#vash angst

[h4venpha]

i think i find comfort in vashwood because of their unwillingness to say outloud how they care and love for one another. like CANONLY, theres so, so much they dont say, yet their actions reflect everything.

i’m pretty sure i’ve spoke on this before but i like to think that they never say more than they need to because of the world they live in, the type of people they are, the type of upbringings theyve had. it all stems back to them not really feeling worthy of the love they are offered.

wolfwood who only thinks of himself as some fucked up modified killing machine and that he believes theres no chance someone as kind hearted as vash would see the good in him, or what little there is left of the good in him. he’s done nothing but kill, he could never redeem himself, and yet vash isn’t scared nor shuns him for it even with his pacifistic ideals.

vash who has seen the brutal truth of wolfwood’s being and still decides he loves him to the very end.

vash who doesnt believe he deserves any ounce of love or commitment because he only hurts those he gets close to. it’s happened before and itll happen again, like hes a walking time bomb and everything will blow up again and the people close to him will die no matter what he does. and wolfwood who canonly sticks beside him until the end! literally calls himself his guide.

vash who has never had true companionship in his 150 years of living, and wolfwood who follows him to the ends of gunsmoke.

just up until vol10, theyre still toeing the line of the relationship theyve created. but the exact moment vash shows up and chooses to prioritize wolfwood over going after knives (the fucking thing he’s been working towards since the big fall, over a hundred years ago) is the moment he steps past that line. its so extremely open and explicit, even wolfwood asks him ‘why are you here?”

while what he says here is true yes, it also sounds like “you cannot die, i’m here to ‘save’ you because i want to live.”

then to this when wolfwood knows and accepts he will die— the sheer HORROR on vash’s face when he realizes wolfwood wont allow him to save him.

few pages ahead, vash’s monologue starts and these old panels come up. “deep down, he had become very close to me.” basically implying that back then, during the ‘shoot’ moment, they weren’t really close. and when vash accused him: “you’re the coward here.”, “you give up all hope so easily”, it was almost surface level in a way? talking to him at surface level

but now, so many chapters later when wolfwood really does give up hope, vash, with all of his developed love through out the story realizes how differently he feels now. wolfwood made him put a fucking gun to his head (giving up hope), and vash who only scolded and accused him, vs vol10 where when wolfwood gives up hope, vash feels straight terror, that he’s really going to lose him. (also the inverted panel is just so gorgeous.)

the whole “isnt that right, wolfwood?” just proves my entire point that vash’s presence here in this fight steps over the line of vulnerability they had created. he knows how he feels, and he knows that wolfwood feels the same, even if hes speaking to him indirectly.

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[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Tear you apart

❖ Characters: Vash, Millions knives

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.4k

❖ Summary: Millions knives wants to hurt his brother by taking you away, using you to make him submit

❖ WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT! Abuse, violence, torture, nonconsensual sex (rape), forced creampie, fingering, forced orgasm

❖ A/N: thank you for @awkwardchick87 for helping me come up with this (and for making me actually write it) 🫶

Loving Vash was never easy. Trouble seemed to follow him with every step he took but no matter how bad things got you always stayed at his side, helping him escape or bandaging him up when things took a turn for the worse. When his head was resting on your chest, this old motel bed creaking with every move, he gently wrapped his arms around your torso and closed his eyes. The sound of your heartbeat in his ears was peaceful, helping him forget all the hardships that came with being the humanoid typhoon because he could be just Vash with you. “I wouldn't know what to do without you, mayfly” he mumbled into your soft skin before pressing a kiss to your naked chest, a little reminder of the way you two just shared a little slice of heaven. “I’d go crazy if I ever lose you” he added and looked up at you with a worried expression but the moment he saw your sweet smile it all seemed to evaporate. “The entire world would need to end for you to lose me, Vash. I love you” you reassured him, not planning on ever leaving this man's side until your final breath - which would come sooner than you'd think.

He never told you much about his brother except for the fact that he has one and you should never go look for him, even if the world is ending. He wouldn't mean anything good for you should he find out how dear you are to Vash, yet you found yourself face to face with the infamous Millions knives. Vash tried his best reaching you before his brother could but it was to no avail, his hand tightly around your throat, your feet no longer touching the ground beneath. “What do we have here? A little human lover?” He asked amused and squeezed your throat a little tighter as his gaze slowly shifted from your pitiful face to his brothers, smiling at how horrified he looked. “Please” Vash’s voice cracked when he saw you hanging there, your hands clawing at his brothers arms and hands, slowly getting weaker and weaker until you were dropped to the ground, unconscious from the lack of air. “Awh… is she dear to you? That fragile little human?” He cooed and lifted your limp body up by the arm, waving it at Vash while laughing menacingly as the humanoid Typhoon just stared, frozen to the ground as he had to watch his worst nightmare become reality right in front of him and all he could do was watch - unbeknownst to him, your fate was much worse than a simple death by his brothers hands, much worse than any nightmare he ever had that involved you.

