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[helios-writings]

I Wanna be Yours

Vash x gn! Reader

WC: 1k

NSFW! 18+ only. Minors dni.

Warnings: Porn w/o plot, handjobs, crying during sex. Established relationship.

You and Vash rarely get moments alone, but when you do, you take advantage of it.

Your hands were tangled in Vash’s hair as he pressed little kisses down your neck, causing you to gasp. The two of you never really had time alone, so when you did, you wanted to make the most of it. Even if that meant the world’s most desperate makeout session. He sat on the bed of the shitty hotel you were staying at, your legs planted on either side of him, core planted directly above his hardening cock.

“You’re gorgeous.” Vash muttered, nipping at your collarbone. 

You laughed a little, grinding down, causing the man to stifle his groan in your shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself.” 

You loved making out with Vash, he was so reactive that it drove you insane. You couldn’t resist teasing him. You raised his head from your shoulder and brought him into a bruising kiss, grinding down on him again. He whined into the kiss, making you grin. 

“Unfair. Don’t you know I’m a dangerous criminal?” He asked as you nipped down his neck. 

“Maybe my plan all along was to seduce you and then take you to the police, claiming the bounty for myself.” 

It wasn’t true of course, and Vash knew that, if his snort of amusement was anything to go by, even as he was putting a hand under your thin nightshirt. 

“You’re not scared of the Humanoid Typhoon?” The grin on his face was cocky.

You leaned forward, nipping his ear and he keened, bucking his hip upwards, causing you to grind down. The hand that had slipped under your nightshirt was kneading one of your breasts, sending the tiniest sparks of pleasure through you. 

“Not when I know what he sounds like in bed.” You told him, hands in his hair again. 

Vash pulled the shirt off of you and tossed it somewhere in the room, wrapping his mouth around the neglected nipple. You’d never known another man to love your tits the way he did, he loved playing with them at any chance he could, pouting when he didn’t have enough time. He was the same way with making you feel good, wanting to spend hours between your legs before he even thought about getting off. 

You ground against him again, harder this time, letting out a low moan. The desperation was getting to you; the pent up frustration from constant camping and never having a moment alone. Vash seemed to be feeling the same way, if his frantic bucking into you was anything to go by. His green eyes were glazed over with pleasure. 

You pushed his head away from your chest, pulling him in for a kiss instead. 

“Wish we had more time to ourselves,” he babbled, “I want to make you feel good, baby, I want to spend a whole day in bed with you, whatever way you want me.” 

“I want you just like this.” You told him, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out. 

The blonde moaned in relief at the cold air. “Feels so good, baby.” 

“You’re about to feel even better.” You teased, wrapping a hand around his cock.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Vash moaned so loudly, it seemed to echo off the walls and you slapped a hand over his mouth, waiting to see if someone was going to pound on the door to complain about the noise. When no one did, you removed your hand, sighing in relief. “You need to be quiet, if we get caught in the act, I’ll never forgive you.”

He kissed apologetically up your chest, frowning up at you with his green eyes wide. “Aww, I’ll be good, baby, I promise. 

You rolled your eyes, but started moving your hand up and down his length while he stifled his moans into your mouth. He was hot in your hand, and the sight of his cock did nothing to quench the heat you felt low in your stomach, but you rarely got to take the 60 billion double dollar man apart like this, and you wanted to cherish the moment. 

Vash pulled away from the kiss and laid his head on your shoulder, whimpering as he bucked up into your hand. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop. Please.”

You kissed the side of his head. “I love you, Vash, I’ve got you.”

He shuddered as he came, his loud moan muffled by his face being buried in your neck. Spurts of cum covered your hand and you made a face at how it felt. 

You tried getting up, but Vash clung to you. “Don’t leave.” 

“I just need to clean up, I’ll be right back.” 

He shook his head, but eventually let you go and you came back from the bathroom with a clean hand, and a warm rag so you could wipe the dried tears from his face. 

“I want to make you feel good.” He mumbled, eyes red. 

You glanced at a nearby clock and shook your head. “Maybe next time, hotshot. It’s late. We need to get some sleep.” 

Groaning, he shucked off his pants and jacket, but waited for you to be undressed to climb under the covers. He was little spoon.  

Kissing him softly, you wished him good night. 

***

The next day, Wolfwood greeted the two of you at the front desk. “Apparently someone filed a noise complaint last night.” 

You turned away from the man, but Vash was beet red, giving you away. 

He sighed. “They didn’t fine us. This time, but next time, learn to be quieter.” 

Vash leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Can they fine you for a noise complaint?” 

