#they bury vash in the ground

[lesbian-space-fish]

or the one.

#may i offer you some tragic spirk flavored mashwood in these trying times? #so heres how it goes #vash is using up all his plant energy to save some lives #they have a nice little funeral for him #in lieu of bagpipes mr hornfreak plays amazing grace on the saxaphone #they bury vash in the ground #a little while later some leaves sprout from that exact same place #little while later than that vash is reborn like a fuckin cabbage patch kid #he quickly grows back to adulthood but he remembers nothing of his past life #then chronica comes and picks up vash and meryl and wolfwood on her spaceship to yeet them back in time to earth to get some whales #why do they need whales on a sand planet? not important #what is important is that vash gets his memory back and everyone lives hea the end #trigun #my art #trigun maximum #trimax #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #mashwood #vashmeryl #vashwood #merylwood #vashmerylwood

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Why We Never See Elendira's Story

In a story that emphasizes the human or otherwise sympathetic aspects to its focal characters, it’s very intriguing that Elendira remains an enigma right up until the very end of her story.

We receive some tantalizing hints that there is much, much more to Elendira than what we’re explicitly shown – asides from her apparent sole interest in witnessing the end of the world (to which she'd prefer to see Knives' chosen ending, but is prepared to act herself if he fails), she looks somewhat resigned when saying that nice men “die so easily”, that no matter what Vash does, humans will “ruin it”, and so on and so forth.

[ID: Two screenshots from Trigun Maximum Volume 11. In the first, over a rocky ground, Elendira says "I liked you better when you had nothing to lose. What a shame." She looks down, somewhat resigned, and continues "I don't like nice men. They die so easily." In the second, she stands, frowning and saying "No matter what Vash the Stampede does... there will always be those..." On a close up of her right eye, she says "...who ruin it." End ID.]

Elendira seems to have little to no faith in humanity, and in that sense, she seems a lot like Knives. Knives, who aims to become more and more powerful, and in the process, severing all meaningful ties he has with others on his quest to ensure no one can take advantage of him or use him. We know, of course, that Knives doesn't quite succeed here... but Elendira has. She is the peak of human (or part human? We never get an answer to her unexplained abilities) capability in speed, skill, and strength. The only reason Livio stood any chance in that fight was due to his incredible regeneration.

(As an interesting aside, she also has an interesting commonality with Vash - what comes to mind is her telling the kids to bury Livio because he "died" trying to protect them. Why does she care about that? Why does it matter? None of the other GHGs do this. This is not important to the point I'm making here but it's just interesting to me. There's very few characters who explicitly make a point of burying the dead.)

The point being, Elendira is the height of strength... and at the top, she is alone.

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 13. Elendira is in the action of dropping her white coat, which she has taken off to reveal an underarmour suit that is almost skeletal in appearance. She looks confident. End ID.]

In a story where characters' motives and pasts are told through their connections with others, through their memories with people they cared for, and through the eyes of the people who care for them...

Vash's story is eventually told in pieces to humanity through Meryl, through Luida, and through his sisters. Rem survives in Vash's memories, and we see the part of her story that young Vash saw, just as we also see his own past from this recollection of her.

Milly is a clarifier and communicator who sees so strongly the sides of Meryl and Vash that they suppress, all that grief and fear, for the sake of remaining steadfast. She is the one whose eyes we see through. It had to be seen to be told. Wolfwood does this too.

The rest of GHGs get some elaboration also. Hoppered is defined through his loss of the woman he cared for in July. Midvalley is defined by his fear and contention with Knives. They also have a dynamic between them that few of the other GHGs shared - and it's likely for this reason we received more elaboration on the two of them than many of the others. But even characters like Rai-Dei, for whom we don't get very much at all, has at least his sunk-cost fallacy explained through the memories of the people he's killed to get to that point.

Chronica's story, though largely removed from the people of No Man's Land, is given definition and stakes through the loss of Domina, and we are told about her incredible determination and strategy she has through her reputation with the Earth fleet.

Legato, desperate to play a singularly important role in Knives' story, tells his own through that lens and that lens only. The moment his life changed was the moment Knives entered it, and that is likely the most important memory to him - Knives is the only meaningful bond he has (sadly for him, this was not reciprocated). Well, an argument can be made for the contentious dynamic he builds with Vash too.

Even Knives, for all that he tried to separate himself from others, is known and seen through his connection with Vash - and his acceptance and unwillingness to fully lose this connection is not only what eventually saves him, but also the reason we, as the audience, know his story so well.

We see characters' stories in Trigun mainly through the bonds they share with others - never the whole story, but the sides that others knew of them.

So, who does Elendira have? Every interaction she has is shallow, dismissive, and exceedingly temporary. Through her dislike of Legato, we get that she may be somewhat bitter about his important status to Knives... but there is no elaboration, because it goes no further than that. Knives calls her directly on the phone, and she is very invested in his vision for the end of the world and intrigued by him... but it goes no further than that. He does not really seem to care about her beyond her effectiveness, and she does not offer any information about herself. Even her allegiance is kind of flimsy. She's only there because she wants to be.

During their final fight, Wolfwood lives on through Livio, through his actions and resolve. It is the teamwork between him and Razlo, in the spirit of Wolfwood, that eventually overpowers Elendira. Amusingly (at least to me), Livio is quite literally never alone, because he always has Razlo - and now, Wolfwood too.

"Yer too strong... and that's why yer gonna lose."

[ID: A screenshot from Trigun Maximum Volume 13. Livio narrates over a shot of his eye, Razlo's eye, and finally, his whole face, with Wolfwood's final vial of serum between his teeth. "...to me... to Razlo... and to him." End ID.]

Elendira has succeeded in separating herself from everyone – she is the most powerful of the GHG, and every battle with her is basically one-sided – but she’s alone, and that’s not only why she loses… it’s also why we never get to know her in any meaningful way.

Because no one knows her. She has no personal connection with anyone. Her motivations never get any clarity. We don’t even know who did her modifications or how she gained her power. Even if she did have someone she cared for in the past, she apparently does not hold onto their memory. And maybe that's the reason she told the kids to bury Livio - not out of respect, but because to her, that is where the past belongs - dead and buried, soon to be joined by the rest of the world and humanity as it all comes to an end.

We never see Elendira’s story… because there is no one from whose eyes we can see it in any capacity.

#storyrambles #just my two cents lmao i'm sure there are far simpler explanations such as 'the author just didn't write it out' hdfbvdsh #but i like this one thematically #elendira is so cool. she's one of my favourites fr #trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #elendira the crimsonnail #trigun meta #call me ace detective the way i am ace. and also a detective. #can i get all my analyses done before october ends? let's find out! (aaaaaa)

[triplesilverstar]

That's one way to rumble in the Badlands

Your heart still felt like it was burning inside your chest, when you closed your eyes you could still see it. Looking up through that glass from the backseat with Wolfwood as the bullet hit Vash, the look of shock and confusion on his face. Someone screamed as Vash fell from the vehicle, later Wolfwood had told you it had been you screaming. Watching as if in slow motion as one of your lovers fell to the ground between the two moving vehicles. 

Screaming at Wolfwood to turn around and back towards where his body was bouncing on the hard packed sand. The second you were at the sinkhole, Wolfwood was running, tying the rope around his waist before diving in after Vash. You’d grabbed the other end of the rope, hurrying back to the vehicle and tying it off. Reaching the edge of the hole to watch as Wolfwood lifted something from the sand, held tight in his grasp. Vash’s sunglasses. 

Wolfwood had grabbed you as you tried to dive in, screaming how Vash had to be alright, but Wolfwood wasn’t going to relent. Grip tight as he kept you held to his chest until you were done fighting, slumping down against his chest not caring that the young redhead was watching your breakdown. 

The last two days had been nothing but a shit show, from the moment Vash had seen that young woman on the sand steamer. A quick whisper to you how he needed to deal with something, a kiss to your forehead that no one but the two of you saw. Then last night, he’d met you in the hotel and once in the room, he’d fucked you senseless before whispering. “I love you, but I need to deal with a die I cast a long time ago. I’ll see you in the morning, Mayfly.” Getting dressed and leaving you behind in the cooling sheets. 

That morning had been this morning, and what a morning from the moment Gasback had shown up and Vash was… Well, Vash. Then Wolfwood had appeared shooting at both of you before suddenly stopping. Looking down at you while Vash scurried off “Hey, Sweetheart sorry it took me a while to catch up.” You’d proceeded to punch him in the leg. Fucking gunslinging priest.  

Now. Now you were alone in the room, arms wrapped around Vash’s bag face buried in the fabric near the top. Wolfwood had left you alone once you’d both gotten back to town, but he wasn’t far. You heard him dealing with his sorrow in his own way, beating up the furniture in the room next to yours. 

Later in the darkness, you’d heard him come back, a bottle of whiskey in hand and the punisher in the other, propping open the window and taking a seat beside it. “You should get some sleep.” You’d want to punch him, instead you’d listened moving and dropping onto the large bed. Fresh tears pouring from your eyes as you could smell Vash on the pillow. Remembering how he’d looked above you last night. 

When that redhead had shown up, Wolfwood offered up his services, holding a hand out asking if you wanted to come. Part of you wanted to stay and let your heart keep breaking, the other part wanted to go beat something to a bloody pulp. You let that part of you win. 

It had been fun, making your way up the opening in the rock formation and shooting everything out of the sky. You’d also gotten the chance to beat three of Gasback's men into a pulp. Feeling some of your anger start to cool. The man you wanted to beat though was just out of your reach, the whole time Gasback spoke all you saw was red. At least till a shot rang out, a familiar pistol appearing at the corner of your eye. 

And you saw red again when Vash burst out about his sweet Amelia fist flying and landing in his gut while Wolfwood asked for him to explain why he wasn't dead. “Gee Mayfly, I’m glad to see you too.” Doubled over and still pointing his pistol at Gasback. 

“I’ll take this outta your ass. Later.” Fuming beside Wolfwood you have to agree. Now is not the time for a lover's spat. 

“What, you’re not happy I’m alive?” Grinning while he holds his sunglasses, and yeah you are. But fuck if you aren’t pissed after mourning him all night. 

“Maybe I’ll beat your ass right now.” Grinding your teeth and trying to keep from exploding at the blond.

“That doesn’t sound like fun.” You’re certain you and Wolfwood are in the same boat right now, Vash is gonna pay later. And not in the way he thinks. 

“You let us think you were dead. Of course, we're fucking pissed off.” Things had moved on from there, and when you’d heard Gasback mention the die Vash cast it clicked into place. Even more so when Amelia spoke about her mother being Gasbacks’ wife. 

Now. Now the three of you were heading into your hotel room while the plant was being hooked back up in town. Wolfwood, the last one to enter, and when the door closed with a click all pretense of being a jovial dumbass slipped away. You didn’t get a chance to get a word in edgewise before Vash had you wrapped in his embrace, a hand in your hair tilting your head back and kissing you like a dying man. Or a man just back from the dead. “I didn’t mean to hurt you Mayfly.” Mumbled against your lips earnest in his apology. 

The sound of a smack ringing in the air as his head jolts forward “Seriously jackass. You left her balling her eyes out.” Grabbing a cigarette and dropping to sit in the chair while glaring at Vash. “Don’t scare us like that again.” 

“Says the man tha-” You don’t let Vash finish, sliding your hand over his lips to silence him. 

“It’s been a long day. Can’t we fight on the road later, ya know, like we usually do?” Letting your shoulders slump, feeling the exhaustion of thinking you’d lost Vash and had him back again sinking in. 

“Go shower needle-noggin. You aren’t getting in that bed with sand in your hair.” A grumble, but Vash relents after a quick kiss to your forehead. He starts to strip out of his clothes in the main room and leaves them in a pile. Once he’s in the bathroom, Wolfwood is putting his cigarette out and removing his shades. Tapping his thighs. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

As you slide into his lap, both of his arms pull you more onto him with one of his calloused hands tilting your head for a kiss. All you can taste is the ash and bitterness of his cigarette, moaning into the kiss as he deepens it. “We can get some payback if you want. It won’t be the same but we can make him watch and not let him join.” Nips and kisses along your jaw, and from the corner of your eye you can see Vash’s red coat. 

“I have a better idea” closing the distance and kissing Wolfwood once more, giving your hips a small roll. “If you’re up for it.” 

Skin clean and wrapping a towel around his waist Vash can hear groaning from the other room, his keen hearing picking up on the sound of slurping and it makes his cock twitch. Sighing he opens the door, well aware he’s probably going to be denied joining his lovers and getting to cum tonight. 

Swallowing hard as he moves into the room at the sight before him. Wolfwood is sitting in the chair still, hands tangled in your hair grunting and groaning clearly being sucked off. And you? You’re wearing his coat, on your knees between Wolfwood’s legs, humming and clearly enjoying yourself. 