Dragging you along behind him on the sandy ground, Nai took off, his brother following like a lost puppy and trying to reach you but each time he reached his hand out for you, his brother tugged your arm harshly so he wouldn't quite touch your ragged body. “Let me at least carry her” Vash begged but his brother didn't listen, lifting you off the ground effortlessly until he heard your shoulder crack, laughing a little at the noise “she's so fragile” he mused and watched you wake up from the pain your dislocated shoulder gave you, still hanging in the air, held by Nai. You couldn't even scream from how it hurt, the pain knocking you back into the unconscious state until you were tossed onto the ground at what Nai called his momentary home, staring his brother down. “Don't even think about touching her. I’ll make her suffer if you do” he threatened Vash and chained your ankle to some rubble of the broken facade of the building.

Shaking, he sat there, just out of reach of you and thinking of a way to get you out of here. Vash would do just about everything if it means saving you, even if it meant joining his brother and going against his own morals if you could walk out of here with only the wound on your shoulder which he couldn't prevent. When your eyes fluttered open you wanted to crawl to your lover, whimpering in pain as the tears brimmed your eyes and all you wanted was to be held by the blonde but each time you crawled forward, Vash took a step back “don't… hold still. Don't come closer… please” he pleaded with you, not wanting you to suffer the consequences that were unknown to you. “Oh, is the little girl awake? Good morning, doll” Nai hummed when he stepped in front of you, a look of pure hatred on your face. Seeing Vash freeze up the moment he saw his brother close to you made you want to protect your lover - even if you were the one needing protection at the moment. The older twin quickly sweeped you up by the dislocated arm, laughing when you grit your teeth in order not to make any noise, knowing it will only hurt Vash further and he suffered enough. You were strong. You wouldn't let him break you, no matter what.

Staying silent proved difficult when he pushed your joint back to its rightful place, giving you a pat on the head “there you go, I fixed you all up. Is that what my little brother did? Fix you? Perhaps your broken heart?” He asked amused, not having expected that Vash would actually love a human in this extreme way but Vash made the mistake of speaking up. “I didn't. She healed my heart” he admitted, having told you before that you're soothing all the wounds on his soul by loving him unconditional, that you let him be who he is without ever once using him for anything and for loving him despite the baggage he carried. His little comment made your captor laugh bitter. “Oh please. Did she suck your brain out of your dick?” He asked rhetorical and roughly squeezed your jaw which made you involuntary open your mouth to which he chuckled “looks like she wants to have a taste of me too, don't you think, brother dear?” He asked with a sick grin and stuffed his thumb into your mouth but you were dumb enough to bite him as hard as you could, angering him further. “You fucking-” he hissed, slapping you hard across the face, almost breaking your jaw with the sheer force behind the hit. Instead of tearing up you only glared at him, holding onto your bright red cheek and Vash moved to stand between the two of you, ready to fight his brother or risk his own life for you. You held onto his coat and pulled yourself up so you were standing, clutching onto him like a lifeline but Nai simply took the chain your ankle was secured to and pulled you closer as he laughed. “Hold onto her and I might rip her entire foot off. You know I'll do it” he warned and you let go of Vash to keep your limb. Only when you winced in pain he let go of you as well, a defeated look on his face when he realized that he couldn't even fight for you without risking your life.

Back in Nai’s clutch you kicked the hand that held your chain, making him scoff “don't kick the hand that's feeding you, little one. Your life is in my hands” he reminded you stern and fisted your hair to make you look up at him. “And you're mine now” he spoke cold to which you closed your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before you had the courage to speak up “I'd rather be dead than to be yours” you spoke just as cold, hoping he’ll simply break your neck or slit your throat since you meant what you said but he started laughing at your words. “Oh darling I know. But that would be far too easy” he cooed and gave your head a pat again, not taking you serious - after all you were nothing to him and no matter how many times you kicked, scratched or bit him, nothing would change your pitiful position.

Your lover watched helplessly as the scene unfolded in front of him, regretting that he allowed you to get this close fo him, blaming himself for what you're going through and before he knew it, his hands were quite literally tied, making him unable to fight if he ever got out of this frozen state. It humiliated him that he couldn't save you but he knew his brother well enough that he wouldn't hesitate to give you the most gruesome death if he even tried to do anything. “I’ll do it. Just let her leave” he eventually spoke up when he couldn't take it any longer and Nai looked over to his younger twin “you'll do what?” He asked amused, wrestling you to the ground as he spoke without any effort, your body weak and bruised from the beating you had to take. “Everything. I don't care” Vash answered simple, willing to end humanity in exchange for your life but his brother was already a step ahead “then I want you to come over here and take her life. Watch how her life leaves her eyes by your own two hands” he states with a sick grin, knowing he won't do it. Vash's eyes widened at this and his jaw tensed up “spare her life. I don't care about anything else” he said serious but there was this crack in his voice which only showed just how weak he got because of you, making his older twin laugh loudly as he ripped the pants off of your almost lifeless body, Vash shaking his head “don't… please” he begged, unable to watch any further. It physically pained him to see you suffering like this - because of him. At this point you were far too weak to even attempt to fight back, even if Vash tried his hardest to free himself from the chains holding him back, screaming in anger and frustration when all he could do was watch you gasp for air as his brother parted your folds to spit on your entrance before sinking himself into you. You didn't mean to make a sound, wanting to spare your lover's heart but the pained cry of the way another man just forced himself into your velvet walls left your lips, a single tear slipping out of your eye and slowly rolling over your bruised cheek before landing on the dusty floor. All you could do was close your eyes, your cheek brushing against the floor with each thrust you had to endure, forcing yourself not to scream or cry but when Nai fisted your hair and forced you to look at Vash, a cry of pain slipped out and you could hear the amusement in his brothers voice when he spoke up “did you hear that, Vash? I think she's enjoying it” he grunted, only thrusting harder into you. Your body jolted with each impact of his hips against yours until it finally came to a stop, the spurts of cum inside of you made this situation so much more real - you were no longer Vash's mayfly, you're tainted by his brother, you belong to him now.

