🌸Trigun fics recommendations🌸
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Dropping the fics I’ve read so far in my free time with summary and all that :) [in no specific order] oh and these are almost all Vashwood so brace yourself for that. I did put a warning in my description
‼️Be aware that most of these take place in Trimax so spoilers are a given‼️ it’s up to you to read the tags to have a better idea of its contents im just here to provide the list 🫡
1. “Falling stars” by Dozycerberus
“When a set of twins are found wandering the desert without any family in sight, Hopeland Orphanage is the only logical place they would end up.”
One of my personal favorites! If not my favorite. All I have for this one is praises.
2. “Love and it’s decisive pain (sunlight)” by FlowerCitti
“He hears a rumbling laugh, like the wisps of cigarette smoke and the crack of the first shot in a gunfight, like the pleasant sting of whiskey in his throat— “I take it that he was looking for you, huh?” A voice rasps from behind him, and everything in Vash feels like it comes to a halt. He knows that voice.”
Reincarnation fic (you will see a lot of these) that I willingly let destroy me. You will also see lots of Flower’s works here, they are great at hurt/comfort trust me.
3. “Donuts are one way to the heart, the other one is with a knife” by Dezace
Another favorite author of mine that you will see more works of on this list.
Vashwood antics, them being sweet and a angst sprinkled here and there.
This is actually a collection of works that I definitely could list individually but this list is way too long for that— so, feel free to check it out! How vague I know OAJSKW
4. “Tell me why your hands are cold (show me how)” by desertblooms
“Wolfwood eases him back down into the bed. Runs a hand through his own hair, digging his nails in just to feel the burn because he’s seriously starting to think he’s bitten off more than he can chew. “You idiot,” he breathes into the open air, “I’m goin’ to kill you when you wake up.” If the sickness doesn’t get to him first. But that thought goes unspoken.”
Sick fic you know how it is. “I need you” absolutely life changing.
5. “Forgive me father for I have sinned-Wolfwood (P.S. He isn’t sorry at all)” by Dezace
““I want to fuck a priest.”
“A good one?”
"Yes."
“I understand.”
“Good, good.” (Or: Vash and Wolfwood are fucking thirsty for each other and everyone suffers(Except Meryl, she has popcorn ready))”
Crack fic! Because it’s needed after you’re drenched in angst. I know what you read. You’ll appreciate a cackle or two.
6. “Bendición ” by varilien
“Having been dating for as long as they have, Wolfwood's known that it was only a matter of time before Vash popped the "do you want to meet my mom?" question, although admittedly he was hoping he could put it off a little longer.”
Modern setting in where Wolfwood meets Rem (she’s alive so that’s always a plus), and it’s so sweet and it’s pure fluff. That’s all.
7. “Bag of bones” by chaiku
“Not only was he fucked up physically, but he fucked up in front of Vash of all people. He was the last person in the world that Wolfwood wanted to see him like that: broken and helpless. And now he would also need to explain it all…His head hurt just from thinking about it.”
Wolfwood being vulnerable. That’s all I’m gonna say to hook you in.
8. “Who’s to say I don’t hold everything in my hands?” by Dezace
“Wolfwood likes to try and figure out Vash the Stampede whenever he had the chance. Traveling with him gives some insight into the man behind the bounty. He doesn't mind what he finds.”
Vash being the smarty pants he is! I love to see it. It’s so lovely I adore it.
9. “To the white of your eye” by Dezace
“Vash doesn't only have scars across his body. Wolfwood finds out and nothing changes.”
Face scar Vash is on.the.table. You’ll notice a trend in Dezace’s work of how WW is down bad for Vash no matter what and honestly I can relate to that heavily, we all love Vash.
10. “Hold my body down” by The_IPRE
“You're dead.” Vash's eyes are shiny behind the glasses, unshed tears barely held back. “We waited! We tried to bring you back! I kept them from burying you for as long as I could but you were dead!” Wolfwood lets himself follow the pull on his shirt, leans into Vash’s space to rest their foreheads together. “Guess I’m pretty hard to get rid of, huh?”
So basically, WW is all casual about coming back from being “dead” and Vash isn’t. Hurt/comfort mhm.