“I think he’s fucking with us. We weren’t that loud.” 

He beamed. “Told ya I’d be good.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that, What would people say if they knew the most wanted man in the world was such a good guy.” 

Vash pulled you into a kiss. “I don’t care what the world thinks; just you.” 

“The two of you are sickening.” Meryl teased as she walked past. 

“And you’re a mood killer.” You shot back.

“Just one of my many charms.”

You turned back to your boyfriend and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “We should get a move on. I love you. 

He pulled you into another kiss. “I love you too.” 

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Introduction

Hello everyone and congratulations on finding me! I’m the creator of @bsd-historian, but this is just my personal account. I mostly reblog nerd shit.

☀️Name: call me Vicky

☀️Pronouns: they/them

☀️age: I’m an adult

☀️fandoms: damn there’s way too many but I like pokemon, moominvalley, bungo stray dogs, and attack on titan to name a few. I’m also an avid dnd player.

☀️highest kins include: ranpo edogawa (bsd), vash the stampede (trigun), and sadly albedo (GI)

☀️random facts about me:

Stereotypical liberal arts college English major

I take fanfic commissions and you can follow my blog @smash_the_vampede for any info

No surprise I’m an avid linguistics, anthropology, literature, history, and just general humanities kid

I’m a veteran dnd player and DM and I’m always down to give tips

I’m extremely fascinated by historical, linguistic, and cultural references in my favorite media honestly I could make a whole YouTube channel about it

The only sport I really like is figure skating. It’s the only sport I actually care about so expect the occasional yuma kageyama appreciation post

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[helios-writings]

Would That I

Knight! Vash x Royalty! Reader

wc: 5.3k

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, losing an arm.

You are second in line for the throne and Vash is your personal guard, after years of pining, you confess your love and loyalty to each other, but cannot be together.

You grinned as you moved the chess piece, ending the game with a swift checkmate. Vash groaned, leaning back in his chair in defeat. You tried to look anywhere but his exposed arms and exposed throat. 

“You win again,” he told you, smiling, “I’m going to have to start practising.” 

You stood up from the chair, dusting yourself off. “Oh? And who would you practise with? You said yourself that Sir Wolfwood’s a cheat and Lady Meryl scares you too much to even try to play against her.” 

“I’ll start picking up books from the castle library.” 

The two of you walked shoulder to shoulder towards the garden’s entrance and Vash had an uncharacteristic frown on his face. 

“You’ve been quiet all day.” You told him, a hand lightly placed on his arm. You could feel his body heat through your glove. 

“I leave tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a month, at the least. Three at most.” 

“Where will you go?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, some town on the outskirts has had trouble with bandits, we’re being sent to get rid of them. Wolfwood, Milly and myself. A few others.” 

“Can I see you off?” 

“You must, I fear I’d perish without a good luck farewell from the royal highness themself.” 

Three months without your best and closest friend, the aspect made tears threaten to well up in your eyes. “Write to me?” 

He ceased his teasing and took your hand in his, clutching it to his chest, his blue eyes looking into your own. “Every week. I’ll even bring you back a souvenir.” 

“Just bring yourself back in one piece.” 

The air between the two of you was charged with something you couldn’t name, but it faded quickly when he dropped your hand and made his way back towards the barracks. 

You watch him until he disappears from your sight and you wonder how you’re supposed to sleep knowing that tomorrow morning could be the last time you see him.

***

Vash is awake before dawn, the sky still an ugly grey. He’s loath to leave your side, but knows you’ll be safe within the kingdom’s walls. He holds the horse’s reins tightly, knuckles turning white and looks out, searching for any sign of you. 

Wolfwood and Milly are atop their own horses, but it’s the former who says something. 

“We can’t wait for much longer, Vash, the other knights have already left. You sure they're coming?” 

He nodded firmly. You wouldn’t lie to him. 

Like you’d been summoned, you came tearing down the main square in our sleep clothes, a robe pulled tight around you. The sight made his heart swell. 

“Wait! Vash, don’t leave yet!” 

Milly and Wolfwood stifled their laughs as you reached them, chest heaving. “Sorry I’m late.” 

He hopped off of his horse and you pulled him into a crushing hug, burying your face in his chest. 

“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s going to be okay.”

“It doesn’t make sense to send you when you're my bodyguard.” 

“But I’m still a knight.” 

“I want you to stay here with me. What if you don’t come back?”  

He raised your head to look you in the eyes. “I would fight through a million enemies to come back to you.” 

“Remember to write to me. Please.”

Vash kissed your hand before he could decide against it. “Every week.” 

You bit your lip, like you were going to say something and then decided against it. 