Passing out was the only reasonable thing to do so you allowed your body to succumb to its weakness, vision slowly turning black as the seed of another man slowly ran out of your abused hole. Silence took over and the last thing you could hear before you finally lost your consciousness was a ragged sob leaving your lovers lips who felt entirely helpless when his brother carried your limp body away, making sure you won't be seeing the daylight any time soon. “You're mine now… we’re going to have so much fun, little one” Nai hummed and patted the small of your back which was flung over his shoulder. “You're going to love me just like you love my brother and maybe I let him have you again. I need to train him first, make him listen” he continued and somehow he sounded like he really cared for his brother and he's only doing it for him. One thing was clear however, loving Nai would never happen. You weren't sure if you could act like you remotely tolerate him after he violated your body the way he did. The image of having Nai resting on your chest as you caress his back and hair in the most gentle way made you heave, glad that the lack of food prevented further things from happening when you felt his rough hand rake through your hair, a sick grin greeting you when you finally opened your eyes. “My pretty little thing. You're going to behave, don't you?” He asked in a sickenly sweet voice before prying your legs apart to take a good look at his seed smeared all over your folds. “I won't stop until I hear you scream my name this time and he will hear” he hummed, a finger gently massaging your clit now, not even the way you pushed your legs together stopped him from breaking you, enjoying the struggle on your face as you tried to hate it but your body started to betray you. “Listen to this, sweetheart” he chuckled and pushed two fingers into you, ramming them against your sweet spot which caused your slick to coat his fingers, squelching noises filling the room so you could listen to your own betrayal “you can let go now, allow yourself to enjoy it. You have no choice anyways” he pointed out, venom lacing his voice and he was right - he knew exactly how to get your body to betray your mind, velvet walls fluttering around his fingers when his thumb came to rub your sensitive clit. No matter how much you held it back, the orgasm that soon followed was inevitable, his loud laugh echoing off the walls as he kept going, drowning out your mewls of forced pleasure until you moaned his brothers name, his eyes darkening. “You ungrateful bitch” he hissed and slapped you across the cheek again but you laughed as the blood left your mouth. He could break your body but your mind was one thing he could never break. Your heart belonged to Vash and he would never have it… or will he?

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[bendycxmet]

Longing—Vash the Stampede

Summary: As a bounty hunter, you've lived a lonely life. That is, until you met Vash.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: kinda angsty, fluff

Solo traveling the world of Gunsmoke was familiar to you. As a bounty hunter, it was a known lifestyle. A preferred one. Chasing criminals for the monetary prospect meant you had to be ready to up and leave at a moment's notice, especially if you acquired a hot lead from the locals. 

This meant you had to live and travel alone. It made things easier. But still, there were cons to it. You had no one to talk with, laugh with, hell, even share a bed with if you were thinking romantically. You had gotten used to holding a pillow or blanket in your sleep, mimicking what it would feel like to hold someone to make a night’s rest pass easily. 

As you rested your feet atop a chair at your table, you swept your eyes over the rim of your drink, attempting to be discrete as you looked for your current bounty: Wild Rick. A filthy scumbag known for upselling stolen alcohol to thirsty locals. He had the chance to be a hero with his slick skills, instead opting to bargain for the highest price with a desperate citizen. Your lip curled at the thought.

The baker in town had tipped you off about the scoundrel you had been after, alleging that he saw Wild Rick head into the local bar. No doubt looking to steal some fresh bottles of liquor.

“Do you have any good alcohol in this joint? I can tell you diluted this gin!” You turned to look towards an angry man causing a scene at the bar, a disgruntled bartender staring right back at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about bud,” the barhop said. The man reached across the countertop to grab the bartender’s collar, pulling him in. 

Now, you know the alcohol was diluted, but you couldn’t be bothered. Everyone in town was trying to make a living somehow, especially with the town’s plant going through some trouble. The water wasn’t coming out clean anymore, the town resorting to shipments from a town far away, the shipment often taking weeks at a time. Everyone was on edge, angry, and desperate for some relief. The room had gone quiet, customers looking on with bored expressions, nobody making a move to stop the altercation. As the man kept yelling in the bartender’s face, you spotted a shiny gold tooth peeking past his curled lip, the same tooth that’s been described to you by the military police. Bingo.