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dearly detested ; howl jenkins-pendragon x reader
have i ever written enemies to lovers before? no. wait actually this is more rivals to lovers oops. also canon divergence i think. mix of the book + movie. female reader is implied but i use they/them pronouns.
also michael = markl. michael is howl’s apprentice, and is like…15. he’s just the book version of markl. (and also i like him way more than markl lmao).
rivals to lovers > enemies to lovers. there i said it.
hmm. it appears that the man upstairs gave me the ability to write angst. there’s some hurt/comfort mixed in there.
tw; blood, howl is a lot crueler i think, slight gore?, howl kinda kidnaps reader but they could leave if they wanted, non-sexual nudity, howl and the reader definitely have history, y/n is emotionally constipated, they take a bath together, you can cut the tension with a knife.
there was not one person you hated more in the entirety of ingary. everything about howl made you see red. every time his name crossed your ears, you bit back with doglike rage.
there was a time not too long ago where you felt differently, perhaps with even the slightest crush on the young wizard. but that was years ago, when you were still a student. now you were a full-fledged witch who saw through howl’s trickery. how could any respectable user of magic be such a dirty coward?
you sighed, the black masses fizzling away after leaving you bloodied. the witch of the waste was still on the prowl, and as sanctioned by the king, you were expected to rid of her. your dearly hated howl, however; was tasked with finding the king’s brother, prince justin.
his victory would surely trump your own, which of course angered you like nothing else. everyone would forget about the witch of the waste once the prince was found. so you decided to take your time with your contract. but now that you were rendered almost defenseless in the valley of the waste, the familiar puffing of the castle was once again something that stirred nostalgia and not hatred.
you lumbered closer to the castle, clutching your wounded side. the huge hunk of metal chugged closer to you, though you were sure that was coincidence. howl most certainly was not home. if he was, you would’ve ran back up into the waste.
you slung yourself at the back door, shoving it open with your shoulder. howl’s apprentice stood there, wide-eyed with a half finished spell on the table in front of him.
“m-master pendragon isn’t here right now,” michael stuttered. his wide eyes blew wider when they reached the deep gash in your middle.
“good.” you responded harshly, heading for the shelves of ingredients. your plan was to make a quick salve to stave off infection, but the creaking of the door made you freeze.
“oh? and what did the cat bring in this time, michael?”
his voice sent a chill down your spine. you dropped the vial you were holding, the glass breaking on the floor.
“and what manner of rodent may you be, my dear?” your rigid body turned around to find the horrible blond grinning down at you. his fingers traced your side, your body flinching as he flicked your blood off of them. “my, my, y/n. what in ingary has the king been making you do?”
you scoffed at his false curiosity. “i suppose you wouldn’t know,” you spat. he was only concerned with himself. “how has your contract been going?”
howl chuckled, and you had half a mind to punch his lights out. bang up that pretty face of his. “almost as well as yours, by the looks of it,” he said.
howl folded his arms, raising a brow. you knew what he meant. why had you come here, of all places? he was well aware of your loathing of him.
“it was close. i was sure you weren’t home.”
“so it was your intention to steal from me and then leave? calcifer would have told me everything,” he smirked. you narrowed your eyes.
“of course. but would you have sought me out? made me pay for whatever i had taken?”
howl’s face was stern, but you’d won. as you stared into his cold eyes, they finally darted away. you stopped the grin that pulled at your lips. howl turned to face the fireplace.
“prepare a hot bath. and lock the doors, calcifer. we can’t have our rat escaping just yet.” your heart dropped. “it appears they’re injured,” he sang, running a hand down your side. this time he didn’t bother flicking the blood off his fingers.
“i wouldn’t call them a rat, howl,” calcifer bit back before flaring up and doing his assigned tasks.
howl shoved your cloak off your shoulders. “michael, wash that for me. and you,” he turned and faced you, “accompany me to the bathroom, would you?”
you followed howl up the stairs, watching as his bloody hand trailed up the banister. he held open the bathroom door and steam fell out in thick tufts. “after you, my dear.”
you scowled. you stepped in, sitting atop the toilet seat. “so now what? going to watch me bathe, jenkins?”
“it’s nothing foreign, love,” he breathed, tipping salts into the bath water. “i’d rather not have poor michael be forced to supervise you.”
howl shrugged off his overcoat, letting it fall to the floor. he stretched his arms over his head, shoulders popping. he was left in a loose white shirt.
“i suppose you’re right, howl,” you sighed, finally giving in. “now, am i right in assuming that you have no intention of letting me leave until i heal?”
“would it please you if i said you are indeed correct in your assumption?”
you let a dry chuckle escape your pursed lips. your eye wandered, seeing all of howl’s beauty products. how many women had he charmed using these? immediately the homely aura returned to one of forced intimacy.
“of course it would,” you sang bitterly. howl laughed as he kneeled down to untie your bootlace.
“don’t play like that, my dear. i’m well aware of your…complicated feelings towards me.”
“what about them do you find complicated, oh great wizard of ingary?” you teased. however no amusement was in it, and none was found in his annoyance at the title you’d given him.