Eyes narrowed in pleasure as Wolfwood looks at Vash, watching as the blond man swallows hard once more. A few beads of water collecting on his skin and running down along his scarred and patchwork skin. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” 

The husky growl in his voice is making your core throb, well aware Vash has reappeared but you keep sucking. One hand on Wolfwood’s thigh to help keep yourself balanced, the other pumping around his shaft in time to your bobbing. Taking Wolfwood’s length about halfway, humming around the hot flesh in your mouth.

You can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, pulling your lips to the tip before sliding down just enough to swirl your tongue around the head, playing with the slit. A low-pitched whine reaches your ears, aware it’s from Vash and you ignore it. “What’s the matter, Needle-noggin? It’s like you’ve never seen her sucking me off before.” You almost laugh around the cock in your mouth. Almost. Wolfwood’s delivery the perfect amount of bland disinterest and debaucherous.

Unable to see it, Vash is just opening and closing his mouth like a fish, still very much distracted by your smaller frame dwarfed by his coat. “Well. Aren’t you going to join us?” His gaze rising to meet Wolfwood’s eyes, which had not been what he had been expecting to hear. Stepping closer before a “tut, tut” reaches his ears, Wolfwood wagging a finger at him. “You should put some clothes on first.” 

Tilting his head like he’s so confused, Vash looks around the room, and the only article of clothing he can find is Wolfwood's suit jacket. He doesn’t even see his boots anywhere. “Ugh. Where are my clothes?” You’re far too occupied to answer him, and from the twitching of his cock and shuddering body Wolfwood is close to cuming. 

“Right there on the bed Needle-Noggin” hissing as Wolfwood tries to slow his breathing, the burning in his stomach almost too much. Knowing he needs to hold off a little bit longer before he can shoot his first load down your pretty throat.

“It’s your suit jac-” 

“Just put it on Needle-Noggin!” Voice snapping and using the hands tangled in your hair to pull you to the tip of his cock. You get the message that he’s trying to hold off, having been too invested in your bobbing and feeling your pussy starting to drip well aware your underwear was soaked to feel how close he was. 

Opening your eyes to look at Wolfwood and smile, a hand rubbing gently along the side of your head in return his touch tender. 

Vash with the suit jacket on and buttoned up, feels… awkward. He doesn’t mind being naked when it’s the three of you but this? This is different. The open chest of the jacket highlights the gouge along one of his pecs, a portion of the metal grating over his heart clearly visible. Most embarrassing of all? The way the bottom of the fabric was cut left his hard cock bobbing almost as if framed. 

“Damn Needle-Noggin, maybe you should wear my clothes more often.” As much as you want to turn and look at Vash you don’t, all part of the plan of seeming disinterested in your pretty blond man. 

“Very funny Wolfwood” voice despondent and he watches, part of him hurting that you’ve yet to acknowledge his returned presence. 

“I think you should get over here and put that cock to use Needle-Noggin, after all, you did break our pretty little lady's heart today.” A sign you’ve been waiting for, removing your lips from around Wolfwood’s cock with a loud pop.

“Vash~” breathless, and you don’t need to act for that to happen. “I feel so empty, Baby. Come fill me up.” Teasing as you give your hips a small wiggle before going back to sucking Wolfwood off. “Fuck” hissing after that Vash drops to his knees behind you, slapping your leather-covered ass and enjoying the moan you make before pushing the tails of his jacket away to reveal your ass. Groaning at the rest of the sight that greets him and his cock throbbing and twitching. He’d found his boots. Encasing your legs just up to your knees, the straps and laces are done up tight enough to keep them around your thinner legs. This close, Vash could also smell you, the fabric of your panties soaked hiding your slick core from him. Hooking his thumbs in the fabric and getting ready to pull them down. “Leave her underwear on” snaps from Wolfwood. Vash realizes this is a form of punishment for him, that he’s going to have to keep a hand on you and hold the fabric away from your core and his cock. Rolling his eyes he lets it go, pushing the wet fabric aside and sighing at the sight. So wet, your lower lips glisten in the dim light pouring into the room, dipping his head for a quick lick and humming at your taste before lining his cock up and pressing in. 

Moaning around Wolfwood’s cock as you feel Vash breach your entrance, slick enough that it’s an easy glide for him, his thick cock filling you so easily and a gentle stretch that leaves you panting. Eyes fluttering from the sensation, focus divided between feeling Vash thrusting into your pussy and taking more and more of Wolfwood into your mouth. Humming around Wolfwood, hand now playing with his balls, knowing he’s still close from earlier. 

“That’s it sweetheart” groaning and sweeping your hair from your face, feeling that same churning starting to build in his gut again. “Almost there.” 

Behind you, Vash is starting to pant, watching your body shake, and quiver encased in his jacket is doing things to his head. Well and the way your pussy is clenching around him, your slick walls squeezing his sensitive cock in such a way that he feels like he’s being sucked in. A hand reaching down to play with your clit, surprised when you bat it away. “Other one” voice hoarse as you answer his unasked question, you want him to use his prosthetic? Switching his hands and feeling the sweat starting to bead along his back in the suit jacket he does as you asked, pressing the cool metal to your sensitive nub. The reaction is almost instant as you moan taking Wolfwood to the base and clenching like a vice around Vash. Wolfwood hissing and sitting up straighter in the chair, hands digging into the side of your head. 

Looking down at you and smirking, Wolfwood moves his gaze to Vash the pink growing across his pale cheeks as he fucks into you. A clear sign he’s getting close to cuming as well, coughing a little to make sure he has Vash’s attention. “You don’t get to cum yet Needle-Noggin. Not until our little lady says you can.” A harsh thrust of his own hips against your mouth before returning his gaze to you. “We’ll add to his punishment if he does right, Sweetheart.” A happy hum of agreement around his length, proving beyond a doubt you and Wolfwood plan to deny him tonight as a form of payback. “Fuck… I’m gonna.. Cum sweetheart. Want it… Want it down your pretty little throat?” 

Hearing his stuttering breath above you and the mad twitching in your throat you switch your attention more to Wolfwood, Vash’s cock still making your moan. Using that moaning to your advantage and deep-throating Wolfwood, humming and hallowing your cheeks. Lips around his base as you feel his balls twitching under your chin before he’s cuming down your throat. Swallowing around him while his hips move, the smallest of thrusts as he empties his balls inside the wet cavern, grunting all the while about how good and pretty you look. 

Slumping back in the chair Wolfwood groans, while you hold his cock and pop off him. Licking up his length and making a show of swallowing any of his cum that had stuck to him, making him chuckle. “Greedy little thing.” Pushing the chair back so he can drop to his knees in front of you, going to a sloppy kiss and pulling you more upright changing the angle Vash is fucking into you at. Deeper and tighter. 

You moan into the kiss, tongue pressing against his so he can taste his own release, trying to be as loud as possible knowing it’s going to edge Vash on behind you. When Wolfwood pulls away you grin, voice a little on the hoarse side from having your mouth fucked at the end. “I sure am.”

Vash seeing you more upright groans, able to see your face and more of Wolfwood. “Are you seriously wearing my pants Wolfwood?” The tight fabric of his pants encasing Wolfwood’s thighs, pushed down just enough for his dick to jut out, the sight of his skin covered in a light sheen from having been licked clean by your tongue making Vash throb in your tight heat. 

“Thought you’d find us wearing your clothes enticing.” Wolfwood trailed a hand down to an opening in Vash’s coat, so he could press against your bare skin and slide up to fondle one of your breasts. Vash had to admit he did, and the final point, seeing you wearing Wolfwood’s sunglasses was making him harder. Both of his lovers wearing his clothes and one of them wearing both of their clothes? Fuck it was making the ember in his stomach burn. 

Ignoring both men you focus more on the line of fire inside of you, feeling your thighs start to shake, Vash still pumping away inside of you and rubbing into your clit. Feeling Wolfwood’s attention, your neck is arching, one hand reaching back to touch Vash’s cheek. Feeling his soft lips move to kiss your fingers and palms while he presses harder into you, hearing him grunt your name against the shell of your ear pushes you over the edge. Gasping as that wire snaps and you clench around Vash hard enough that he can’t move, at least not without tipping over that edge himself, something he’d been told not to do. Wolfwood batting his frozen hand away to play with your clit, dragging out your orgasm and kissing you to swallow your screams of pleasure.

A chorus of fuck rings out behind you, while Vash desperately tries to keep himself from painting your insides white. Burying his nose in your hair when Wolfwood pulls a second orgasm from you, thinking of little old ladies and hairy men instead of his lovers in front of and wrapped around him.     

Grinning at Vash’s discomfort, Wolfwood kisses you again, soft and sweet as you come down from your high body slumping forward against his. “You need a break sweetheart?” Whispered against your sweat-slicked skin, moaning a little at how hard Vash is still inside you. 

Licking your lips as you move your hand away from Vash’s face, your body thrumming from your last release, shaking your head in the negative. “No. I want you both.” Swallowing before you voice the next part. “And I wanna face Vash.” As much as your heart has been burning for the last few hours and you felt a little petty about the way Vash had been acting, especially about the redhead, you wanted to kiss your blond and watch his face when you came on his dick. 

A brief kiss pressed to the corner of your lips, before standing, Wolfwood helping you up and with him, sighing as Vash’s cock leaves your core. Licking your lips and feeling your clit throb with desire as you finally look at Vash, his eyes blown wide, messy blond hair falling down into those cerulean eyes. Eyes that are looking at you, like you’re the most precious thing in his world. The suit jacket looks a little funny on his frame, tailored for the broadness of Wolfwood’s shoulder and trim waist, but it brings your attention to some of your favorite features. The way his wet, swollen length is centered between the black fabric also makes your core clench, wanting to be filled again. 

Vash himself has a hard time swallowing, seeing you standing before him clad in his coat that hangs off your body. The sleeve rolled up to your elbow, with the top three buttons of the chest done up, just enough to keep it from coming undone around your body. The high collar was unbuttoned, otherwise half your face would have been hidden behind the stiff fabric. “Damn, you look good.” Realizing after a moment he spoke the words aloud, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

“Funny. So do you.” Stepping away from Wolfwood and reaching out to cup his jaw, thumb rubbing along his chin, before dipping down along his long neck. Tracing against the scar on his pec. “Wanna stand up and fuck me Handsome?” 

Feeling his face flush, and his ballsack throb, Vash nods. Pushing back on his heels and standing, once more towering over you. Moving the tails of his jacket so he can grab your hips and lift you, feeling one of your hands settle against his neck to keep yourself stable, the other moving more the fabric of his jacket out of the way and pushing your underwear to the side so you can line his weeping cock up with your pussy lips. Closing the distance to kiss him long and hard as he slowly lowers you, letting gravity do most of the work until the tip of his cock is pressing deep inside you. 

The pace is much slower this time, as Vash lifts and lowers you, forehead pressed to his after you pull away from his lips. Feeling every bump and vein of his dick pressing against your inner walls, placing soft pecks along his face, and letting your legs hang at his side. One hand playing with the nap of his neck while the other tangled into the longer blond hair “I know… You don’t A-ahh, make promises… But don’t ever do that… To me again.” Whispered against his face while Vash gently fucks up into you.

Catching your lips for a quick kiss before answering, pressing his nose against yours, and watching your eyes through the dark shades. “I’ll try.” And he will, certain that later when you pass out, Wolfwood is going to have an earful for him about leaving you brokenhearted.

“Alright, enough of this sappy love fest.” Wolfwood moving closer, pumping his own shaft and ready for round two. “She loose enough Needle-noggin?” Pushing the fabric falling along your back away and pressing the head of his cock to your dripping core, feeling the length of Vash’s sliding against it making him hiss from the pleasure.

“We were having a tender moment Nick!” Rolling his eyes at the broken moment, he gives a slightly harder thrust up into you. “Yea, if we’re both going in it’s gonna be tight, but our pretty lady is loose enough.” 

Lifting you higher and more away from his body, you feel Vash’s cock pull out of your somewhat before Wolfwood is pressing his chest against your back. Bending his knees and adjusting your legs before he slowly penetrates you along with Vash, both men barely moving as you throw your head back panting. The stretch is almost too much, but with two orgasms and the amount of fluid pouring from your core you’re ready to try to take them. After all, it’s not the first time you’ve had both men inside your pussy, knowing you can take them both and breathing deeply trying to keep yourself relaxed.

“Good girl… taking us… so well” panting in your ear as Wolfwood keeps moving, the motion of his cock slowly working you more open while Vash stays still. Biting his lip while Wolfwood ruts against him up into you. Panting more and more as the pain turns into pleasure, humming at the sensation. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” 

Starting to thrust a little harder as you start to make low noises, too blissed out to think of actual words just focusing on the feeling of both of them filling you to the brim. Feeling your walls starting to clench around him Vash starts to move as well, not much, just enough so that his tip is hitting that spongy part inside of you, a part he knows makes you writhe in pleasure around him.

“Don’t forget Needle-noggin… I still… gotta teach you.. A lesson.. Augh… myself.” Panting at how tight you are, feeling you clench around him and Vash twitching while both of them keep fucking you. “I did say… Outta your ass… Late-” The sound of fabric ripping and Wolfwood is suddenly silenced, turning just enough to see. 