“Let me back there so I can find some real alc-” you had crept up behind the man, silent,  grabbing his hair and slamming his head down onto the countertop, effectively stunning him. 

“Think you should let go now, bud. I know who you are. Everyone knows you as Wild Rick, famous for being a petty thief and vendor. This is it for you.”

Rick coughed a laugh, spitting out his gold tooth onto the counter, blood pooling out the corner of his mouth. 

“Is this all you do? You think this bounty hunter life makes you hot shit? Running after lowly criminals like me? I bet you have nothing waiting for you back home, or wherever you stay. That’s why you have this life–to add some spice to your life. No one can love you, goody-two-shoes. You always go with the wind, slipping through towns that won’t remember you, faces and people that you won’t remember and that won’t remember you. I can smell it on your ass.”

He grinned up at you, acting as if he won this fight. Maybe so, with the way you stiffen at the thief’s words, clenching your jaw as he hit the nail on the head. You barely stay a night in the towns you come across, finding it easier to forget the sights of families and couples laughing in restaurants and bars, leaning against each other as they indulge in their daily habits. 

What you would kill for to have that comfortable life. To forgo your career as a bounty hunter. But you still have nothing waiting for you back home. No one to welcome you home.

You reach for the gun strapped to your hip, lifting the butt of it into the air and striking it against his temple. He gasps out, slumping more into the counter before you haul him up by his elbow, pulling him out the door to head to the police station.

“You won’t be laughing when you’re thrown in a cell. Say all you want, Rick, but count your days under the sun over. It would be easier to get rid of scum like you-”

In the moment your thoughts were becoming venomous, you caught sight of something red out of the corner of your eye. You immediately turned to look that way but saw nothing. 

That lovely shade of red pulled at something in the corner of your mind. You felt displaced in that moment, as if you weren’t in the present. You could feel simmering memories conjured up from that one glimpse, blurred, hidden from you. You felt warm suddenly, not a warmth you often felt as you walked under the suns. A warmth that bloomed from a feeling you couldn’t quite place, a feeling you had not experienced. This warmth was something you could only imagine people felt as you observed the happy families and couples in town. 

You stopped, your eyes becoming blurry. Reaching up with your free hand, you wiped at the wetness, staring down at your fingertips as the feeling only intensified. You gasped for air, grabbing at your shirt, trying to will this feeling away.

The material you were clutching seemed to breathe, the actual warmth of it seeping into your bones. You startle awake when you feel something wet touch your forehead. You open your eyes to a dimly lit room, the only light coming through the windows from the two moons. Your breathing is fast, uneven, as you come to terms with your nightmare. You clutch your eyes shut, hoping to bring yourself back to the present. You hadn’t felt loneliness like that in a long time, forgetting how empty you felt in your daily life.

“Mayfly…what’s got you so frightened?” Vash whispers, barely audible as if he was afraid that asking any louder would scare you back into your nightmare. His fingers pet your head, lips coming to kiss the crown of your head again.

Your arms hug Vash closer to you, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Those lonely nights were past you, you tried to remind yourself. Vash was here, holding you back nearly as tightly as you were. One of your legs is thrown over his hip, the other trapped between his own. You curl your body further around his, then peer back up at him, wetness hugging your bottom eyelid.

“It’s nothing now,” you smile wistfully. You bury your head back into his neck, breathing in his natural scent. You feel his heart pulse beneath your lips, beneath your chest, and allow that beat to will your own heart to stability. 

Images flash through your mind. The day that you met Vash. 

On a particularly hot day, you found shelter in the local bar. Three drinks in, you definitely could tell this bar did not dilute their liquor. You chuckle darkly, that thought reminding you of the past week’s struggle with Rick, bitterness filling your body as you remember his speech.

“No one can love you.”

To spite him, you decided to extend your stay, trying to prove to yourself and him that you can stay in one place longer than a day or two.

You gulp down your drink in one go, your world swaying as your eyes follow one figure donned in a black turtleneck, bobbing about the bar as he laughed with the locals, checking in with everyone with flushed cheeks. You could tell he had indulged in a couple of drinks as well.

You felt drawn to him for several reasons. You could tell from your short time in the bar that he was kind, well-mannered, and always willing to help others and ease angry bar-goers from fighting one another. There was another reason, but your mind was too slow at the moment to think of what it was. The blonde met your eyes from a table in the corner, you quickly averting your eyes, feeling caught red-handed from following him around the room. 

You felt his presence over his shoulder before he spoke. “Hey there stranger. Drinking all by yourself? Why don’t you come join us over there? We’re gonna play some cards.”

You chuckled before glancing up at him. Your breath caught in your throat. He was prettier up close, and those damn orange glasses did him dirty in hiding those bright blue eyes that tracked your every move. 

“Uh, no that’s alright. Just came in to hide from the suns, yanno…” you trailed off, feeling shy from his unwavering gaze. He sighed. 