“Vash, we’ve gotta go!” Milly called and he sighed. 

You grabbed his arm and you crashed your lips to his. He didn’t get a chance to revel in the feeling before you pulled away from and ran back towards the castle. Vash could feel tears on his face, but they weren’t his. 

***

The months without Vash were hard and almost too much for you to handle, but letters came every week from Vash, just like he’d promised. Every letter had a flower pressed between the pages.

Meryl, though she thought it was annoying that you kept re-reading his letters during her lessons, knew that there were few people in this world as important to you as Vash. Your own family didn’t even make the list. Being king, queen and the heir to the throne meant that they didn’t have time for you.

It was strange to be anywhere without the blonde knight, you went everywhere together. Joined at the hip, more than a normal royal and their knight should be. Where once there was laughter by your side, there was silence.

You wondered if you had ruined everything with that kiss, however brief it was. When he returned, would he even want to see you? Would he choose to return as your bodyguard? Or would he ask to be replaced, effectively never seeing you again? 

He never said anything as such in the letters, but you knew him to be a good liar, a man who never let anyone truly know what he was thinking. He never mentioned the kiss, either. 

For you, it was all you had thought about, even before. You knew you had loved Vash for a long time, maybe not love at first sight, but when you got to know him. Maybe when the both of you had turned into teens, when arms and legs were less lanky and voices were deeper. But the when didn’t matter as much as the why. When Vash was as kind and as brave as he was. Always eager to help others, no matter the cost. Even if the cost was his life. It’s why you had been so scared for him to leave, because if it had come down to saving a life and him, he would always choose the former. 

The door to the library burst open, and a guard stormed in. “Your highness, the knights have returned.” 

You stood, the books piled on your lap spilling to the ground. “Where are they?” 

“The clinic. They were all injured, but no fatalities.” 

You thanked the guard before rushing out the door. You needed to see him, needed to hold him in your hands to make sure he was actually here and safe. 

You slammed the doors to the clinic open, searching the faces for Vash. 

Wolfwood, who you didn’t know too well, approached you from the side. “Vash got a private room. Through there.” 

You thanked him, before taking off towards the closed door. When you opened it, you gasped. 

Vash was on a bed, armour stripped off, fresh scars riddling his body. He sat up slowly. “Told you I’d come back.” 

A sob tore its way out of your throat and you collapsed by his bedside. 

He took your hand in his.”Hey, it’s alright. I’m okay. It’s not even that bad.”

“You’ve been stabbed. Multiple times, how is that not bad?” 

“Well, fighting off millions of enemies to get back to you will do that.” He said with a chuckle and wince. 

“Let’s keep it to one enemy at a time.”

“I got you something.” He told you, rubbing a circle into the back of your hand. 

“You didn’t need to.” 

He shrugged, wincing again. “It reminded me of you, I had to buy it. When I can stand without help, I’ll give it to you.” 

You glanced at the closed door and leaned forward, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

Vash was silent for only a moment before he opened his mouth to say something, interrupted by the healer entering the room. 

“He’s not supposed to have visitors,” she told you, “even if they are royalty. I’m sorry.” 

You nodded and stood up. “Of course, I’ll come back when he’s ready.” 

The healer smiled as you bid her farewell and once you were outside of the clinic, you let the tears fall. He had come back to you. Just like he’d promised.

***

Vash is young when he sees you for the first time. You’re young too, but the weight on your shoulders is too heavy. Second in line for the throne but you are already weighed down by a crown you won’t wear. 

The knight captain brings him towards your parents and your father nods in approval. You hide behind your mother’s skirts. 

The king beckons you forward and you obey, curtsying when you see him. Vash bows, because that was what he was taught. 

“This is Vash,” the knight captain introduces him, “we’ve already begun training him to be a knight.” 

The king and queen scan him up and down, like he is a horse up for auction. “Perhaps he’d fare better as a bodyguard for our youngest child.” 

You look him in the eyes for the first time, and Vash has decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to protect you. 

It's something he thinks even now, as he fought to stay alive during his mission, as he saw the necklace that reminded him of you, as he read the words you wrote back to him.  

He thinks of the two kisses you had given him, yearning for more, like they were a drug. Like you were a drug. Maybe you were, maybe that would explain how he’d loved you for so long. 

It was selfish, perhaps, to keep you so close to him. To take your hand in his so often, to hold you with the intimacy of a lover. You were so beloved to him, it was impossible to think he’d be the same to you. 

The box was heavy in his hands as he stood outside of the door to your chambers, now allowed to leave the clinic since he’d healed. He knocked once, quietly, since it was late. 