“I can’t hear Mayfly’s noises over your talking. You can fuck me later Nick.” Vash. Had apparently ripped your underwear from your body, and stuffed it, soaked portion first into Wolfwood’s mouth.

Seeing the sight and hearing Wolfwood hum has your heart swimming, the noises of both of their cocks pumping in and out of you as well the soft little pants and whines you’re making filling the room. Feeling Vash thrust a little harder and hitting deeper inside you while Wolfwood stretches you with his thrusts has you seeing stars. The promise of your third orgasm on the horizon. 

Taking a deep breath you manage to slur out “Cum in… me.” Gasping as a tingling is building along your spine, almost ready to clamp down on both dicks like you want to keep them both inside you. “Both of… you-uuuu” Letting your face fall against Vash’s chest, unaware of the drool dripping from your lips and onto the dark fabric.

“Sounds like… permission… to cum.. If I… ever heard it” Vash pants, redoubling his efforts moving one hand so it’s tangled in your own hair. Wolfwood moves the opposite hand, reaching across to circle your clit, mouth still stuffed with your underwear and unable to comment. Working together between thrusting and playing with your clit, they push you over the edge, eyes rolling back into your head as you spasm around them. 

Fire erupts in your core, Vash, having been told he was unable to cum before finally letting go of his control, and painting your core white. Deep enough inside of you that his sticky seed will spend most of the night slowly dripping out of you. A second load, deposited from Wolfwood has you shaking in their grasp, the twitching of both lengths emptying inside of you pulling a fourth and final orgasm from you. Whimpering as they slow, feeling both men press soothing circles into your skin before Vash nods to Wolfwood, stating he has you as the dark-haired man pulls out of you, a small flood of cum following his cock. 

Reaching up and pulling your underwear from his mouth. “You’re lucky I like the taste of her on my tongue.” 

“Better than tasting those cigarettes.” Nosing into your hair as he catches his breath, a quick kiss to your hairline. “Can you get my boots off her?” Snorting, Wolfwood nods, reaching down and starting to undo the laces and removing the boots. Lines of red from how tight they were showing up on the revealed skin. 

A whimper and Vash is cooing at you. “It’s alright Mayfly. Just rest baby. We’ll take care of you.” 

Boots and jacket removed, Vash Carefully pulls you off his cock, watching as more of their mixed seed start to slowly drip from your core. “We certainly did a number on her.” Moving the bed cover and placing you closer to the wall. Moaning hand reaching out for Vash as he pulls away, only to have Wolfwood tangle his fingers with yours. Pressing a damp cloth to your abused slit and cleaning you up. 

“And I’m gonna do the same to you, ass.” Finished cleaning you up, Wolfwood stands, pulling his borrowed pants off and his dick growing hard again. “Do you have any idea how heartbroken she was?” A smack to the back of Vash’s head as he bent over to undo the lowest button the suit jacket. Rubbing a hand through his own dark hair in frustration “We both thought you were dead. And you made a comment like that about another woman when we see you again! Seriously Vash what the hell goes through that spiky head of yours?” 

Sitting at the edge of the bed Vash sighed, running a hand through your sweaty locks while you breathed deep in your sleep. “Maybe I was trying to push you guys away?” 

Feeling his anger deflate at the answer and the way Vash sounded Wolfwood let his shoulders slump. “Then talk to us, Vash.” Curling a hand around his lover's chin and tilting his head for a kiss. “You spiky-haired idiot.” 

The next time you came too, was to the sound of panting and moaning, Vash on his back and Wolfwood balls deep inside of him. Neither of them aware you were awake, you reached over settling a hand on the bulge that kept appearing and disappearing in Vash’s abdomen. Making both men glance at you. “Still mad." You mutter, eyes hooded and still half asleep. "But damn if that isn’t a sight a girl could get used to waking up to.”  

Both men smile, and Vash interlaces the fingers of his hand with yours pressing against his skin and down making both him and Wolfwood moan at the added pressure. The three of you can sort out Vash and whatever is bothering him later. For now, you just wanna watch both of your lovers fuck one another while their mixed seeds drips from inside your body.

Thanks for reading!

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash x reader #trigun smut #wolfwood x reader #vash x wolfwood #Vash X reader x Wolfwood

[tenabrye]

Headcanons on how vash and wolfwood (reboot!) would like to be comforted by their crush or s/o! Maybe even what situations/circumstances would lead to them possibly needing/yearning for it? I just know these babies need it fr😭

Thank you for feeding the fandom✨

I just know these men yearn for comfort and deserve it all. Apologies if this seemed a little more on the angsty side with the situations I put them in, especially Wolfwood's. This was also something new I tried, which was a small drabble with headcanons.

warning(s): murder, death, and guilt

Vash

He knows certain things are completely out of his control. That people--humans--get hurt, even die, however, not a day goes by that he wishes he could have done more during those situations. Such are his thoughts on this last incident. Despite being told that it wasn't his fault, Vash still holds guilt over those that perished that day. What started as a wonderful, peaceful day being spent with you was cut short by raiders. The screams from the townspeople as they were cut down still haunt him, and he won't ever be able to erase the images of their deceased bodies from his mind. Despite being able to thwart the raiders and save the remaining townsfolk, you could see how badly it affected him with those he couldn't.

Some thanked him for his bravery with the town while others blamed him, spitting out vile names. He hated that all he could do was apologize, with his brows furrowed and his gaze downwards. His words were met with them yelling how apologies couldn't bring their deceased loved ones back. You followed him back to the room, thinking of what to do to comfort him after this. Vash doesn't initiate things when he's in such a mood, as his mind is clouded with the guilt and harsh sting from the names he was called. You'll have to be the one to take the reins and do it. He won't say anything when you pull him to the bed and sit him down.

Being held in your arms is so nice to him. Just keep your arms secured around him and let him bury his face into your chest or neck. Let him be the little spoon for when it turns into soft cuddling.

He loves it when you talk to him. Whispering sweet and soft nothings into his ear, telling him how people only say harsh words when angry. He knows, but it just makes him feel a little better hearing you say it.

Vash lets out a soft, content sigh when you slip a hand under his shirt, gently dragging your nails down his back in a motion that gives him little goosebumps. It also makes him snuggle into you more.

He melts when you trail kisses from his face and to his jaw, soon moving to his neck. It's nothing spicy, but your kisses are so soft and featherlike that they bring a certain calmness to him that he craves right now.

He will learn to let you know when he wants to be comforted. Soft little looks are an easy tell of his, accompanied with a slight tilt of his head. If that doesn't work, he'll take a hand and gently drag his nails down your exposed flesh. You've grown to learn that this is another way of him wanting some comfort.

Wolfwood

You watched as he took a hit from the cigarette in between his lips. His hands are shoved into his pockets while his head is angled to allow him to look down at the makeshift headstone he created. Nicholas then removed his hands from his pockets, one having removed the smoke and dropping it into the dirt where he snuffed it out with the toe of his shoe. You watched as he prepared himself to say a small prayer as he normally did with the deceased, only to watch as his legs faltered when he lowered himself. He fell back, ass hitting the ground and you watched as his body slumped. His shades fell from his face as his hand took their place. His shoulders gently shook, and you bit your lip as you watched him silently cry.

You knew he was feeling immense guilt over the death of the child he had buried, their death caused by an idiot that Nicholas was quick to fill with holes. The idiot in question was someone Wolfwood let go from a prior altercation, showing mercy in that moment. Though you knew it was solely because you were there. Had you not been, then the undertaker wouldn't have been as merciful. The bullet was meant for Nicholas, he knew that, but he had bent down to give a kid one of the lollipops he carried, only for them to end up taking the bullet instead. His body shifted as he hung his head, as if trying to not let you see the tears that rolled down his cheeks. You frowned and approached him, knowing he needed the comfort.

Wolfwood will sit there, letting you wrap your arms around him in a comforting hug. He's not vocal about liking it, but you can tell with the way his head leans against you.

Run your fingers through his hair. He finds so much comfort and will actually relax more when you do this. You always know he wants you to mess with his hair when he lowers his head towards you. Sometimes he'll be vocal about it, too.

This man melts in your touch when you hold his face in your hands, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks. He definitely leans into your hands, loving your gentle touch.

When it's just the two of you in a rented room, he'll sit on the bed while you stand in front of him. His arms will be wrapped around your waist as his face is buried into your side or chest. You often take this moment to run your fingers through his hair for added comfort.

Forehead kisses hit differently when he needs comfort. Honestly, all types of kisses hit differently when he's this soft and vulnerable. To him, every kiss lifts a small bit of guilt he's kept bottled inside over the years. You know he wants one when he taps his cheek or forehead at you.

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[anyasathenaeum]

congratulations on 100!!!! fr ur event- prompt 6 from the angst list, w/ character a as reader and character b as vash?

the man deffo feels like everyone he loves dies simply for the crime of knowing him, and a situation where reader is gravely injured/close to death for his sake? (wistful sigh) here at the angst mines we get paid in cold hard whump with a side o’ hurt/comfort !!

A/N: ANON, YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE - Angst is my favourite genre to write mwahahahahaha! I'm sorry Vash my love but here's some more trauma

"No! No, no, no! (Y/N), stay with me! Please, please, stay with me! Don't you leave, too! Don't you leave!"

The familiar, heartbroken voice you heard calling your name, begging and pleading with you to stay, felt so far away from you. The warmth of the person's arms, wrapped tightly around you as they clutched onto you for dear life, also felt so far away from you.

'What happened to me?' Was all you could think to yourself as you struggled to recollect the moments leading up to the present.

You vaguely remembered seeing one of the military police pointing their gun at Vash, and next thing you knew, you were on the ground, the world feeling muted and far away, your body feeling weirdly cold and numb as Vash screamed for you and held you in his arms.

"V-Vash..."

You managed to wheeze out his name, and Vash all but felt his heart breaking in his chest as he tugged you a bit closer to him, holding you in his lap.

With one arm around you and the other cupping the back of your head, Vash clutched onto you with desperation and fear, as if your life would slip away from him the moment he loosened his grip on you.

"(Y/N)! Oh, (Y/N), why did you do that?!" Vash cried, his hand coming up you cup your cheek in his palm, his watery eyes scanning your face as if anticipating some horrible sign of your death to appear there.

Instead, all Vash saw was your smile.

"I did it because you didn't deserve to be hurt again," You whispered out softly, looking up at Vash with all the fondness you could muster, your smile weak but unquestionably genuine.

"No!" Vash shook his head, refusing to hear of it as tears slipped down his face, "I'd rather have taken the bullet than watch you die to spare me, (Y/N)! You can't- you can't leave! Don't leave, (Y/N), please! God, this is all my fault!"

Vash's cries and sobs shook you as he held you close, his tears staining your skin as he buried his face into your neck. You just shushed him gently, reaching up slowly to run your fingers gently through Vash's blonde locks.

"Shhh, Vash, please... don't cry. It's not your fault. I did it to protect you," You comforted him softly, "I-I'll be okay."

You had no way to know if that last part was true, and you knew that Vash knew it too, but what you did know was that you would fight your hardest to stay by Vash's side, regardless of the pain you had to go through to achieve that.

"I-I need to get you some help," Vash sobbed softly, picking you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, "P-Please... don't go, (Y/N). Don't you go quietly. You fight, and you stay with me, okay? Please, (Y/N), please..."

As Vash ran with you in his arms, with your life ticking away slowly and his heart breaking into a thousand pieces, all he could do was pray as he ran to find help.

'Save them. God, please, save (Y/N). Don't let me lose them, too. I love them. Please. Save them.'

#anya's athenaeum #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

[judasviscariot]

vash post trimax being hunted still by humans who just don’t understand and the only one who ever did is gone and yeah he still has milly and meryl but it’s not the same and he’s cornered like a rabid animal, bleeding from a wound that doesn’t heal like it used to and sometimes -

sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just close his eyes and let it end and sometimes he hates nai for healing him at all, hates him for making vash lose him, for making him hate him, and he hates nai for loving him so much it stripped him of everything he ever held sacred

and sometimes he thinks it would’ve been easier to stay on that fucking couch with the corpse of the only one who ever truly saw the core of him and sometimes he thinks he should’ve buried himself in the sand beside wolfwood because he’d be safe, he’d be kept and safe and it would be so quiet, and maybe he’d get a moment’s rest there in the dark where the only one who ever saw the truth of him lies

and he’s bleeding from a wound that won’t close and he’s so fucking tired and the golden chain he wears around his neck is heavy but the laughter that blooms around him, called in on a breeze he can’t feel, is all light

“so, what? you just gonna give up?”

he grits his teeth. the bounty hunters are shouting amongst themselves, coordinating their movements to surround him, cutting off any chance of survival he might have

‘promise me somethin’, spikey.’

the church bells are ringing. they’re always ringing in vash’s head. they won’t stop. liquor burns at the back of his tongue and he can’t wash it down, not with anything.

‘keep smilin’. even when… i’m gone. okay? for me.’

he bares his blunt fangs. black hair falls over his eyes.

it’s always so dark.