Nice going. He’s probably going to walk away now. You just lost your chance at getting to know the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

A loud scraping interrupts your train of thought, looking over in time to see him pulling out the stool next to you.

“Ok! Mind if I join you for another drink?” He waved down the bartender, ordering another round for you both. 

With that, you got to know the kind stranger, laughing loudly at his stories until you had tears in your eyes, the rounds of drinks you two flew through affecting you both. With each round, you two got touchier, a hand on his knee while his prosthetic arm was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you from falling off the bar stool. You two were caught up in your own world, his fingers from his other hand twiddling with your own, interlacing your hands together. 

“Yanno, I feel like I’ve known you forever! But you still haven’t given me your name. I feel like I should know now, especially with the way you’re holding me,” you clutched at his hand, giving him your best pleading eyes, pouting and begging him for this little piece of information.

“Hmm, let’s just keep that a secret for now,” Vash winked at you, feeling a rush of heat to your face. A loud commotion behind him draws your attention, two men cackling as they tussle near the front wall. Their movements lead you to stare at the bulletin board behind them that hosts all the current bounties. One catches your attention… one that displays the same dazzling expression that’s in front of you right now, the same face that’s attached to the man holding your hand. You feel yourself sober instantly, smile falling as you stare at him.

“Vash… the Stampede…” you manage to whisper, seeing Vash’s blue eyes widen before seeing the red of his signature coat fly over your head and block your line of vision. 

“Hey! Wait!” you shout, hands swiping until your vision returns as you see his coat whip out the door. You feel your feet moving before you register what’s happening, lungs heaving with the effort to keep up with the $$60 billion double-dollar man. You have never ran after a criminal this hard, not just because Vash is slippery, but because you feel that if you lost him, you would never feel the same way with someone the way you felt back in the bar. You had felt light, carefree. Warm.

“Vash, please wait!” you cry out, desperation cracking your voice. You hear a stumble, a crash, and a groan from around a corner. You come whipping around it, finding Vash’s feet sticking out of a pile of trash bins.

“...are you ok?”

“You’re not gonna turn me in?” comes Vash’s muffled response, before his head pops out, orange glasses atop his blonde hair, no longer obscuring his eyes. You see the sadness, the exhaustion clear in them. You sigh at him.

“As much as I would like to get that amount of money in my pocket, I don’t feel like it. Today, at least. Now come on, get up.” You extend a hand out to him. It is way too early to clarify why exactly you don’t want to give him up. You want to let yourself be selfish for once. To keep something for yourself. Isn’t it time you let yourself have something good? Vash may have a bounty over his head for crimes that are unforgivable to most, but after spending the day with him inside that bar, you began to separate him from those rumors. No way can the man in front of you commit crimes like that.

His face lights up, sliding his hand into yours. You feel jittery from your shared skin contact. 

“Let me properly introduce myself.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, only lifting it up to his lips as he places a soft kiss against your knuckles. “My name is Vash.”

You indulge in the softness of his lips against your hand, heart fluttering gently in your chest before answering him.

“Y/N.”

-

You close your eyes at the memories of your first meeting, smiling to yourself. Those nights spent alone, cold and unforgiving as you grasp at your pillows, hugging them closer. They all led to this moment where you can hug Vash, a living, breathing being, closer to you.

No one can love me, huh Wild Rick?

You feel Vash’s lips press against your cheek, nose, and then lips, reminding you of his concern. You kiss him back slowly, indulging in the open affection he always shows you. Separating from him, you move back to your previous position, nuzzling his neck again.

You exhale slowly, dispelling the old longing from the innermost part of your being out into the night air.

“It’s nothing now that I have you.”

A/N: and it was all a dream... lol kinda but not really. thanks for reading y'all hope you enjoyed this one. went the angsty route a bit but wanted to lead up to Vash being a bright light in the reader's life... as he is for all of us i bet

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[beanibon]

Hey there! Can you do a vash x reader request where they get into a big argument and reader starts to cry? Like they're still mad at him but they can't stop those tears from flowing

Of course! Love some angst and I am gonna a lil cruel with this one too, so apologies in advance I live for pain.

TW: none really just a copious amount of angst with no comfort >:3

Vash never intended to make you cry, to break your heart into a million pieces in that paper thin walled motel. He just wanted you to be safe, to not put yourself in harms way. But here he was, practically towering over you as you both yelled at each other.

You had accusatory finger pressed to his chest, while Vash flung his arms around to try and get his point across. Neither party was going to give in to other, no matter how much petty insults were thrown between the two.

"Why can't you just accept my fucking help? Everytime you run off and get yourself in trouble, I'm expected to sit back and just let it happen? Fuck that!" You spat angrily, shoving Vash away from you as his face scrunched into a look of agitated disbelief.

"Because you get yourself hurt each time you interfere! What happens if you get killed one day because you can't keep to your business!" Vash countered, clearly frustrated that you weren't understanding him at all. Why didn't you see he just wanted to protect you?