You opened it, your face painted with the soft glow of candlelight. “Vash, I didn’t know you were better, I would’ve come to visit.” 

“May I come in?” 

“You never need to ask.” 

The two of you stood in your room, the door closed and the curtains drawn, no one around to see. 

“This is what I got you.” He handed you the box, his gaze averted. 

“Vash….this is gorgeous.” 

“I said it reminded me of you, didn’t I?” 

He knew the necklace, a simple pearl on a gold chain, wasn’t as extravagant as the other things you owned, but it was still beautiful. 

You handed him the necklace and turned around. “Help me put it on?” 

Carefully, like he was handling a china doll, he clasped the jewellery around your neck, the pearl sitting in the hollow of your throat. His fingers brushed your neck. He wondered what it would be like to press a kiss against the nape of it. 

“How’s it look?” 

“You look….I mean, it looks beautiful.” 

You bit your lip, and without thinking, he reached up and brushed your lip with his thumb. The skin was soft. 

“Vash….” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Anytime you want.” You sounded breathless. Stunned. 

He pulled you into a kiss, a proper kiss, and it took his breath away. You were warm against him. The fabric of your night clothes bunching up where his hands sat, the bare skin against his hands scorching. More, more, more, his mind supplied, but he’d never take more than you offered him. 

Without realising it, he’d ended up sitting on a chair, your body above his, kissing him as deep as you possibly could, as close as you could, like you could never be close enough, his hand edging underneath your shirt. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how close the two of you got. 

You pulled away, eyes heavy lidded and lips swollen. “I love you.”

The words left him breathless, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?” 

“I love you, I am in love with you.”

He placed his head on your chest, pulling you closer, ignoring how his cock jumped at the movement. “I love you too. So, so much.” 

You raised his head and kissed him again, And again. The two of you spent what seemed like hours kissing. It was all he’d ever wanted.

***

You and Vash had three days of peace before disaster struck. An attack on an allied kingdom had signified an oncoming war and even though it had only been about a month since Vash’s last mission, you could tell he was going to be sent out again, and soon. 

This thought haunted you. This war could kill him and although you know he’d be happy to die protecting this country, and by extension you, you couldn’t allow that to happen. You wouldn’t. 

You cornered Vash in a secluded area of the library, the shelves hiding you from prying eyes. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, but you stopped him, biting your lip. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” 

“You’re going to be sent out on a mission again. What if something happens to you?” 

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.” 

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. A million armies, remember?”

You were silent for a few moments before you spoke again. “I want to run away. From the kingdom, from everything. With you.” 

Vash’s eyes widened in shock, and he was speechless for what seemed like years. “I….can’t do that.” 

“And why not?” 

“I just can’t, you don’t understand.” 

“Then help me understand.”

When he was silent, you scoffed and stormed off, not caring about how petulant you may have seemed. You can hear his footsteps behind you, but you don’t slow down, not even as you make it upstairs to your room. 

You slam the door to your chambers, only for them to open back up shortly after, the footsteps of your knight stopping behind you.

“I can’t run away with you,” Vash tells you, his voice desperate and tear filled, “if we leave here, you could die and you’re too important. I am not important enough for you to abandon everything for.” 

You whirl on him and shove him so hard, he nearly stumbles into the door. “Damn you, Vash, you’re important to me! Can’t you see that? Or are you blinded by your own sense of duty, of obligation, that you can’t see that I would sacrifice anything to keep you safe? To keep you here? With me?” 

His gaze was averted from yours, hidden by his blonde hair. “I can’t take you away from this life. You have to understand-“ 

“I’m tired of hearing that word. Understand. Understand that I must leave to fight in a foolish war. Understand that you must live your life constantly under guard. Understand that we can’t be together even though we want it over everything else in the world. As long as I remain here we can’t be together, we will always kiss in secluded corners or empty rooms. My running away is about more than you, it’s about being free, being free from the family that doesn’t care about me, being free from the weight that’s on my shoulders, but I want to do that with you. You’re my family now, you always have been.” 

Once again, he said nothing, and you sighed heavily. “Just leave.” 

He opened the door, but before he left, he stopped in the doorway. “I leave a week from now. Early in the morning.” 

The door shut and you heard him walk away.

***

You didn’t see him off, that was all Vash could think about as he rode on horseback through the woods towards the border of the kingdom. He figured you wouldn’t, not after that argument. It’s the longest you’d been without talking to him. 