‘don’t let them win, vash.

vash.

never said your name enough, did i?

vash.’

tears burn along the seams of his eyelids. the scent of cigarettes and cologne wafts under his nose and vash’s eyes fly open to find the sun blocked by a familiar silhouette.

“c’mon, vash. don’t you give up now.”

he can see his reflection in the preacher’s sunglasses. with a hitching breath, vash lifts a pale hand covered in blood. a small smile curls over that golden face, white teeth flashing around the filter of a crumpled cigarette.

their hands meet. wolfwood tugs vash up from the bloodstained ground where he was content to die.

when he teeters forward, unbalanced and inelegant from the blood loss, wolfwood isn’t there to catch him. the shouts are getting louder. death is coming.

“time’s up,” burrs a deep voice in his ear, “let’s get the fuck outta here, human typhoon.”

and he has to. doesn’t he? because wolfwood was the only one who understood him and now the only life wolfwood has exists inside him - in the memories that make up the ghost vash carries in his ribcage like a second set of lungs.

“run.”

and he’ll keep running. he’ll keep running until there’s no more planet left, and then he’ll run some more. if it keeps this piece of wolfwood alive…

he’ll run forever.

so he does, leaving cigarette smoke and whiskey in his wake, the shape of his spilled blood like a cross in the sand.

#vashwood #idk I’m so emo rn #Wolfwood keeping Vash alive even when he’s gone is my biggest weakness #trimax #post trimax

[echoooo000]

I wrote a thing about Vash burying Wolfwood in the 1998 continuity

Twin Sized Mattress

(1.6k words)

He was dead.

Vash had to keep telling himself that as he looked at the upturned dirt, the makeshift grave. He didn’t have the resources for the burial Wolfwood deserved, who was laid gently in the hole in the ground, around the size of a twin-sized mattress.

People often recounted their loved ones looking peaceful in death. This was nothing like that. Wolfwood looked like he loathed everything about the situation. But he couldn’t.

He was dead, he reminded himself.

He looked like he was simply having a nightmare, his brows furrowed, even in rigor mortis. Vash felt heavy, ill, as he looked at him, wanting to memorize his features. He didn’t want to forget him, the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he loved. The way he cared , even when the man really didn't want to.

The reality was, Vash couldn’t forget him, even if he wanted to, even if he tried. It wasn’t possible. That didn’t stop him from being paranoid anyways. A man, involved in his life for such a short span of time compared to the 150 years Vash has been alive, had altered many things within Vash. The way he saw himself, most prominently.

Wolfwood didn’t see Vash as a monster nor as an abomination. He saw him as a person , even when Vash physically wasn’t one. Wolfwood defended Vash, even when Vash himself wouldn’t. He blocked the stones thrown at him by the townspeople, he felt anger for Vash when he refused to.

He called him an angel frequently, almost nonchalantly. As if he wasn’t aware of the words he was uttering. But Vash knew Wolfwood was aware. Aware of the impact it held on Vash, aware of the way those words pierced through him, so intimate it hurt.

He wouldn’t hear Wolfwood call him angel ever again.

He was dead, he reminded himself.

Vash sucked in a breath, painfully aware that he was the only one still able to draw in air. The nagging feeling that the man in the ground should be him ate away at his insides. His hand idly reached into his pocket, taking out the pack of cigarettes he had taken out of Wolfwood’s suit pocket before laying him in the grave.

The edges of the box had been stained dark crimson, almost brown now, with blood from Wolfwood’s wounds. Vash traced his thumb over the stains, almost reverently. Blood spilled in a human sacrifice. He took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips, trying to imitate the way Wolfwood usually held it. He didn’t want to forget that either.

He didn’t light the cigarette, as he looked down at Wolfwood. He had to finish burying him first. But even imagining it, the dirt thrown onto Wolfwood, felt innately wrong. Vash shouldn’t be burying him like this. He should have a coffin, a gravestone, not some hole in the middle of the desert. A nameless grave, known only to few.

“Well…” Vash sighed, “This is shit, isn’t it, Nico?” Vash said, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t sure why his voice was so rough. He hadn’t cried yet, not allowing it. He knew if he cried now, he would latch himself to Wolfwood’s body and never let go, opting to bury himself with him. A lump formed in his throat and he struggled to swallow it back down.

Vash stood in silence for a moment, just looking at Wolfwood, raking his gaze over his form. It was almost physically painful to look at him. It always hurt to look at Wolfwood. It was like looking directly into the sun. Vash’s sun. It hurts for a different reason now, similar to when a star dies, so do all the planets around it.

“Nico…” Vash started, not quite knowing what to say. He hoped Wolfwood could even hear him, he hoped that God, the one Wolfwood whispered prayers too when he thought no one was looking, would deliver his message. The rosary Wolfwood had given to him months ago felt like it weighed fifty pounds, hanging around his neck. It felt like a magnet, connecting him to Wolfwood, wanting to drag Vash down with him. He clutched it with his metal arm, too holy to touch with flesh.

“I always thought I was going to be the one to bite the bullet first.. It’s ironic that it’s the opposite…” He said, his voice breaking. Tears fought their way to spill, and still, Vash wouldn’t allow it. “I hope you can still protect me from up there…or wherever you are now” There was still so much to say, but he can already imagine how Wolfwood would reply. Vash wanted to apologize for not being able to help him, but he can practically hear Wolfwood scolding him.

“Stop beating yourself up. It’s not your fault, Needle-noggin’” He would say. Yet, Vash would still feel like it was. He always did. There was silence again, like Vash was waiting for Wolfwood to reply.

He was dead, he reminded himself.

How many times was he going to say it to himself until he believed it? No matter if it took centuries, millennia. He couldn’t, not after all that happened.

His subconscious rendered him useless. He felt…he didn’t know what he felt. Vash and Death were old friends. He experienced death first hand, lived and breathed it. He caused it. This was different.

The grief he felt was different .

Vash knew what grief was too. He knew it with Rem, with the people Knives had killed because of him. This feeling he felt, weighing heavy in his chest, was nothing like that.

This was deeper. He didn’t even know how to put such an emotion into words, he didn’t know how to make it tangible, for him to understand. But it was there, festering. It threatened to consume him if his guard was down, desperately trying to claw its way out of his chest. It wanted everyone to know Vash’s pain.

Vash forced it back down. He wouldn’t suffocate others with his own grief.

For him, guilt and grief usually went hand in hand. And the guilt Vash currently felt was continuously running scenarios through his head, on loop. Scenarios where he had done something. Scenarios where Wolfwood would still be alive.

He snapped out of his stupor, cutting those running thoughts off. He couldn’t let those types of thoughts take hold right now. He sighed.

“I’m sorry…” was all he said, his teeth biting into the unlit cigarette he still held in his mouth as he picked up the shovel again, preparing to cover Wolfwood’s delicate corpse—in reality it was anything but delicate, covered in scars and calluses, open wounds—with coarse sand. But before that, Vash grabbed the hem of his coat, the ends already tattered with wear, and used his metal arm to tear off a piece the size of his forearm.

It wasn’t much, but Vash needed something to shelter Wolfwood from the roughness of the world. Vash had tried to do that when Wolfwood was alive too. In those quiet moments they shared. They were nothing amazing, no grandiose professions of love or anything of the sort. Those feelings were shared in quiet, small moments. Moments when Vash watched the sunset silently next to Wolfwood, who was smoking a cigarette. Or moments when they could only afford one bed at an inn, and they lay together, backs facing each other.

They would always wake up pressed against each other in the morning. Even in sleep, they would be seeking comfort from each other. Vash knew the same thing would apply in death.

Vash began to cover Wolfwood now with shaking hands. The shovel felt heavier than it should be, the sand he lifted with it even more so. He moved like a machine, rhythmically dumping sand onto Wolfwood. This was wrong, he repeated to himself. Yet, Vash continued anyway. The sun was setting when he finished, and he let the shovel fall to the ground, scrounging through his pockets.

He pulled out Wolfwood’s lighter, holding it in his palm. There were scratches littering it, and it was obvious that Wolfwood had had this lighter for a while. It was a miracle it still even worked with how many packs the man smoked in a week.

He clicked the lighter to life, bringing it to the end of the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, the sting of the tobacco searing through his throat and nose. He coughed harshly, tears stinging his eyes. He sobbed. The sound surprised him, as if it wasn’t coming from him, as if he wasn’t expecting it at some point.

Vash rubbed furiously at his face, trying to force the tears to stop, but the relief he felt wouldn’t allow him. He took another ragged inhale, the tobacco stinging again, but this time the sting was dulled by the nicotine. The smell of the cigarettes would linger, buried in his coat, his hair, his skin. Any other time, the smell of Marlboro Reds would be comforting to Vash because it reminded him of Wolfwood. Now, it felt like he was being crushed under the weight of grief, under the tears that wouldn’t stop spilling.

He gasped between the sobs, feeling like he couldn't breathe. He had half the mind to start clawing at the sand, to dig him back up. He wanted to. Vash wanted him back, wanted to see his face. But he knew that no matter how much he looked at Wolfwood, how much he memorized, how much he reminisced, Wolfwood wouldn’t wake up. He wouldn’t come back.

He was dead , he told himself.

He is dead . His mind refused to stop repeating it.

No, Vash wouldn’t learn to accept it, even if he repeated it a million times. He inhaled the tobacco again, his tears reluctantly ebbing to stop. He was sure this feeling was going to be permanent, and for however long Vash lived, he would have a bleeding wound. A wound around the size of a twin-sized mattress.

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[vshthestmpede]

Headcanons for Vash getting body worshipped and spoiled by a afab reader? She/her or he/him pronouns are fine for Reader, just, whichever floats ur boat. But yeah, Vash def deserves a good massage, a nice, hot bath, and some orgasms, and good, good aftercare. And lots and lots of cuddles and physical affection. He's been through so much, he deserves nice things.

the body of a god | 18+, minors dni!

word count; 757

warnings; sexual content

note; alright - first off: this was way too much fun to write omg. secondly: after rewatching stampede, i have a newly revitalized need to write some requests that have been sitting for far too long (my apologies!). i’ve been between writing pieces for this fandom and one piece ever since i started it since ace and sanji have absolutely taken over my heart

masterlist | cross-posted to ao3

after the more stressful stretches of journey, you were more than eager to let loose and relax

which also meant making sure vash relaxed as well

because if he didn't relax, he'd be talking about the next leg of journey or just be too deep in his head - both of those options were not favorable

once the two of you split ways from milly, wolfwood, and meryl in the motel, the door was locked with that 'do not disturb' sign on the handle

vash would try and put the focus on you, heaping praise on how helpful you were on the journey and that you deserve to be pampered

you wouldn't have anything of it - he was the one constantly putting his life on the line, expecting nothing in return while also being beat down by the very people he would save

while you drew a hot bath and ordered him to get undressed, he would grumble and pout in an attempt to get you to change your mind but you held your ground

he would shrink under your stern gaze, doing as asked and getting into the tub after getting undressed

as he soaked, you left him for a little to change into something more... provocative

when you heard the bath start to drain, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out

you both faltered at the sight of each other once vash stepped out of the bathroom

his eyes trailed all over your body and he swallowed loudly while you composed yourself, tamping down the want to yank the towel off his waist and throw out your whole plan

"come lay down," you said, patting the bed as you stood and made room for him.

he obliged without a second thought, allowing you to guide him onto his stomach

he opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but it came out more as a surprised moan when you straddled his lower back, your hands pressing into the tender muscle of his shoulders

vash melted under your touch as you took your time massaging up and down his back, focusing on the knots mostly in his neck and shoulders

“you know,” you whispered, leaning close to his ear, “there is nobody in the world prettier than you, lovebug.”

you laughed as vash buried his face in the pillow, murmuring something incomprehensible

“it’s true,” you continued, your thumbs rubbing circles on his shoulder blades. “everything about you is absolutely perfect.”

you made sure your hands would gently touch and caress his scarred areas, making sure he knew that you meant what you said by everything

you climbed off his back and he flipped over, pouting at the lack of contact but your eyes had trailed downward towards something else

“don’t act surprised,” vash said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at you. “you know what you’re doing to me.”

you kneeled between his legs, moving his knees apart and resting your hands on his thighs

“i don’t know what you could ever mean,” you teased, earning a small smile from vash. “i’m just letting my love know how amazingly handsome he is.”

vash chuckled and ran a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face as you slowly leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. your eyes never left his and you enjoyed the way his breath hitched in his throat

“you’re so beautiful,” you whispered, licking a stripe up the underside of his length. “so, so perfect. and all mine, too.”

vash groaned as you took him in your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you further down

“y-yeah, all yours,” he whined, pushing slightly on your head as he craved more.

you continued to move slowly, coaxing the mewls and moans out of his throat that were like music to your ears

vash’s hips began to jerk upward, eager to hit the back of your throat as he got closer and closer to his orgasm

“i-i’m gonna -!” he panted, his heart hammering in his chest as you looked up into his eyes

the mix of moans and your name being stammered out into the air was heavenly as you swallowed every last drop of his seed before releasing his length with a satisfying pop

you stood up as vash fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. even covered in sweat, panting with his arm over his eyes, he looked angelic to you

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash x reader

[alexiethymia]

a post trimax headcanon

It’s an ordinary day. There isn’t any chaos for once. Vash is enjoying his donuts, while Meryl is enjoying her ceylon tea. Maybe Milly’s outside fixing the camera.