An offended scoff let your lips, arms folded over your chest as you glared at him. "That will never happen! I'm not incompetent you know, I can look after myself!"

"You are incompetent! Not to mention cocky and uptight, you wield a gun like you're not absolutely horrendous with it, and don't even get me started on your flimsy excuses of why you intervene! You're not as good as you think you are and I don't need someone like you to jump to my rescue!" Vash slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide upon realising what had just slipped from his lips. Before he knew it, apologies spilled frantically out towards you, only to stop once he saw the tears slip down your cheeks.

Hot, anger filled tears streamed from your eyes, teeth clenched as you tried to silence your sobs. Vash moved forward, hands outstretched attempting to comfort you, only for you to shove him away. You desperately tried to wipe those tears away, angry words pouring from your lips as you continued to argue with Vash.

"I'm sorry I care about you, I'm sorry I don't want to see you get fucking hurt! It's not my fault I got stuck with an ungrateful boyfriend!" You sobbed, now the only one speaking as Vash remained silent, guilt evident having spoken to you so cruelly. So he allowed you to scream, yell and shove him even when he got too close in attempts to calm you.

Vash was so deep in his mind that he hadn't realised you'd become silent, storming past his sullen form as you slammed the door of the motel room, signalling your departure. Now alone in the suffocating room, Vash sat on the edge of the bed, head resting in his hands. He knew you've probably gone to Meryl, spending the night in her rented room while you calmed down. It wouldn't surprise him if the whole motel heard your screaming match, so Meryl comforting you at least brought some comfort, but he knew either way the morning would not be fun.

For now, Vash would let you cry it out, leaving you to catch your breath. Come morning he'd try to mend the scars he metaphorically cut into your heart, asking for forgiveness. Perhaps Vash ought to put more trust in your skills, maybe even take time out of the groups breaks to hone your shooting capabilities, just enough to have some peace of mind that you'd be safe jumping to his rescue.

But until then, he'd remain awake, thinking back on what he could've said instead of what he did. Regretting hurting your feelings.

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[drunkenlionwrites]

People watching

Sorry that I’ve turned the fluffy request into a depressing stream of Vash’s consciousness. Hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless 

After the latest usual brawl and a flee from a small town next to the almost identical neighboring one, their group has ended up stumbling into the small tavern, almost fully packed with patrons. The girls rushed straight to the bar to order water, while Wolfwood had disappeared into the dark street saying he will arrange the hotel booking, since he needs to smoke and ponder about “stuff” as he phrased it. 

That left Vash sitting hunched all alone in the corner. He was weighed by the usual thoughts, that seemed to visit him often these last years since Knives emerged and proceeded with his plans. Vash leaned over the table, the hurt and angry faces of townsfolk of the town which they’ve left in desolation during the shootout with bounty hunters still so vivid in his mind. He did that again. He caused the usual havoc and wreckage to the homes of dozens innocent town dwellers, who were just trying to live their lives. He surely is a humanoid typhoon, isn’t he? 

A cheerful chirping sounds of familiar voice and a small thud of the bourbon bottle accompanied by two glasses being placed in front of him distracted him from his inner voice. He looked up at the intruder and it was you, smiling at him with your oh so warm smile. The same one you’ve usually shown to kids you saw during your travels, to the people you’ve assisted, as well as to people who have helped your group instead. It was broad and a bit crooked at one side, the one who warmed him from the inside just like morning suns would. Not yet scorching hot, but oh so cozily engulfing him after the cold desert night. “Drink with me and let’s go dance!” He heard your exclamation through the noises of clinking glasses, crass conversations, laughter and people dancing to the modest accompaniment of a guitarist and a flute player. He smiled at you reassuringly and then shook his head. “I’m a bit tired, so I’ll just stay here and watch over you, girls. Go and have fun for me okay?” he replied, gently pressing his glass of bourbon to yours in a toast. “I’ll be here drinking for you to have a good night”

He then watched how your small figure deftly maneuvered between tables and sitting people, joining a small crowd gathered on dancing floor. You’ve always been so graceful in your movements, so dexterous yet possessing something soft as well. He observed the way you swayed to the rhythm, soon joined by Millie and Meryl, the three of you sharing laughs and smiles, while engaging in a dance. His eyes darted to the other people dancing beside you. They all were mostly just simple townsfolk having leisure time before returning to their hard jobs the next day. His eyes glided over their faces: drunken, happy, relieved, full of life. 

Vash has always been in awe at how resilient the dwellers of Gunsmoke actually are. He admired the nature of humans, always stiving for happiness and the betterment of their lives, no matter how miniscule and short-lived moments can be. He tried to drown his heavy thoughts in sensory feelings, concentrating on how the tavern was filled with musky smell of sweat, tobacco, cheap booze and hearty vegetable stew some of the patrons were indulging in. The sounds of talking and laughing, the simple melody and people’s rhythmical stomping of feet. The sight of your hair swaying as you danced like there was no bother in your life, Millie’s and Meryl’s drunken uneven steps, even a local boy’s shy smile and neck crooned to face you closer… all this was a nice distraction.