“i realize that i am a coward, there’s no reason to rub it in, dear,” his voice came out strained, and his eyes were shifting around.
you hummed. “i’m glad you’re self aware, howl. perhaps that fact brings you up a notch.”
“do you want my help or not, y/n?” he snapped. “or are you just here to berate me?”
you froze. he’d scared you many times before, but never once had howl jenkins ever raised his voice at you.
“i- howl, i didn’t mean it like that,” you sighed.
“of course you didn’t,” he sang, mocking you. his focus returned to your boots, swiftly pulling them off along with your stockings. the look in his eyes was distant. his hands edged towards your bloody blouse. “with your permission, my dear.”
“you know my answer, howl.” he seemed to lighten up at that. he did know the answer, which would always be yes.
soon your blouse was discarded on the floor along with your boots and trousers. you dabbed at your wound with a cloth howl had handed you.
“be grateful this gash wasn’t so deep that you needed stitches. i can fix this with magic.”
“go ahead,” you replied. howl’s hand moved to cusp your side, the warmth being replaced with the hot sensation of magic.
“this’ll leave a nasty scar, my dear,” howl said. but you weren’t paying any attention to him. your eyes focused on the thin flesh of his lips, pink and barely there. “though it doesn’t seem like you mind much.” his other hand grabbed your waist, pulling you atop him.
“i miss you, howl. every day,” you whimpered, burying yourself in his shoulder.
“then stay here. masking your longing with anger must be tiring.”
“i…can’t. not after how i’ve treated you,” you whispered.
“my dear, i know you only said those things to cope. it was the only way you knew how.”
the burning in your eyes ceased when you finally let your tears flow onto howl’s shoulder. he flinched when he felt your body quiver against him.
“howl,” your shaky voice barely audible as you gripped at the blond’s back. “i-”
“shhh. i know, my love. relax yourself.”
the two of you spent the next hour in the tub together, simply enjoying one another. howl calmed your shaky breaths, and made you feel like the only one in the world. you missed this. you missed him.
howl magicked up sleepwear, dressing himself and leaving you to sift through the pile of overzealous fabric until you found something suitable. you end up in something a tad too large for your figure, but you don’t mind. the softness of the silk garment is enough to make you even sleepier than before.
“howl?”
“yes, my dear, i know you’re tired. but please, let me speak for a moment?” he breathed, his blond hair brushing against your forehead. you respond with a sighed yes, and howl pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“never stray away from me again, my dear. it’s not good to keep things like this pent up for so long.”
your hands grasp at his back, and his lips make contact with your own. “i know, howl.”
howl’s lips parted in a kind smile, and he let out a small chuckle. he pressed his forehead against yours. “i love you, my dear.”
you answered him with a kiss on the lips. i love you too.
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helllo could you recommend some jihoon fics/series please!!
I still think I am the worst person to rec fics I literally don’t know what I’m doing but here we go again:
Also, side note, I really don’t reach much fanfiction (I’m gonna change that this summer!) and these are all stories I read ages ago and just refound by looking at my fic reblog account
Unlucky Charm by @daybreakx
This is such a cute story and I love magic au’s🫠 and I love Ale’s stories
My Heart Has Gone To You by @rubyreduji
This is such a GOOD Jihoon series. I was so invested during the release of this and I just love y/n and Jihoon in this story (even though they drove me cray) Also, you could literally check out all of JJ’s stories because again JJ never misses
To The Person I’ve Never Loved Before by @chilligyu
Who doesn’t love best friends to lovers? Do I need to say more?
[11:04am] by @thru-the-grapevine
Live, laugh, love timestamps
Lowkey - Niki (?) by @97-liners it’s a story by 97-liners, like??? What else do I need to say
Memento by @dalgonachan
I am sucker for like… simple Jihoon fics. Just cute little fluff stories make me want to melt
Reconciliation in a bookstore by @nochanchu
I don’t remember this story but in my reblog I loveddd it, exes??
Vultures by @puppetwritings
Sadsadsadsad
Just An Excuse Away by @peachwritestrash
Friends to lovers woozi smut 🫠
Love Talk by @wwounu
A love letter Jihoon story- tell me something better? You can’t.
Hide and Seek by @craby-bouquet
THIS story. My favorite Jihoon story to date. Unfinished??? I think and yet I still hold out every day for it to be finished. Side note: This entire series is criminally underrated.
Hydrangea by @woogyu
I relate to nothing more than insomnia and painter Jihoon?? I love 🫠
Oh We’re in Love Aren’t We by @svt13roses
I think this is also an unfinished Woozi series but do I care? No, it’s so good
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