Milly and Meryl are going back to No Man’s Land Broadcasting’s main office. It might be a while since they’ll next see Vash for their segment.

Right after she finishes her tea, Meryl says: “I’m off to work, Vash.” (“Ittekimasu, Vash-san.”)

And quick as anything, all casual-like, without even thinking about it, Meryl kisses him on the lips. Just a peck, she just plants one on him. Vash freezes. Meryl withdraws and she’s talking normally saying something about how many days it’ll take for them to reach headquarters, until she just…stops. Processes what she just did.

For one long moment, Vash and Meryl just stare at each other, until Meryl lets out an unholy shriek and starts blabbing out apologies for what she did. She’s sorry for taking advantage and she doesn’t know what came over her. She buries her face in her hands because she can’t bear to look at him, and she already said she didn’t want him to think crying was the only thing she could do. But she really can’t help the tiny tears because she doesn’t want to see that soft apologetic look as if not wanting to break her heart. She wishes she had Jessica’s optimism or Luida’s fortitude. Fistbumping him would have been less mortifying.

Because she has her face hidden, she doesn’t see Vash’s face slowly turning crimson, mouth gaping. But seeing how tightly Meryl is bunching her fists together, he grows concerned. Slowly, he approaches her, tries to softly remove her hands so he can see her eyes. At first there’s resistance, but Meryl eventually gives way. His eyes soften at seeing her blushing and embarrassed and holding back tears. He hesitates at first. The moment he moves closer, Meryl instinctively backs away slightly, but he crouches and looks at her imploringly. Even though he’s taller than her, it’s as if he’s looking up at her to ask for something. Again, she gives in. She stands her ground but screws her eyes shut instead. Vash can’t help the soft giggle which makes Meryl open her eyes to narrow them at him. Vash smiles, and hand cradling her face, quick as anything, all casual-like, he pecks her sweetly, just one soft touch, lips to lips.

Vash: “Have a safe trip, Meryl.” (“Itterasshai, Meryl.”)

Meryl releases an awed sigh, before she’s matching Vash’s smile with her own.

(And off to the side, Milly is keeping down her squeals as she tapes everything for posterity. She’s sure senpai and Vash-san will thank her for it later.

Little does she know, she was actually broadcasting live, and thus births NMLB’s most popular program to date, hidden-footage style outtakes where after the official program on Vash the Stampede, TV watchers get to see the aforementioned outlaw and the investigative journalist tailing him being sweet on each other. Meryl doesn’t have a clue. Milly doesn’t have a clue. She just keeps rolling the cam. A particular fave was when she caught them cuddling with Vash’s arms around Meryl as she dozed on his shoulder. The after program does wonders for Vash’s reputation. He’s now the most Wanted by teenage hearts all over No Man’s Land. Parents are suing NMLB since their kids are suddenly saying they want to set off to find their own outlaw sweetheart. Everyone who knows them is livid that this is how they get confirmation of their will-they-won’t-they. Vash, Meryl, and Milly still don’t have a clue.)

#vashmeryl #trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trimax vashmeryl has a soft spot in my heart #they’re so soft #it’s all about the unspoken and the yearning #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #if meryl is embarrassed now #it’s nothing when she finally gets to see the unedited footage #I like the idea that they have this sort of exchange #similar to the the ‘98 anime #and I love how Vash might say ‘Please go and come back’ to Meryl #both since he’s the one who’s always going #and it’s in the same vein as his request for Meryl to wait for him #it’s all about the promises #headcanons #I just want fluff and no angst for their future #happily ever after canon

[dr4k3n0]

'Courage'

Synopsis: After a rough day, and having a few drinks, Vash finds the courage to tell you his feelings.

F!Reader x Vash

Tw: Drinking?

Word Count: 1.6k

You sighed at the noise of the bar. The others decided to join the drunken citizens of the town in a state of euphoria for the moment. You all had just barely escaped with your lives, from another attack that happened to destroy the city. Vash did not handle it well although he said he was fine. This annoyed you to the max since you knew he wasn't doing well. It hurt you to see him suffering and having to hold these things in. The others weren't doing too well either. That's concerning you as well but Vash was your biggest worry. The others decided to use drinking to help alleviate some feelings for the time being, but it didn't make them go away. 

A small huff left your lips as you looked at the small glass of alcohol Vash had bought for you previously before getting drunk himself. Maybe you should just drink it and join them in a state of ecstasy. You had a small internal conflict with yourself, as you eyed the glass, and watched the others as they laughed with the citizens. 

"What the hell, why not." You mumbled before tipping your head back and downing the drink. 

You set the glass on the table in front of you as a buzz roamed through your body. This felt better than you had expected. You soon found yourself wandering towards the counter where the others resided. "Y/n!!!!! you finally joined us!" Merly slurred. Beaming down at her, you grabbed another cup not knowing or caring whose cup it was, and drank that too. Cheers erupted through the bar as you smirked before placing the cup on the table. Vash watched you with his cyan eyes as you laughed with the others. It brought a smile to his face seeing you more cheery than you burying your emotions deep down. 

Getting another refill of a cup from the bartender, you held out your cup to the others for them to offer up a small toast. You all giggled before clanking your cups together and sipping on them. At long last, you had lost count of how many drinks you had, but all you knew is that you felt good. And you wanted this moment to last. You held out your glass again towards the bartender to refill when your arm was stopped by someone. Your brows knitted together when you saw Vash blocking your arm. 

"I think you've had enough to drink Y/n.." He smiled tensely at you.

You glared at him, "You don't get to decide that Vash," You spat with venom laced in your words.

He watched you uneasily as the bartender filled up your glass. You took another sip of it trying to get back to your high before being pulled somewhere. Being weaved through the crowd by the figure, you shivered when the feeling of the cold from the outside hit your skin. It was dark besides the small illumination provided by the moon. You were soon sat down on the ground by the person who happened to drag you out here. 

"What's the big idea, I want to go back in!" You said glaring at the figure. 

Vash sighed before crouching down to be at eye level with you. The light from the moon lit up his alluring eyes and they almost seemed to sparkle for a moment. "Y/n.. you need to stop drinking. Your drinking way too much." Vash said looking at your (eye color) eyes.

You let out a small huff as you turned your head away from him. His tense gaze still remained on you. Your head was clouded with memories and problems that had originally convinced you to drink earlier. You let out an annoyed groan, before feeling Vash approach you silently before hugging your small figure. Your eyes widen at his sudden actions. 

"What's this for?" You ask confused.

He stayed silent before pulling away with his hands still on your shoulders. "You seemed like you needed one," He uttered. 

"What's that supposed to mean?! You're the one who needs this! I saw how you were acting today it was so frustrating you were acting like you weren't bothered by the stupid incident when it's so obvious that it's bothering you! And you keep it to yourself. It's so annoying I don't want to see you hurting inside.." You confessed unconsciously. 

His face contorted in shock, while a blush formed on his face. He sat speechless at your words. You side-eyed him as a small blush formed on your face without permission before moving to hug him gently. 

"I care about you.. a lot.. and I don't want to see you so down.." You whispered. 

He stayed shocked before wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. You remained in that position for a while as you rubbed his back comfortingly and occasionally moved your hands up to the nape of his neck and rubbed the shaved part of his haircut. Hearing small sniffles from the man you were holding oh so closely, you gently took his glasses off of his face as they began to fog from his tears. Placing them on the top of your head delicately, you grabbed his face gently as he avoided eye contact with you. 

"I'm sorry for bringing it up.. I know you were just trying to drown it all out.." You whispered to him. "It just hurt me to be seeing you so down, so it bothered me.. I'm sorry.." 

He looked at you with tear-filled eyes, while yours began to get glossy. A single tear rolled down your cheek and soon others began to follow. Vash's heart sank knowing that you were concerned for him, he didn't want the person he cared about to be hurting because of him. Working up the courage, he gently kissed the small tear that rolled down the curves of your face gently. He soon made his way to the other tear before kissing the salty tear away. Shortly making his way up to your eyelids, and then finally, your lips. He pressed a small kiss on your slightly ajar lips, as your eyes widened. 

"Y/n.." He stammered out as blush consumed his face. He stayed silent again before shaking his head. "Nevermind.." He uttered. 

When he looked up at you, he noticed your shocked expression before standing up, "I don't want to take advantage of you when you're- we're drunk.. I'll do it next time.." He muttered. 

In less than no time, he held out his flesh hand out to you. You gently place your hand in his and he grabs hold of your hand as if it would break if he held onto it too tightly. He places his prosthetic hand on your waist before hoisting you up, and helping you walk back into the hotel/bar that you were staying in. 

"Let's get you to bed Y/n.." He said quietly so only you could hear.

Helping you up the stairs one by one, you were finally able to make it to your room. You grabbed the key from your pocket as your senses began to return to you. You unlocked it and Vash helped you into your room and gently sat you down on the bed. 

"I'll be taking my leave," he whispered quietly.

You let out a whine at his words before holding onto his hand. "Will you stay..?" You stammered. 

His eyes widened before he let out a small nod. You smiled making room on the bed for him. He took off his holster and jacket quickly before settling in beside you, looking at you. His mouth went agape as if he wanted to say something before he closed it again. You looked at him confused before moving closer to him, earning a small "eep" from Vash. 

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" You asked with worry laced in your tone.

He eyed you as a blush began to rise to his face. "No no! You're not making me uncomfortable.. I just.." He strayed.

"You just what?" You asked confused. 

He took a deep breath before answering, "I really like you Y/n.. and I don't want to make you uncomfortable and accidentally do something.." He whispered.

Your eyes widened as blush spread to your face. Soon that shock was replaced with a small smile as you gently kissed his temple. "I picked that up earlier when you kissed me.." You said softly. 

He blushed at the memory before putting a hand over his face to hide his blush. Smiling at his cuteness, you moved his hand from his face as he looked at you with his beautiful cyan eyes. You gently kissed his beauty mark as the blush on his face spread to his ears. He was sure you could hear his heartbeat which just so happened to be racing. You then looked at him with loving eyes before gently connecting your lips with his. Both of your lips moved in sync together treasuring the moment. Pulling away, you looked at him smiling and your eyes hooded. 

"I love you Vash the Stampede.." you whispered quietly.

His eyes shot in your direction as he grinned at you from ear to ear. "I love you too Y/n.." 

He wrapped his arms around you, while you buried your face in his chest. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head, as you both drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace. This had to be one of the best nights of your life. The person you loved and treasured dearly felt the same about you, you were finally able to hold him, to hug him, to kiss him, to comfort him. It made your heart race at the feeling. And little did you know, he was feeling the same as you. 

And all it took, was a little bit of courage.

The End!

#vash the stampede #vash trigun #vash x y/n #trigun stampede #trigun fluff #fluff #oneshot #x reader #vash x reader #trigun

[miamochi-writes]

I Choose You Wolfwood x Reader

A/n: Not a request but something I've been meaning to write when I first watched Wolfwood get introduced. This is much different from what you’ve seen of my writing so far. Let me know what you think! I try to do gender neutral with the reader but for this piece I’m going to make the reader female. Also mild trigger warning for those who don’t have a great relationship with religion. There’s a scene where I get into it after the read more button. Read at your own discretion.

You had no idea the impact that Nicholas Wolfwood would have on your life when you met on that faithful day. You were just an ordinary medic, except you ran away from your home and the religion that you grew up. You couldn’t take it anymore with their teachings and being forced to help people you didn’t exactly felt comfortable with. You thought anywhere was better than living or working with a cultlike community. Eventually you bumped into Vash, Meryl, and Roberto and managed to join the rag tag of a team.

You were traveling with them through No Man’s Land like any other day until you bumped into a man holding what looked like a giant wrapped up cross. You didn’t notice as you were bummed by the whole Jeneora Rock incident. It wasn’t until you felt a huge bump and felt yourself jolt from the impact and shaking your thoughts away.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” you asked as you saw a man unconscious. Meryl accidentally ran into a guy and you were panicking. You were not going to let him die on your watch.

“Hey! Stay with me! Guys I can patch him up but I need a place to work on him!” you panicked as you were trying to keep the man alive. You rushed to get him treated, and ended up in a nearby plant to nurse him back to health. Eventually he regained consciousness as you looked him.

“Hey are you okay? How are you feeling?” you asked. The man looked at you in a daze.

“Am I in Heaven because I’m looking at the face of an angel,” he muttered. You practically blushed as you were checking him.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re still alive. I’m a medic that helped patch you up,” you explained trying to force your blush away. You then found out how he was “a priest”. You were very skeptical of him as you were still wary of religion, and kept your distance. It wasn’t until you saw a child within the area who asked to help bury their parents and say a eulogy for them you saw this man’s true colors.