 If you had stayed in this town long enough, he would have gotten to know and remember his name. He would’ve remembered the faces and names of all the people living here. Would’ve known all their little quirks and habits, all the troubles that weigh on their shoulders, everything that makes them laugh and brings them joy. He felt so tired and so disconnected from this world sometimes, yet he knew he still had his mission to accomplish, so he allowed himself to indulge in people watching as it made him feel closer to humanity, closer to something that he might’ve described as a feeling of belonging somewhere. But did he really? Belong somewhere...

He watched as you laughed at something the boy told you, accepting his offer to dance, as you eagerly put your hand in his. Would it have been better if it was his hand instead? Would you have smiled at him with the same smile? Or would it have been more…tender instead? Would he have been able to tug your hair behind your ear neatly instead of this boy?

It doesn’t matter in the end, since he will always walk this planet alone. At least he can watch over you while you walk next to him, no matter how short-lived it is. It better be short. It better be…since all of you cannot stay close to him after all is said and done. But he’ll think about it tomorrow. Tonight is all about people watching, after all.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash fanfiction #vash headcanons #vash angst #trigun x you #trigun x reader #trigun headcanons

[shintin]

WIP for my Vash the Stampede x Reader fic (NSFW)

Eventually, at 5:15 in the morning, after making you come three times, Vash reached up to turn the lamp off. After pulling the sheets tighter around you both, he leaned against your chest and said, "I can hear your heart."

The words were simple and sweet. Your face lit up with a little smile, but then you felt your heart do something funny - it thumped, thumped, thumped in the proverbial part of your organ. At the moment the moon and sun coexisted in the sky, turning the room into a strange, yet soothing pale glow, you had a terrible thought: You liked him. You really, really liked him. Like, love-like him. In the metaphorical sense, with your heart. Like you might see an arrow lodged right into that mass of bloody, bleeding muscles in your chest if you had an x-ray.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You weren't supposed to fall for him.

But,

you wondered what he would say if you told him. What he would do if you told him your deep, dark, black-hole secret, the one that had the potential to swallow up your whole being. Would he stay anyway, or ...?

You can read the previous Vash fic here: The Hickey on Your Neck

P.s: this is one of my favorite scenes from Tristamp, so sexy and...um...hot...giving me dirty thoughts hot!

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[gojoidyll]

"I love you."

"It'll pass."

It never did. Your heart only ever did beat for vash. And it didn't matter if it was during a hot day or cold night or a windy Tuesday, the words I love you still ricochet in your heart as you think of the humanoid typhoon.

And you wonder.

Your mind begins to wander.

If it'll ever pass.

It won't.

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[yanushh]

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[fruitsoxs]

Okay, so yes Knives pushing away his reincarnated lover who somehow remembers him is sad but how about this food;;

Vash's reincarnated lover works at a small bakery and seems to have no memories of him. He likes to stop in, eat some of their baking, and watch them work. He doesn't talk to them besides the usual "hello" and "have a good day". He knows he doesn't deserve another life with them, but he wants to see their smile.

And maybe their lover starts crushing on the mysterious wanderer that comes in

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash angst

[na-t0]

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵

Vash the Stampede x reader (no pronouns used)

The piece below contains the bleak words from a remitter that considered not deserving a response from its addressee. A mere confession from a worn out soul to another.

A farewell letter dedicated to the man with a geranium colored spirit.

A farewell letter dedicated to the man that will be loved until the five moons that adorn the sky, fall before the eyes of this desolate heart.

The reason why I am writing this letter to you is somewhat difficult to explain. It's something much bigger than me, a greater power beyond my comprehension that unfortunately, is slowly consuming everything around me. I’ve come to find myself plunged into deep despair, and at the same time, I learnt to accept the cowardice that has been invading me for not being able to muster the necessary strength to look at you in the eyes and tell you what you will read here in a few moments.

Pretty easy right? To hide between words, ink and paper. I'm sorry about that.

I will start by saying that, when I first met you, I came to realize that everything I knew and defined as my world would transform into something entirely different. You were the strike of lightning in the pouring rain, a hit that came with enough force to demolish an entire city. Your presence was all over the place, making it hard to ignore you. Every step you took resonated loudly in my head. And despite of what your name represents and what people often acknowledges you as, I have realized that it only covers a small part of what you truly are.

I think you are incredible, Vash. You are kind, you are a gentle being. You are the most wonderful coincidence that I have met in my life. You are an imperfect creation, but so am I. And so is everything else. And no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to fully comprehend your greatness. But that's okay, because I already came to create my own conclusions. Just like you don't need to fully understand why I feel the way I feel when I notice you are near me. Or how the blood flows violently in each and every of my veins when I hear you breathing softly while you are sleeping on my chest. Even when, I suppose that you too have already come to create your own conclusions about it.

My love for you has grown so unbridled that I fear of losing my mind. So, that's why I decided to get away from you, from the room we shared, from the city where we used to travel together. Having you by my side hurt, because despite the suffocating closeness, you were still miles away from me.

