💗💕𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 ?…💕💗
Hmmpf of course I'm pouting you !I told you I wanted a red one to go with the flower in your hair pin, you dummy… yes i do love black but ...hmpf you better offer me a drink at the party
Stop looking at me like this, what is that look...…
You think I'm pretty ?! ….
…I…Th-Thank you…
…The dress suits you also Spikey… let’s go before we’re late.
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I NEED TO MAKE A SHOOT WITH THE PUNISHER LIKE THIS
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Names and Things
Rating: General
Relationship: Fem!Reader/Vash/Wolfwood
Summary: On the way home, Vash and Wolfwood argue.
Written by @blood--hunter
Note: A continuation of Bad Habits, but it’s not necessarily canon unless you, the reader, want it to be. The reader is married to Vash and Wolfwood. Implied to be pregnant. Never shown.
“Can’t believe you forgot the car…” Wolfwood grumbled, adjusting the rope over his shoulder. It was one thing to have to carry his weapon, but something else entirely to drag a man halfway across the desert.
Vash has the decency to at least look a little ashamed.
“Well, forgot is a strong word.”
“You got it fucking stolen. Didn’t you?”
His husband reamains quiet and Wolfwood can only shake his head. “You’re the reason I need to smoke.”
The leader of the Glass-Gang is still passed out, so there’s that. His luck wasn’t all bad today and there was the thought of returning home to their wife with full pockets and a job well done. That—at the very least—lifted his spirits.
“So,” Wolfwood says, trying to focus on something other than the near unbareable heat, “I was thinking Leon D. Wolfwood.”
Vash bulks, swinging his blond head around to look at him. “Who says he’s gonna get your last name!”
“Because I’m the only one who has one! Dumbass!”
“Well!” Vash stalls, obivously trying to think of a comeback as he pouts, “What about Kevin the Stampede?”
“Kevin? Really.”
His husband nods resolutely, “Or maybe—maybe something like Colton!”
“You just really want a hard ‘K’ sound, don’t you?”
“Yeah! I think it sounds cool!”
Wolfwood rolls his eyes and looks back as the man he had been tugging across the sand begins to stir.
“Looks like our bounty is waking up.”
Vash eyes the man as well before looking at Wolfwood with a smile, “Why don’t we ask him? Hey! Do you like Leon or Kevin?”
“Huh?” Is all the gang leader says.
Nicholas shakes his head, passing the rope to Vash.
“I’ve been dragging him for half a mile now. You take him.”
“No way!”
“You’re the one that lost the car!”
Vash takes the rope, pouting. Nick can only watch him, one brow raised. He didn’t dare slip a cigarette into his mouth, knowing that it would just end up flying into the desert like a piece of paper. Though, his fingers did itch for the lighter in his pocket.
“And if it’s a girl?” He asks, not thinking.
Vash gets that far away look on his face, the look he gets when he or their wife accidentally trips on something from his past. She’s always better at soothing him, but Wolfwood doesn’t know what to do in these situations, too used to being “tough” and not letting these things get to him.
“Rem. We’ll name her Rem.”
He’s silent for a few moments more, letting the sun beam down on the back of his neck. “Yeah. I think I like that.”
“I think Kevin sounds good.”
Both Vash and Nick swing their heads around, staring at the man half unconcious in the sand, a rope firmly around his middle.
“Yeah, maybe Leon isn’t so bad…” Vash murmurs, beginning to walk once more, the gang leader slowly being dragged after him.
“Told you … Do you think she’ll like it?”
“Ask her and find out! But I don’t think she’ll go for the middle initial.”
“D is not that bad!”
“…What does it even stand for anyways?”
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