“Uh...Heavenly Father who art in Heaven...” the priest began.

“Forgive us our sins o Lord, as we forgive those who sinned against us,” he continued as you furrowed your eyebrows. That was not how the Lord’s prayer went exactly, maybe it was a different iteration?

“Please welcome their souls and the souls of all those who have faithfully departed...Into your...in your...what is it? Welcome them into your humble abode...into your prayer gates,” he said.

You opened your eyes to peak at what the heck this man was saying as Vash and Meryl were all giving each other confused looks. You knew for sure, this guy was not a priest with what he was saying.

“Deliver unto them...Deliverance...not quite but I’m getting there,” the man tried to continue but he faltered as his “cross” was leaning towards the ground as he tried to catch it. You couldn’t take it anymore as you and Meryl smacked him on the head.

“SOME PRIEST YOU ARE! THAT’S NOT EVEN THE CORRECT WAY TO SAY THE LORD’S PRAYER!” you yelled at him.

“Oh? And just what makes you say that?” he asked growling at you while rubbing his head.

“For your information this is how you start it! In the name of the Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit! Our Father, who art in Heaven,” you began as you did the hand motions to start. You recited it just like how your parents taught you all those years. Hell, you even added your twist to the eulogy with praying that the people who passed find peace and rest in their next chapter.

“Now that’s how you do a prayer and eulogy, got it?!” you yelled at him with your hands on your hips and walked back with the group. The “priest” just stared at you with a slight growl and tched as he grabbed his “cross”.

Little did you know after that whole ordeal, one thing led to another. There was the whole worm incident and how the man’s “cross” was some other worldly high tech weapon that can obliterate a worm. He practically rescued you when you got lost, and freed everyone from being trapped in the worm. You were just speechless when you witnessed him using it as he chuckled at your shocked face.

“Cat got your tongue angel?” he commented with that shit eating grin.

“I have a name you know, it’s y/n,” you retorted.

“The name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood, don’t forget it angel,” he replied forever calling you that nickname that irked you.

You’ve been traveling with him for quite awhile and started to learn more about him. Despite his tough exterior he’s got a soft side. You learned he was an orphan and how he had a soft spot for kids. Seeing him trying to get kids to look at the brighter side or cheering them up warmed your heart. It was one of the things that made you want to spend more time with him despite how much you bickered with each other. Little did you know your crush for him only grew bigger the more you spent time with him.

Eventually you started growing fond of him, and practically knew him. But he didn’t know you or your background. You figured you wouldn’t bring it up unless he did. You took a pit stop at a town bar one day. Both of you sat next to each other grabbing a drink, just enjoying each other’s company while the others did their own thing.

“Hey, remember when we first met?” Wolfwood asked.

“Yeah, how can I forget? We practically ran you over and found out you were a shitty priest,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, but you know something’s been bugging me since we met. What’s your story? You practically know religion from the back of your hand perfectly. Doesn’t make sense why you’re with us when you’re not at a church,” he continued. You gripped your drink slightly as you looked down. You knew this was going to be brought up sooner or later. You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts.

“I ran away from home and my religion. To say my family is overly religious is an understatement. I practically grew up with it and was forced to learn the customs early on. At first I thought what I was doing was normal until I made some friends and realized the way we practiced was excessive. I was always uncomfortable with the people I went to at church. I never felt welcomed, I felt judged constantly like everyone focused on my mistakes and never my accomplishments. It’s like I had to keep up appearances or I get lectures,” you started. You can feel your hand gripping your clothes. Remembering or even talking about religion always made you tense.

“Sorry, it’s a bit TMI, I know,” you apologized as you took a swig of your drink.

“No it’s not, I had no idea you went through that. Continue, I’m listening” he answered as his shades hid his eyes and showed your reflection.

“I was sick and tired of being told what was right and wrong in their eyes. It just felt like I wasn’t living my life how I wanted. I wanted to be free, and decided to run away. I haven’t looked back since then and I’m glad I bumped into this group. I haven’t felt so comfortable being myself in a long time. I felt welcomed, and I can choose who to help instead of being forced to. I’m actually helping people who need it you know? So when you first introduced yourself as a priest, I was a bit scared of you. But after learning more about you, I’m glad you’re not a priest telling me my soul is going to rot in hell,” you continued as you let out a small chuckle.

“Can’t forget how you hit me when you found out. You left a nasty bruise that day. But I like someone who can put up a fight,” Wolfwood commented as he pulled out a cigarette and started smoking. Thankfully, he blew his smoke away from you as he knew how much you didn’t like it. You blushed with what he said and nudged him.

“Knock it off!” you whined as he chuckled.

“But seriously though, I didn’t know you had to go through that. I can see why you would leave. Sorry for bringing that up,” he replied rubbing his neck.

“I mean you were going to find out sooner or later, but honestly I’m glad I’m far away from home now. Meeting everyone here has been great. But I guess you don’t want to hang with some ex-church member after finding out huh?” you brought up and looked away from him. You understood if he didn’t want to be near you.

“I don’t care about that crap. I think it’s brave of you to leave something like that. That takes guts,” he answered looking you dead on.

“Wait, you mean it?” you asked.

“Dead serious. I think it’s brave that the person who brought me back to life did all that and is with us,” he explained as he smoked again. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt yourself get hot as a blush crept to your cheeks. You didn’t know if he was actually serious like he said, but you figured you might as well enjoy it before he goes back to being his usual self again the next day.

"Thanks that means a lot Wolfwood. I’m glad we met. I can’t thank you for the amount of times you kept me safe,” you muttered that last part thinking he didn’t hear it. You saw Wolfwood rub your hair and turn away as you told him to quit it. He then raised his beer and looked you in the face looking a bit red.

“Toast for new beginnings,” he said waiting for you to do the same.

“To new beginnings and good company,” you added as you clinked his glass and drank the night away. 

~*~

The next morning, you went to go grab some medical supplies for the group before heading out to the next city. You wanted to go alone and not bother anyone since you wanted to take care of things as soon as possible. You were about to head back until you stopped in your tracks when your eyes locked on to someone you least expected.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Is that you y/n?”

You couldn’t believe that the priest from your old church was right there standing across from you.

“No, it can’t be. Why are you here?” you asked taking a step back.

“Oh come now, is that how you welcome me after we’ve been searching for you? After all, I practically knew you since you were born. We miss you and your parents as well. Why don’t you come back with us and leave this wretched town? You’re wasting your efforts on saving people who don’t deserve to be saved,” he offered.

You were practically frozen in your tracks, horrified that this was real and not some nightmare.

“That’s not true, I’ve helped so many people who deserve a second chance. You only let me help people you wanted to save and shunned people who really needed it. I had to watch people suffer when we turned them away when we easily could have helped them. What you did was not right or godly! You made people suffer!” you argued shaking from anger and fear.

“I see you’re still going through a rebellious phase. You should know that suffering brings us closer to God remember? As for helping people in need… You say that, yet how would those same people felt if they knew the real you?” he asked as you felt your stomach do knots.

“That’s right, no one would understand you but us my dear. A runaway who abandoned their parents, church, and community just so they can explore the world? I don’t think people would like that now would they? No matter, if you come back I’ll forgive you of all your sins and the trouble you’ve caused since you left. You wouldn’t want to upset your parents more do you? After all, they’ve been a laughing stock ever since you left us. Maybe they’ll forgive you if you’re obedient again. Even your friends, they’ve all been punished by your leave. It’s your fault you know. You brought this upon yourself” he continued as you felt the guilt crawling up your neck. You dropped your supplies and looked at the ground feeling trapped. He knew how to get in your head. You hate how he still had a hold of you mentally. You didn’t realize how your departure would affect other people. Were you causing more harm than good?

“That’s what I thought, I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s bring you home shall we?” the priest spoke as he walked closer to you. Your heart was racing as you were screaming to get your body to move. This is not what you wanted, but you were paralyzed with these overwhelming emotions and thoughts. Maybe this was for the best? Maybe you were being a burden? Did you even consider how others felt about you joining them?

SLAP!

You looked up to see Wolfwood was in front of you and how he slapped the priest’s face.

“Wolfwood...” you spoke.

“Take another step towards ‘em and I’ll be sending you a one way ticket to the afterlife, and I guarantee you’re not going to Heaven,” Wolfwood threatened.

“How dare you hit a messenger of God! You must be one of the people who’s been filling their head with nonsense. Let me guess, Y/b must have sold you the sob story about how horrible we were just so they can follow those selfish desires,” the priest hissed.

“Shut up! Some priest you are! You say you miss Y/n and that you’ll forgive ‘em, yet here you are making them feel like it’s their fault for everything? For the record, Y/n has saved more people than you can count compared to your stupid cult! I trust them more than someone who claims to be symbol of God,” Wolfwood spat back.

“And just who are you to insult me?” the priest asked.

“I’m the Punisher! I make a better priest than you fool! And for the record, you didn’t even ask Y/n to choose asshole! Y/n is a person who can make their own decisions! Let them decide who they want to be with,” Wolfwood offered.

“Fine then, y/n who do you choose? Your family and community that truly know you or this unholy man you barely met?” the priest asked. You looked at Wolfwood as he looked behind you with his hand reaching out to yours. The priest did the same as you bit your thumb. You then looked at Wolfwood again as he said something only you could hear. “Whatever you choose, I respect. Just know, I felt like I was the luckiest guy on No Man’s Land when you took care of me that day we meet. I meant everything I said last night. Anyone is lucky to have you with them, including me...y/n,” he spoke.

Your glossy eyes widened as you felt your mouth quiver. You were shaking, but hearing those words did something to you. How could you possibly forget about last night? The fact that he was serious and not influenced by the alcohol made you realize something. Wolfwood accepted you for who you were. He listened to you and gave you the time of day. He didn’t judge you when you opened up about your past. He liked you for you. You ran to Wolfwood and held on to him for dear life as you buried your head on his chest.

“I choose you! I choose you Wolfwood! I will always choose you!” you managed to let out as you started crying. You felt him hold you tight as he caressed your hair.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me angel,” he reassured and then looked at the priest.

“If you lay one finger on ‘em, or if I so much catch you trying to guilt trip Y/n again, I’ll skin you alive and play with your bones until you’re dead. You’re lucky I didn’t bring my weapon or I would shoot you on the spot. You got that?!” Wolfwood sneered as he held you close to his side.

The priest staggered as he took a step back and ran the other direction as he looked in fear. Hopefully that was the last you would ever see of him.

“Hey, you’re okay now. He’s gone,” Wolfwood said as you felt your legs give out from how mentally and emotionally exhausted you were.

“How did you know I was here?” you asked.

“You took too long and figured something happened. Glad I went looking for you,” he said as he picked up your things and put it in your bag. You tried to stop crying, but no luck. You then saw Wolfwood give you one of his lollipops.

“Take it, you need it after today. It’s your favorite flavor anyway,” he offered. You popped the sweet candy into your mouth. 

“Thank you Wolfwood,” you managed to speak as you tried to stop the tears from flowing.

“Can you stand?” He asked as you shook your head.

He then picked you up bridal style leaving you flustered. You figured he was strong enough to carry you since he carried that machine gun of his all the time. But him carrying you? That’s a first.

“Save it, let’s get you back with the others. Plus, I meant what I said back there earlier. I’m not letting anyone hurt the person I care about so long as you’re with me. Got it?” he said as he carried you back to the hotel you were staying at. he held a firm grip on you making sure you were secure in his arms.

You held on to him on the way back just listening to his heart beat. You were lucky to have him. He kept you safe and sound after everything that happened. You felt yourself getting sleepy, but you also kept true to your word. If you could choose all over again, you would always choose him.  

#wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x y/n #trigun stampede #trigun #miamochi writes #trigun fic #the punisher #punisher x you #punisher x reader

[novemberfyshenuke]

Trigun AU

I was crying over my exams, so I went ahead and doodled a little more on the dentist au to cope. Here are the headcanons I came up with lol

Livio

Originally, Livio was meant to be a coworker or even an assistant to Knives in his clinic but I had a revelation. I think there's two things he is most likely to be: A dancer and self defense trainer. No one really expects a bulky guy like him to be so free flowing like that. I think it brings such a fun vibe to him.

He has a space above Knives' clinic and can often be seen picking up children from the ground floor.

He grew up in the church with Nico so he's someone who values God.

He slouches as if to make him smaller. The guy struggles to be stern with his students.

Razlo

Razlo is most likely a prosecutor. Livio grew up in a dangerous and terrible environment before he was brought to the church, so Razlo can be fiercely protective over him. That doesn't mean he hasn't hurt him at some point.

Razlo is musically skilled. I like to think the two of them have a thing going on where Razlo starts playing a random tune out loud and Livio's starts vibing to that.

Meryl

She's a journalist. Well, more like a blogger. Milly and her grew up in the same neighborhood and that's how she met Roberto. In her mind, she admires him and his job. As she grew older though, she did come to realize Roberto isn't the flawless role model she always thought of.

She's very perceptive and quite the smart cookie, but tends to get ahead of herself when she's too excited.