He did wonder, however brief, what it would be like to run away with you. Would the two of you live in a cottage in a faraway forest, or would you live in a bustling town with fake names and disguises? But he couldn't, no matter how tempted he was. You were the whole world to him, he would kneel to you and fight for you, even if it meant never being together the way he had dreamed about, he wasn’t worth your devotion. Wasn’t worth running away from all you had known. 

He thinks of the letter he left in the hands of Meryl. “In case I don’t come back,” he’d told her, but now he was unsure if that was the right choice. He should’ve given it to you himself, but he was afraid that if he’d seen you, he would’ve abandoned everything he knew and taken you in his arms and ran away with you, wherever you had wanted. 

The loyalty he felt to you was unwavering, but he couldn’t put it above the loyalty he had to the crown. Then again, the crown may have taken him in after his brother disappeared, but it was you that had gotten him to open up, gotten him to smile and laugh. He was a fool to tell you he wouldn’t run away with you, because now that is all he wanted to do. But it was too late. 

“It’ll be okay Vash,” Milly said, coming up next to him on her horse, “I’m sure they just overslept. Meryl said they hadn’t been sleeping lately.” 

“Maybe, Milly. I’m sure they’ll be okay.” 

“You can always write a letter when we get there.” Wolfwood chimed in.

Vash was going to write you a letter everyday, even if you didn’t want them. He would pour his heart and soul and dedication into all of them. He loved you and even if he died in this stupid war, he was going to make sure you knew that.

***

When the first letter from Vash comes, you crumple it and throw it away, only to dig it out of the trash and cry immediately after. Vash was a bastard and you wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being, but you couldn’t. 

You didn’t write back. Even after letter after letter came and didn’t stop. It felt a little foolish, giving him this silent treatment, but the heartbreak you felt wasn’t foolish, it was real and it still hurt, even if it was coming up on a year since Vash had left. 

When the 365th letter had come, you finally wrote back. You missed him more than you were angry at him, and it was slowly killing you to watch the pile of letters grow, unopened but weathered. 

A letter doesn’t get sent back.

You’re not angry, you figured this might be a possibility. He has a right to be just as angry as you were, and you would not deny him that. You would never deny him anything. 

When months pass by with no letter from Vash, you begin to fear the worst. The best case scenario is that he’s alive and angry with you, but the worst ones always have him dead on a battlefield, covered in blood. It scares you the most, losing him like that, where his last thoughts of you are of you being angry at him. You were such a fool, being so selfish when he has only ever thought of what’s best for you, even when he told you he wouldn’t go with you, it was for you.

There’s a knock on your chamber door and you tell whoever it is to come in, not turning from your spot by the window. 

“If I’d have known I would get this warm reception, I would’ve come back home sooner.” The familiar voice dripping with sarcasm.

You whirled around in your chair with a gasp, tears welling up in your eyes. It was Vash. 

You stood up from your seat and pulled him into a hug, burying your sobs into his neck. “I thought you were dead, or worse.” 

“Not dead, but not entirely back in one piece like you’d prefer.” 

It was then you noticed that he was missing an arm and you gasped. “Oh Vash….” 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m alive, aren’t I?” 

“I’m so sorry…” 

He shook his head. “I’m not. Like I told you. A million armies to come home to you.” 

“They won’t let you be my guard anymore. I can’t let them take you away from me again. I just got you back. I won’t let them.”

He put his hand on your face. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to run away? Well, then let’s run away.”

“Are you sure?” 

Vash sat on your bed, pulling you down next to him. “When I was out there, I did a lot of thinking, especially when I was in the makeshift clinic. You are where I’m safest, my home. And I realised that I want to marry you, I want to be with you, and we can’t do that here.” 

You hugged him, knocking him onto the bed with the force of it and he laughed. “So, you’re not angry with me anymore?” 

You wiped the tears from your eyes. “When you didn’t reply to my letter, I feared the worst and I couldn’t bear the thought of your last memory of me being anger.” 

“Well, I did think I was going to die, but my last thought of you was about how happy you make me, how I finally got to hold you in my arms after so many years of wishing I could.”

“You’re the most important person in the world to me. So, let’s do it. Let’s run, right now.” 

“In the middle of the day? We’d get caught, especially you, you’re the second in line and you stick out like a peacock in the middle of a flock of pigeons.” 

“Tonight then?” 

His hand gripped yours. “Tonight. I can borrow clothes from Meryl or Wolfwood if I have to, you could even wear some of mine. I’ll leave them by your door later.”

“You sound pleased at the notion of me in your clothes.” 

“Of course. I think you’d look lovely in them.”

You rolled your eyes, but frowned. “I have to say goodbye to Meryl before we leave, she’s been a good friend to me lately, I can’t bear to leave her without a proper farewell.” 

