you slept. He stared at you in awe for a moment as he pondered your words.

You wanted to be with him for a long time? How long exactly? You had said "long" twice. Did that mean something?

A part of him wanted to ask you those questions. That part of him yearned for you to be selfish; he desperately wanted to be able to look into your eyes while you told him those things. He wanted to be able to see your face- your expression- when you told him that you wanted to be with him for a long, long time.

He would wait for you to be comfortable enough to say those things when he was awake. He would wait for as long as it would take. Even if it was a long, long time.

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