Loud unintentionally. It does benefit her with her work at times, but hanging out with friends? Just bury her six feet under, won't you?

She's studying accountancy because. Just because. I see her being stressed out at the data she's had to recompute for the past hour because Vash is being too loud.

Milly

MY GIRLLLLL

She works part time in a cafe/ restaurant her family owns

Roberto is her uncle (DON'T ARGUE WITH ME)

She's really strong from the amount of groceries and stocks she's asked to carry by her family

Also studying accountancy because she saw how determine Meryl was with her studies.

I guarantee you she finishes the homework first and Meryl asks to doublecheck her answers to see if she (Meryl) got it correct.

Many would call her naive but really, she just likes seeing the good in people. Her parents raised their kids that way afterall.

Her family's restaurant is where the gang hangs out most days.

She's really into motocross and that's how she and Nico bonded over.

Isn't really sporty but will definitely join and demolish you in basically any sport. Basketball? Just try dunking that ball when she's guarding. Hockey? Bro those bruises are going to hurt.

She's got really good luck and she's also really good at board games.

She does tend to get overly emotional though and acts before thinking. Meryl is always quick to swoop in and steady her in these situations.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

He's an actual priest. I know he has a lot of repressed feelings because of his duties. I mean. His entire inner monologue is just, "You shine so unbelievably bright. You create hope for the people around you like the very god I worship. But it's not like I'd kiss you on the lips or anything or...or whatever."

He's definitely looks older than he actually is.

Weak lungs when he was a child and he's still on medication. That doesn't stop him from smoking though. Everyone around him is always telling him to stop but his response is always, "They didn't fix my lungs just so I don't make use of them."

He can't grow a beard. The best he can get is his stubble and so he is so envious of Roberto's.

He's always dropping bible verses and then gets corrected by Knives about certain facts from the book. He hates him for it.

Legato

He's a fashion designer. He loves being in the field just not as the main focus anymore.

Elegant af in public and yet so unhinged with his crew.

He's got a wonderful voice; probs does voice acting on the side for animated shows/movies.

I like to think everyone takes a look at his work and then research him only to be jumpscared by his alt lifestyle on instagram.

He's cringe as hell to his friend group ngl. He'd sing his early 2000s Avril Lavigne in that overtly cartoonish emo voice.

He's a little obsessed with getting Knives to model for him after they shared one class in college.

Elindira

An influencer and Livio's business partner.

Much stricter on lessons and I think that's why they're compatible.

She's also a lawyer, because I can see her fighting an argument for Livio and winning.

She's very mature...when's not with Legato. Then they immediately link and start bickering like siblings.

She's the type to use a number of pet names for everyone.

Red sportscar. Red lipstick. In her pajamas and wearing cat-eyed shades while holding her head because of the hang-over she has but she still has to pick up the tiny menace from middle school. (Zazie)

She's a wine aunt and you can't convince me otherwise.

Never had a bad hair day in her life

Terrible blunt about things it honestly causes more harm than good but she won't ever lie to your face.

Vash

He likes collecting happy meal toys and displaying them in a glass cabinet in the family house dining room. This has translated to him collecting every single mascot figurine from business partners and local businesses around the area.

In high school, he worked part-time promoting Milly's family restaurant by spinning a sign around in a beat up rented mascot suit. No one will ever know who the kid behind that giant dog head was.

Mama's boy...cough

He dresses like an 80s rockstar or a biker but he's never actually approached a bike because of Mama Rem's constant helicopter parenting.

People just assume he's a 'bad boy' because he has a piercing and is a little full of himself at times.

When he's not interning at Knives' clinic, he's an emergency medical volunteer.

He's always been more of an 'I excel in theory but not in practice' guy.

He once made a patient's gums bleed and had them sobbing because he was too focused on getting on with the procedure he messed up the prep work.

Sneaks candies from the jar on top of Knives' desk

He has a prosthetic because I think it's funny for boyfailure no.1 to randomly have the batteries die or it doesn't function correctly.

Dyslexic and was quite sensitive as a child so he often got picked on.

Knives

Boyfailure no. 2 is a well-known specialist who's always rebelled against his mom but still ended up following her footsteps in the field.

He's lazy. He really feels disgusted having to stick his hands in someone's mouth cavity, but dang does his morbid curiosity always win.

I like to think he's mellowed out here because Vash and him watched My Little Pony and at the same time Superbook. He's like super confused and yet enlightened by all these moral stories and going, "Yeah, you're right, Jesus. Twilight Sparkle did deserve better!" or something...

His older cousin, Tesla, always picks on him for going by Knives rather than the name their mom picked out for him.

Do I think Knives is a kid who decided to pick a chosen name when he was 12? Yes. Yes I do.

He excels objectively and fails miserably when it comes to subjective things.

He wears sandals. Rem always got him and Vash those Velcro strap shoes so he, although he doesn't want to admit it, doesn't know how to tied his laces. He also refuses to search it up because he's convinced himself that Vash has this wagered war of who learns from the youtube video first.

He has difficulty accepting affection despite having Vash and Rem around because as a child, Vash came first. He needed to be prioritized.

Imma get to the others another time.

#trigun maximum #trigun stampede #trigun 98 #knives million #tristamp #millions knives #trigun vash #drabble #vash the stampede #trimax #trigun milly #polygun #legato #wolfwood #milly thompson #meryl #trigun meryl #livio #nai #milly #vash #elendira the crimsonnail #livio the double fang #elendira trigun #razlo the tri punisher of death #razlo the trip of death #razlo trigun #trigun

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

are we ready to talk about the pseudoincestuous parallels in vashwood that reference kv and livwood. ARE WE READY TO TALK ABOUT THEM YET BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!!!

like it is NOT a coincidence that vash finds himself a big brother caretaker type to shack up with and it is NOT a coincidence that wolfwood falls for a crybaby with a soft heart. IT IS NOT.

me staring at wolfwood like. you wanna fuck your little brother so bad but you can't ruin him like that you can't ruin him with your hands covered in blood. you fuck an angel instead and pretend it's any different.

i actually do not want to think about what vash is displacing onto wolfwood bc it'll break me but if i had to guess i'd say it's the "i couldn't fix knives, i couldn't love him enough for him to be kind. let me do it over again. let me do it over again" mixed with like...

this is a version of my brother who wants to protect instead of eradicate and this is a version of my brother who listens to me. if i love him enough maybe this can end differently (he is wrong and he knows it but he has to try)

this is ALSO why post vol10 livvash makes me batshit crazy because YOU WERE THE LITTLE BROTHERS LEFT BEHIND. widowers bound together by mutual tragedy and guilt and pain and the corpse of the man you both loved rotting in the ground. one of you killed him the other one buried him.

there is nothing left for the two of you but to love each other instead.

#FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!! #livio the doublefang #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #vashwood #livwood #trigun #trigun maximum spoilers

[needlab7]

someone to last your whole life

68k, explicit

post-trimax domestic fluff

Wolfwood looks different. Different than even the hundreds of ghosts—threads of shimmering grey shot through his temples and fine lines splintered out around his eyes like someone dragged a feather through damp clay. Like he’s aged almost decade in the year since he— “Died,” Vash rasps. “You died.” Wolfwood’s eyebrows shoot up in an expression that Vash has remembered so many times that his own faulty memory rewrote over the real thing. “This isn’t—how?” he asks, voice warping around the cold static clogging his mouth. “You ever hear of Jesus Christ?” Wolfwood grins, and it’s exactly the same. Like no time has passed. Like he’s so proud of his stupid joke. Like Vash didn’t lay his still-warm corpse in the ground and bury him on the other side of that building.

Like the inexorable inspiral of a binary star, Vash is drawn back to the orphanage in December and the unexpectedly empty grave of his dearest friend.

Or, Vash and Wolfwood and all their tomorrows.

I'm so excited to finally share the first chapter of my fic for the @vashwoodbigbang !!

Gorgeous art is by the wonderful kyyhky7 on twitter

#vashwood #trigun #my fic #ahhh I can’t believe it’s posting time!!! it feels like I’ve been writing this for a thousand years #vashwood big bang #trigun maximum spoilers

[muffin-artz3]

Reader x Knives Imagine

Human

Very slow burn with a lot of angst (enemies to lovers??) Human is an ex-earth soldier. I'm definitely not a writer so bear with me.

Part 2 Part 3

A Human and a young independent Plant became friends while part of the Earth Federation Army. They go rouge and escape to an uncharted planet to live peacefully, to finally put down their guns and forsake killing. Surprised to find that the planet has life, they meet Vash and his gang. Naturally they become good friends and share a lot in common.

Life isn't perfect, but they learn to get by on the new planet and it starts to feel like home. After months of getting to know No Man's Land, the Plant meets Knives one night, while they are alone. He sensed them from afar and is intrigued to know them and gain them as an ally. They talk and he is disgusted by her fondness for humans and how she defends them. He kills the independent Plant. Her last breath used to say her human friend’s name. 

Her Human and Vash's gang appear. The Human collapses to the ground and mourns the Plant heavily, while Knives mocks the "fake concern", and starts monologuing about how humans and plants can never coexist. Preparing to kill them all.

During his little speech, the Human snaps and tells him to shut up. Making Knives pause. They scream that they would have given their own life to bring back the Plant. To swap places. Their friend was a young Plant, only 20 years old with centuries to live. The loss of their friend was a loss to the universe. Together they came to No Man's Land to escape being used as tools.

The Human then mocks him back, that he is exactly like humans. Fake in his concern. Killing his same kind because he can't understand or accept the differences of another.

Standing, the Human dedicates what little time they may have left to avenging their friend--their family. They pick up their gun again, and manage to shoot Knives in the shoulder during his moment of disbelief. Shocking everyone. The Human then tells him that they will hunt him down for the loved one he had taken from them. That if he acts like a human, he will die like one.

Knives is stunned, barely snapping out of it to attack again in pure rage, but Vash gets in the way. While fighting Vash and dodging bullets, Knives can't help hearing the Human’s words echoing in the back of is mind. Comparing the human’s speech to his own ideals. 

His first witness to how humans can accept something that is different and love them back. Going as far as to kill for a plant. It leaves him pondering and distracted. He retreats to his airship to not waste further energy. Watching the human, from far above.

After he escapes the Human can't be consoled by Vash or the gang. They bury their friend and refuse to move from their grave side for 9 days. Taking very little water or food. After the 9th day, they leave in the night and start their hunt for Knives.

#trigun #knives x reader #millions knives #trigun x reader #trigun stampede #trigun imagines #my gibberish #reader is a seasoned solider here #and very good at what they use to do #trigun Nia #million knives imagine

[needle-noggins]

Funeral Rites

Vash has buried hundreds of people before. He tells himself this one will be no different. He knows this is a lie.

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Here it is finally, the fic that has possessed me. Posted to Ao3 as well. Major spoilers for Volume 10 of Trigun Maximum.

Vashwood with a hint of future Vashmeryl, canon-typical gory imagery, and a heavy dose of religious allegory. Sorry for being Catholic, as if it’s my fault.

And a massive THANK YOU to the incredible @frappeflamingo for beta reading. The better half of this would not have happened without her!

Vash has buried hundreds of people before. He tells himself this one will be no different. He knows this is a lie.

—

He sits unnaturally still, listening. Hoping. Praying to a God he doesn’t believe in.

The church bell tolls. The bottle hits the ground. The prayer goes unanswered.

Trembling, Vash moves his hand to his face, first to cover his mouth, then his eyes. All he knows right now is the rage boiling under his skin. Feathers manifest from his hunched shoulders. White wings unfurl, punching into the sky. Reaching outward and upward in desperation.

A burst of white-hot light escapes the desert surface and enters the stratosphere. Somewhere, somehow, a drop of blood escapes a fresh cut on Knives’ skin. Vash knows, he can feel it. And he can hear his brother’s contemptuous laughter.

The explosion of feathers settles. Vash feels utterly spent and his chest is heaving. He looks down and grabs the bottle of whiskey by the neck. He throws it forward in frustration. It lodges itself in the sand with a thunk. 

The bottle of Bride doesn't break. 

Vash turns to Wolfwood, shakily reaching out to move the hair out of his eyes. His hair is soft, his skin still warm. Vash holds his cheek in his hand. Wolfwood looks as peaceful as one can be when covered in blood and riddled with bullet holes. He closes his eyelids. Had he noticed before the length of Wolfwood’s lashes? Vash takes some fabric from his coat and wipes the blood off his cheeks, over his lips. In another life, those lips would curl into a smile and make a snide comment to ruin the moment. But they won’t.They never will, not again.

Vash shatters.

He reaches out to Wolfwood, taking his head in his hands and cradling it to his chest. His mouth opens to cry, but no sound escapes. He is given no reprieve. He feels like his head is going to explode with the pressure. A weak whine finally leaves his body as he begins to rock back and forth. He grips the back of Wolfwood's jacket, his fingers ripping the bullet holes into shreds. Vash isn’t ready to let Wolfwood go. Crying there, desperately holding onto that tattered black fabric, a hundred years seem to pass. He can think of nothing but the words that died on his lips along with his partner.