“She won’t turn us in?” 

You thought of Meryl’s own relationship with her knight, Milly, and shook your head. “No, I think she’ll be happy for us.” 

Vash nodded. “Alright then, I’ll see you tonight, in the gardens. 

“By our chess table.” 

He rushed out the door and when the door slammed shut, you picked up the most boring bag you owned and began to pack.

***

The night was clear and crisp, Vash could see his breath appear in little clouds before him. He was glad the two of you were running on a night as pretty as this. 

You showed up a few moments later, the pants Meryl’s but the shirt was his, a cloak wrapped around you. 

“Did you see Meryl?” He asked, taking your hand in his. 

“Yes, she said she wouldn’t tell anyone she saw us and wished us luck. She also gave me this to give to you.” You pulled out the letter he had given the woman in case he hadn’t made it back to you. He let go of your hand to shove it in his pocket. 

“Now, we can’t go out the front gate, but we can’t climb the wall. What do we do?” 

You grinned, pulling him along with you until you stopped in front of an old iron wrought gate. “It’s basically abandoned, no one comes back here anymore. I found it when I was little.” 

“Does it still open?” 

Nodding, you let go of his hand and pulled the handle. The gate opened with a loud creak and you quickly ushered him through so you could close it. 

And then you were free, almost. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. “All we have to do is make it to the edge of the kingdom. It’s a few days of a walk, but Wolfwood will be waiting with a horse. The rest is up to us.” 

You pulled him into a kiss, your nose cold as it accidentally bumped his own. “I’m thinking somewhere with lots of people, but not in town.” 

He put his arm around you and pulled you in close. “So, a little cottage just outside of town?” 

“With a dog and a cat. And our horse, of course.” 

He snickered. “You rhymed.” 

You rolled your eyes, giving him another quick kiss before pulling away. “We’re not out of the woods yet.” 

“Then let’s go.” 

***

It took a week to get to the edge of the kingdom, where Wolfwood was waiting. 

He handed the reins to Vash and then bowed to you. “Highness.” 

You shook your head and wrinkled your nose. “No, not anymore. And no bowing, either.” 

The knight grinned. “That an order?” 

You rolled your eyes and got on the horse, Vash following. 

“I’ll write to you when we’re safe.” Vash told him, a grin on his face. 

“You’d better, or I’ll come kick your ass.” 

“You won’t even know where we are.” 

Wolfwood rolled his eyes. “Then I’ll knock on every door until I find yours.”

As you and Vash rode off into the forest, no longer within your kingdom’s territory, you turned and watched as Wolfwood disappeared into the distance, and with it, the only life you had ever known.

Your hands tightened around Vash as you buried your face into his back to stop the oncoming tears. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft and kind, full of concern.

You sniffed, embarrassed. “I know it was my choice to leave, but it hurts. I thought it’d be easier, that's all.”

“If you want to cry, I promise to pretend not to hear.” 

You let out a laugh that was thick with tears. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, we’ll get through this together, okay?” 

You nodded. “Together.” 

You stared out into the forest ahead of you, the trees so much like the ones back home but so different at the same time, holding promises of a new future where you wouldn’t feel ignored, where you were more than royalty. Where Vash remained at your side even when you didn’t have any jewels or a crown.

***

You and Vash decide to stay just outside a bustling town that’s right by the sea, in a cottage that you buy for almost nothing. And it is far, far away from home, where no one will ever find you. 

Vash laments not being able to carry you inside, but you silence him with a kiss, insisting that it doesn’t matter, now that you’re with him and that everything is perfect. 

Vash peeks at your empty left ring finger and thinks that there’s one more thing that would make a perfect start to your brand new life. So, early one morning, before you wake up, he heads into the already energetic town to shop for a ring. 

The owner greets him happily, using the fake name he had given the first day the two of you had arrived and offers his assistance. 

“Well, I need an engagement ring. Something to give someone that gave me everything even when I had nothing to offer.” 

“Pretty hefty guidelines there, but I’ve got a few for you, being a seaside town and all, a lot of our rings have pearls, is that alright?” 

He grinned. “That’s perfect.” 

Vash spends a little longer in town, picking up groceries and something else for you, just because he sees it and thinks of you. 

When he gets back home, you’re at the stove, cooking. He goes up behind you and presses kisses on your neck, making you laugh. 

“Went shopping, did you?” You ask, turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“I got you something. Close your eyes.” 

“I can’t, I’ll burn the eggs.” 

“It’ll be one second.” 

You roll your eyes but comply and Vash presses the gift in your hand, the ring tucked safely in his pocket for later.