They stay like that for some unknown amount of time until his sorrow is interrupted by hiccups.

Vash heads towards the nearest stable. He finds one attached to the back of the town's inn. A few thomas eat out of a trough nearby. Their idle crunches are louder, maybe, than the day’s gunfire left ringing in his ears. Vash hiccups again.

Grief does funny things to you. Vash knows this well. He knows the way the chiming of church bells and the lingering smell of gunpowder will forever trigger these memories. He knows how this day will bleed out over his vision of Wolfwood, staining his face and his laugh and the way he said Vash's name. Remembering Wolfwood will be synonymous with remembering sitting on that damn couch. He'll probably prefer sitting in chairs now.

He finds a shovel tucked away with a few other farming supplies and reaches for the worn wooden handle.

"You goin' somewhere with that, son?"

Vash jumps. He turns to find a stocky older woman, face wrinkled with decades of sun, with hands on her hips and stains on her apron. The innkeeper.

"I uh... - hic - need to bury, uh… a friend." The word “friend” is empty and wrong. There would be no right words. It's second nature for Vash to lie to strangers, but this feels different. It feels like betrayal.

Sometimes Vash feels like his emotions are as big as the desert, as deep as space. He's trapped in the middle and completely, utterly alone. This stranger would never understand, Vash thinks, and he feels more alien than ever. He's sure that normal people don't feel this way. He is alone and singular in his deepest grief and there is no one on this planet who could possibly understand him. At least, not anymore. He’s alone now.

"Yer part of that shoot-out, huh?"

Vash only nods. The shovel handle is smooth and cool as he fiddles with it in his palms.

"Well, sorry to hear 'bout your friend. There's food inside if ya want some, and ya can wash up when yer done," she says as he turns to walk away.

"I'm not really-" He stops himself. "Thanks." Vash smiles back at her, but a hiccup ruins it. He has done nothing to deserve this kindness. He quickly turns and walks out of the stable.

You still deserve to eat, Tongari. Wolfwood’s voice crashes into his mind like a pebble through a window. He can practically hear it. He can feel the annoyance and the care hidden beneath it in his voice. 

He thinks of Rem. Rem’s love for humanity became his; he loved the world fiercely, without question. She wanted Vash to take care of others. Wolfwood just wanted Vash to take care of himself. 

And Vash’s monument of self-loathing begins to crumble.

Grains of sand part as Vash drags the shovel. Was the inn really that far from the orphanage? Or is it the leaden weight of Vash's boots, leading him to a task he bitterly wishes he didn't have to do? It's too hot. Sweat beads on his forehead and drips down his back. Why does he insist on wearing all these layers? He arrives at his destination, careful not to look directly at Wolfwood. He puts his back to the couch and removes his coat, casting it behind him. The desert breeze cools his shoulders.

Nothing else to do now. The shovel breaks ground.

Vash has buried hundreds of people. He cried for every one of them. People around him die so easily and violently while his own life is so endlessly, unbearably long.  He’s a walking natural disaster, after all. The humanoid typhoon. Someone called him the god of death once. People around Vash die, and, like a dutiful grim reaper, he mourns for them and lays them to rest. Grief has been a constant in Vash’s life ever since he lost Rem. Was it worth letting someone in?

Vash wants to collapse inwards, crawl into the familiar safety of loneliness… but there’s also an unfamiliar urge to reach out for someone, to share his grief with them. And yet. Reaching out is how he ended up here, digging another grave, feeling the depths of a pain he had avoided for over a century. It wasn’t worth it, he thinks bitterly. 

No, that’s not true.

It was worth it. He had to believe it was, or Wolfwood’s memory meant nothing. The pair had spent countless days together, riding across the desert, drinking in shitty diners, bickering over nothing. They had stood, back to back, fighting in perfect sync without saying a word. Wolfwood had brought him so much companionship, so much joy. Just two motherless boys who grew up too fast. They understood each other in ways Vash couldn’t describe. Perhaps that’s why Wolfwood slipped under his radar.

Was it so bad, to allow himself to have a moment of companionship, of happiness?

He thinks of Meryl.

The sound of church bells ring out, interrupting Vash's thoughts. He lodges the shovel in the pile of sand he's built up. Has he dug enough? He sits and realizes for the first time how winded he is. Laying down next to the grave as a measuring guide, he inspects it. It's the right size, he thinks. In fact, it might be a little wider than it needs to be. Two bodies could fit.

Vash closes his eyes and considers staying there. A dirt nap wouldn't be so bad. Let them decay together. Together and inseparable. The worms would have a feast until nothing remained but their bones, pressed together in eternity.

He's sure he's got one bullet left. After placing Wolfwood in the dirt, if he then angled his own body just right, he could fall right in... And Vash the Stampede, the outlaw, would be no more. He would vanish without a trace. Maybe some poor unsuspecting soul will exhume their bodies one day and find his gun, metallic arm, and a bullet in his skull. Make up myths about the man who walked right into death to follow love. The god of death turned into the god of grief. 

Or maybe, something monstrous will happen to Vash, as things always seem to do. His remains could sprout a tree, making this place a biological anomaly and a wonder. Vash's roots would feed on the grave’s organic material, turning it into fruit for the masses to eat. 

This is my body, which will be given up for you.

Vash pulls his gun out of the holster strapped to his leg. He considers the way it shades his face from the twin suns burning overhead. He considers the way it could shade him from the empty pit in his chest. But Vash knows better than to hide behind his gun. He sits up and tosses it. It lands harmlessly in the sand next to the bottle of Bride.

Vash stands and moves to the couch. He lifts Wolfwood as delicately as he can, one arm behind his broad back and the other under the crook of his knees. It doesn’t escape him that Wolfwood’s hand is, somehow, still gripping the shot glass. Rigor mortis doesn’t usually set in so quickly. It’ll just have to go with him. He looks down. The bottom of the grave is so far away. Wolfwood’s body is so heavy. He steps carefully, carrying Wolfwood over the line left by his shovel in the sand. It would be bad luck, he thinks, to step on the threshold, but he's not sure why.

This part is usually a bit awkward if you don’t know what you’re doing.

Don't dump me in, Tongari, or I'll haunt your ass. Have some god-damn respect. Vash can practically see the way Wolfwood's eyes would glint mischievously, knowing Vash has never done anything to anyone without the utmost care.

Vash gently sets Wolfwood down on the sand before stepping into the grave himself. He picks the body up from the edge, setting him to rest at his feet. This is it. 

Vash steps to the head of the grave and sits in the dirt. Tears well up, blurring his vision. He desperately fumbles for Wolfwood, extending his legs and wrapping his bare arms around his body. He presses Wolfwood’s back close to his chest like a prized possession. This time, the sobs are loud and immediate. Viscous tears bloom across Wolfwood’s lapels, staining them a deep maroon. 

“You idiot,” he says breathlessly, “You fucking idiot.” Vash thumbs the holes in the jacket, considering them while he sobs.

Baptized by bullets, cleansed in blood. Idiot. Idiot. Wolfwood did not have to die to be redeemed.

This is my blood, the blood of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for you and for many, for the forgiveness of sins.

Vash curses his monstrous body. He wishes he could stop crying, stop making Wolfwood look even worse, even more dead. He sobs once more and tightens his grip. He wishes he could absorb him into his skin, carry him in his heart.

Wings extend again from Vash’s back. They reach forward, wrapping around and concealing the two of them from the world above. Here, in this cradle of feathers, he wishes he could fly away with Wolfwood’s soul. He wishes he could escort him to the next life. But, even if he could, he wouldn’t know how. 

So instead, he kisses the crown of Wolfwood’s head and closes his eyes, breathing him in. He tries to ignore the acrid smell of blood, focusing instead on the smell of smoke and whiskey. The wind blows a few stray confetti pieces into the grave. 

Vash sits there, cradling him until the tears have dried up and his mouth has dried out. His arms feel weak, his chest heaving, his eyelids heavy. He has no idea how long he’s held vigil like this. He shifts slightly and feels something in Wolfwood’s jacket pocket. Inside Vash finds a small booklet, barely touched and now tacky with blood. A missal. It opens to a page on funeral rites, bookmarked with a ribbon. Vash wonders if this was probably one of the few things Wolfwood actually did as a priest. He called himself an undertaker, after all. Vash holds onto it. 

He weakly kicks the dirt and stands, taking care to rest Wolfwood’s head as gently as possible.

“See?” He says, “Respectful.” He reaches down to run his fingers through Wolfwood’s hair and wipes away a tear before it can fall. It smudges red across Vash’s palm. He laughs weakly. “But I wouldn’t mind a haunting every once in a while.”

Vash climbs back to the surface, setting the missal down, and takes the shovel. The only thought crossing his mind now is how tired he is, how hungry. He really should eat something.

Filling the grave takes half the amount of time it took to dig. It almost feels like it was over too quickly. 

The grave needs something. A headstone. Vash looks around. There’s not much more than sand and rubble here, but there’s a rocky outcropping down the hill. If he gathered enough of the same size and shape he could make a cross over the grave.

Vash goes on a rock hunt.  He digs around carefully at the bottom of the hill, paying close attention to each one he finds, the smoothness of its surface, its weight, and compares its size to the others. This collection of rocks has to be perfect. He finds a smooth, round stone to serve as the center. Two stones left and right, two stones above, and four to make the long end.  He also finds a pebble that looks like a dick, and he pockets it. He knew someone who would’ve loved it. Vash suddenly realizes how long the shadows around him have grown.

In his search, he finds the Punisher. The massive weapon sits in the sand surrounded by confetti. Wolfwood must have cast it aside at some point.

Vash sets the rocks down. He can’t just leave this here. He takes a moment to conceal the gun in its old cloth. There was a certain way Wolfwood folded the canvas so there were no open spots, but Vash can’t remember it now. It takes him several attempts, each one more frustrating than the last, until he gets it right. He can’t find all of the buckles and belts that hold the fabric down, so he rips a few straps off his own boots. He’s got enough to spare anyway.

Vash stacks his rock collection in the crook of his prosthetic and loops the fingers of his right hand under one of the straps, lifting the weapon. He hoists it onto his back. It is so heavy. It feels like it could crush him. Vash climbs back up the hill, careful not to drop anything. The couch now feels so far away.

Vash trips. His fingers slip. The Punisher rolls off his shoulder and Vash barely catches himself with his right arm. The rocks he’s cradling are safe, though. He didn’t drop any of them. There’s a sharp pain in his right palm, and he lifts it to see a fresh wound across his skin. How many times? How many times must he bleed for Wolfwood?

He wipes his palm on his thigh and continues his journey.

Vash leaves the Punisher staked in the ground at the head of the grave. He begins the task of arranging the stones as carefully as he can across the sand. He rearranges them, trying every combination he can think of. He tries to group them by their shape, lining them up perfectly. He looks at them from every angle. He pushes them into the sand a little - no, that’s worse. He picks them up, smooths the sand underneath, and tries again until he’s satisfied with their configuration.

He takes the missal again, pulling the ribbon up to reveal the page Wolfwood had bookmarked. Among others, Vash finds a prayer for departed priests.

Wolfwood never really told him exactly what his relationship to religion was. It just wasn’t something they discussed. He had told Vash he was a priest, but, if anything, he seemed to flaunt every rule. Still, the pages of the book are worn. It had meant something for him to provide this service to people. Vash isn’t religious, but it's the least he can do to respect whatever sense of sacrament Wolfwood had. He reads it aloud.

"May thy clemency, which we implore, O Lord, benefit the soul of thy servant..." Here the prayer calls for a name, which gives Vash pause, "...Nicholas…” 

This isn’t right. This isn’t him.

“...Thy priest, that he may attain everlasting fellowship with Him in Whom he hoped and believed…”

He shuts the missal. This isn’t right. This can’t be it. It’s not genuine. It’s not enough for what Wolfwood was and – oh God, one of the stones is out of place and another is placed upside down. It’s all wrong. Wolfwood deserves something that shows he was here. That he is here. He was important, he mattered. Vash collapses to his knees before the grave, hands gripping into the sand. The grains sting the cuts on his palm. He sobs again. There are no tears left. He shuts his eyes and screams. This isn’t fair. He takes a fistful of sand and throws it as hard as he can.

A blast of energy throws Vash flat onto his back, knocking the wind out of him.

Vash lays there for a moment to catch his breath.

He does a quick body scan. All there, all normal. No angel arm, but a small flurry of downy feathers drift back down through the air, landing around him.

What did he just do? He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. Vash wonders how black his hair has become.

He sits up on his elbows and looks past his feet. The rocks are gone. In their place, a large, singular slab. A perfect cross etched across the surface. A proper headstone.

He stands, picking up the missal once again. He moves toward the Punisher, wrapping one arm around it. Its presence steadies him. He lets out a shaky sigh.

“Through our Lord… Amen."

Vash drops his head back and stares at the sky for a moment. Two birds fly above him, their shadows briefly passing overhead.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun fanfiction #vashwood #vashwood fanfic #there goes my baby (this fic) off to kill people #im so proud of this stupid thing