You gasp when you  gaze at the gift. A small music box in pale blue. “Oh Vash….it’s gorgeous.” 

“I saw one like it in your room back….well, I know it won’t replace the one you left behind, but I had to try.”

“I love it, I love you.” You kissed him again and again and again. Until the smell of burning made the both of you jump back in surprise, causing you to dump the pan in the sink, dousing it with water while he turned off the stove. 

“I knew I should’ve listened to Meryl when she talked about cooking.” You told him with a sigh. 

He put his arm around your waist and pulled you in close. “It was my fault that time, so don’t feel bad sweetheart.” 

You kissed his nose. “Well, I hope you’re not hungry.” 

The ring was burning a hole in his pocket, but he decided to wait until tonight, for the perfect moment.

***

The dining room is lit only by candlelight as you come back into the house from putting the horse away for the night and the smell of dinner wafting from inside, making your stomach growl. 

“You did all of this while I was out?” You asked, toeing your shoes off by the door and heading deeper into the house. 

“It was simple, but I wanted to do something for you.” 

You sighed and shook your head. “You do enough, Vash.” 

He kissed your cheek. “It’ll never be enough. You’re the love of my life, and I’m going to spend my entire life trying to show you that.” 

“Vash, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’ve already given me everything.” 

He shook his head. “I’m trying to propose to you, but it’s not going like I wanted it to.” 

Vash reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, inside was a ring, dainty in size, but gorgeous all the same.

A thin gold band and a cluster of tiny diamonds surrounding a pearl. 

“This is gorgeous…. I don’t know what to say.” 

He laughed nervously. “I’m hoping you’ll say yes.” 

You kissed him deeply and he slid the ring onto your finger. It was almost hard to believe you would get something like this in life, that you and Vash weren’t doomed. 

“So,” he said between kisses, “is this a yes?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. And I know just the way to celebrate.”

You took him by the hand and led him into your bedroom. 

***

The ring on your finger glinted in the morning sun as Vash woke up with a stretch, your bare skin covered by the less than luxurious sheets, but you had a content smile on your face as you slept. 

He thought back to all those months ago, when you were royalty and he was your knight, when the both of you thought that’s all your relationship would ever be, kisses in corners and hands held under the chess table. Now you’re both here, where no one knows who you are and where the two of you can be together until you’re old and grey and he can’t get out of bed without throwing his back out. The thought makes him laugh, and you stir awake. 

You grin sleepily at him. “Morning.” 

He grins back. “Morning.” 

“Are you watching me sleep?” 

“Your snoring woke me up, actually.” 

You roll your eyes and smack him playfully. “Bully.” 

He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Vash always thought that when he looked at you, he saw his future. And he was right.

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[helios-writings]

Kind Stranger

Vash x gn!Reader

wc: 1.2k

notes: general fluff, kissing, sharing a bed.

After getting lost on your way to a new town, you get directions from a kind stranger.

The desert was hot and windy, but you endured it as you made your way to your next destination, wherever that was. You looked closer at the map, but couldn’t make sense of the direction you were headed in, which meant that you were lost. 

You groaned and shoved the map back into your pocket, getting ready to turn back the way you came when someone tapped you on the shoulder. “Um, excuse me?” 

You shrieked in surprise, nearly falling over in your hurry to back away from the stranger., but he made no move to harm you. 

His face was red and his green eyes were wide. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I just wanted to offer you my help.”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to sneak up on someone?” 

“Maybe, maybe not. You seemed lost, so I came over to help.”

You sighed heavily. “I’m trying to find the nearest town, any idea where it is?” 

The man thought for a moment and then pointed opposite of where you were facing. “About five miles that way.”

You grinned. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Are you headed that way too?” 

He shook his head. “Heading the way you came, I hear the townsfolk are real friendly!” 

“Well, I hope we run into each other again someday.” 

He smiled. “Me too. You take care now, y’hear?” 

You watched him walk away until he disappeared into the sandy hills, but it wasn’t until his red coat was swallowed up by the desert that you realized you hadn’t asked for his name. 

***

It was a few weeks before you saw your kind stranger again, but he never strayed far from your thoughts. Who was he? Most people would’ve left you to die by the desert’s hand or robbed you, but he didn’t do any of that. You wondered if you would be able to return the favor one day. 

Right at this exact moment, however, you were lost again and you wondered why you became a traveler if you were going to end up in this position so often. 

“Dad was right,” you mutter to yourself, “if the sand doesn’t kill me, something else will.” 

“Lost again, I take it?” Asked a familiar voice from your left. 

You turned and grinned. “Hey stranger, heading my way?” 

“And which way is your way?” 

“I’m supposed to be headed towards May, but I can’t find it on my map.” 

“Can I see that?” He questioned, green eyes eyeballing the map in your hand. 

“If you can make more sense of it than me, sure.” You handed him the aged piece of paper. 

“Well, you’ve got it upside down.” 

Your eyes widened and you snatched it back from him. “No way. That’s so embarrassing! My folks were right, I’m going to die.” 

He put a hand on your shoulder, in a comforting and gentle way, but his touch felt scorching. “Hey, don’t say that. Who listens to their parents, anyways?”

You sniffed. “I did, until I left home two months ago, but you don’t need to listen to me cry. We don’t even know each other.” 

His hand left your shoulder and entered your own as he shook it. “Vash. Now we know each other and you can cry all you want.” 

You laughed, and then looked at the sky darkening above you. “Wish I could, but if I want to reach May before nightfall, I’d better get a move on.” 

Vash grinned at you. “Destined to go opposite ways, are we? I’ll see you next time.” 

As the two of you went your separate ways, you felt his hand in yours and saw his smile in your mind when you closed your eyes. You hoped to see him again. 

***

You don’t meet kind Vash on the road the next time you see him. In fact, you could say you don’t see him. 

You run into someone as you both try to enter the inn at the same time, butting heads hard enough to make you wince. 

“Ah jeez,” comes a voice you know well, “I’m so sorry.” 

“Well, if it isn’t Vash, my personal navigator.” 

He beams when he realizes it’s you. “It’s you! I knew our paths would cross again soon.” 

“And we’re in the same place; a miracle in itself.” 

The two of you walk up to the front desk, chatting as you do so. 

The innkeep frowns as you approach. “I sure hope you two aren’t looking for a room; we’ve only got one left.” 

Quicker than Vash can react, you take his hand and put on a lovesick. “My husband and I are on our honeymoon, so one room won’t be an issue for us, right dear?” 

He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, sweetheart.”  

The man frowns but hands you the key. “Well, enjoy your stay.” 

You snicker as soon as you're out of earshot and turn to Vash. “Well, dear husband, let’s go get some rest.” 

He frowns. “You sure you want to share a room with a stranger?”

You rolled your eyes. “You helped me out when you didn’t know me, think of this as me saying thank you.” 

“That was a little different.” 

“Just share the room with me, Vash.” 

He smiles, a little shocked. “You got it.” 

The room in question is a little dusty, and there's a vase of fake flowers on a nightstand that have been there for so long, the colors have faded to gray, and right in the middle of it all is a king sized bed covered in orange bedding. It’s so ugly it makes you snort.

“Nice honeymoon location.” Vash jokes, standing awkwardly to one side.

“Better than sleeping out in the desert.” You tell him, shucking off your jacket and tossing it aside.

“You’re right about that.” He’s still standing stark still, even as you climb into bed. 

“Vash, it’s fine. Just get in bed and sleep.” 

He flushes. “Oh right!” 

Vash takes off his own jacket, which covers a long sleeve black shirt, and clambers into the bed, facing you. 

Your noses are touching. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You tease. 

“I should tell you something.” He whispers, breath fanning your face. 

“Is this where you tell me you’re a wanted man? Because I knew that ages ago.” 

His eyes widened. “You knew? And you didn’t care?” 

“Of course I knew, there’s only one man named Vash that fits your description. And, as for being scared of you; well, you didn’t seem so evil back in the desert when you helped me.” 

The Humanoid Typhoon kisses you roughly, startling you so bad you nearly fall out of the bed. You both sit up and one of his hands circles around to your back, pulling you as close as he can without making you sit on top of him. You kiss back with the same fervor, remembering the heat from his hand on your shoulder and needing it all over your body if he would let you. 

Vash opens his eyes (so, so green, like nothing you’ve ever seen before) and he pulls away, embarrassed. “Guess I should’ve asked first, sorry.” 

You pull him in and place your forehead against his own. “Believe me, I could’ve stopped you if I wanted to; wanted man or not.” 

He laughs. “I believe you.” 

And he pulls you into another kiss. 

The next morning. When you ask him what direction he’s heading in, he just grins and says: “whatever direction you're headed in.” 

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[helios-writings]

Knight! Vash on the brain tn…..

#alec blabs #smth abt a knight being soooo in love w the person he needs to protect #and ofc vash not wanting to ask anything of them #Character☀️: Vash the Stampede #Fandom☀️: Trigun

[helios-writings]

If millions knives has one hater its me except the hate can very easily be turned into love

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