And it hurt, it hurt immensely because my heart is exposed. Open the palm of your hand and there you will find it, bleeding and throbbing with emotion and life. While yours, is hiding behind an iron barrier attached to the left side of your chest. A barrier I could never cross no matter how hard I tried.

And because of that, I wish your gaze had never met mine. I wish you had never saved my life. I wish our lips had never touched. I wish you had never felt embarrassed to undress yourself in front of me. I wish I never had to see you cry while nightmares tormented you at midnight. I wish your pain would just go away. I wish you never had to suffer. I wish you had never deprived me of the right to love you.

I wish for so many things.

And I also foolishly wish that you loved me as much as I do, despite everything, despite all of this.

I love the scars in your body that form together a map I have traveled so many times with my lips, a map vividly embodied in my memory. I love your eyes and the color of your hair. I love the little mole that adorns the highest part of your left cheekbone. The aroma of your skin and the contrast of temperatures that your hands emit when you embrace me. I love when you laugh and I also love that you are easily moved to tears. I love the sound of your voice at any time of the day. I love listening to you hum that song you like so much and I love dancing with you that waltz we drunkenly invented one night out in the dark alley of a bar, and therefore, only you and I know. I love all the versions I've met of you.

I have even come to hate that word, ‘love’, because I consider that is too vague to describe what arises within my being when I lift my stare from the floor and see you standing in front of me. But I've learned to settle for it, so yes, I love you. I absolutely love everything about you, your worst and your best. I love you, Vash. And I am a slave to my own body because it refuses to feel otherwise, to think otherwise.

I will be devoted to you until eternity comes to an end, even though I don't really have a clue of how long that will be.

Knowing you, that idea does not please you at all.

So, forgive me.

Forgive me for stumbling upon your way that rainy day, and for trying to love you the days that came next.

Forgive me for that, and for all the other things, so I can leave without wanting to look back.

                   -Yours entirely. Yours forever.

What followed after was the image of Vash going through the door, running after those faint footsteps of your boots imprint in the unforgiving sand of May City. Holding against his chest the crumpled piece of paper that had the last bit of your essence. The trace that a weak, broken heart left behind as an old souvenir. Pieces slowly intermingling with the ground, waiting to be picked up by the hands that undid them in the first place. And as he ran, it wasn't just the scorching sun of a summer afternoon the only thing that burned. The love you felt for that mysterious man with the empty smile and tender eyes was consumed in ashes. The sun was burning, but your heart and your soul, were burning even stronger. And Vash ran, he ran for hours until his legs sank in the dryness. Ran until your trail was lost. And he cried too, cried until exhaustion did not allow a single more sob to come out of his throat. But he managed to stand up, just like he always has, and kept searching. Praying silently to the heavens for another coincidence, another way to find you once again.

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[h4venpha]

vash who finally decided he wanted something permanent in his life,

and wolfwood who finally decided and accepted his death moments before.

#goodnight people #woohooooo #this is so fun right ??? #i love loving vashwood so much #this is what my entire account has become #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #vashwood angst #vash angst #wolfwood angst #trigun angst #trigun maximum #trigun maximum wolfwood #trigun maximum vash #trigun meta

[emeraldblossom254]

Whispers Hidden by Howling Winds

More of a comfort piece for Vash and g/n reader.

A Drabble that I’ve had drafted for a little while now, but I’m in a mood, so I’ll share it with the world. Just let me know if it makes you cry okay?

Imagine it. A pitched up tent, a sizzled out campfire, the croaking of humming worms in the background of the howling sounds outside of the pyramid shaped structure.

Shuffling inside of the tent is followed by shallow sobs, soft whispers, hushes and coos from a pair as the night continues. The cold air of the dessert made the air you inhaled more painful, more uncomfortable, and only brought more tears as you clung into the man accompanying you inside the tent’s thin walls.

“It’s alright, (y/n),” Vash whispers, rubbing circles into the center of your back. His prosthetic arm was hooked around you, his right arm rubbing soothing circles through the fabric on your back, his eyes closed as he whispers and coos comforting phrases into your ear silently. “I’m here. You can let it all out to me, (y/n). I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

“It’s not fair,” you sobbed, grasping onto his shirt gently, your shoulders bobbing up and down as the sobs continue, “You never do anything wrong.. You’ve never hurt anyone. Why- why do they treat you like this..? Why do they think so little of you!?”

The final question was more of a scream, making Vash flinch at the volume of your voice so close to his ear. He smiles despite this, and pulls away, cusping your face in his hands.

“They’re all simple, they can’t help that. They pin blames on anyone they see, me especially being a wanted man,” he laughs softly, knowing full well it wasn’t helping his case, and sighs immediately after, “But you, you don’t. Even if it’s just you who sees the good in me, I can live happily.”

Your eyes only saw blurs of color, nothing clear, nothing tangible. Sobbing again, you tug on his shirt from an arm’s distance, careful of not tugging too hard, lest the wound on his right shoulder face friction. Remembering this, you whimper, your head falling as you choke back a yelling sob in your throat.

“It’s not fair that you-” you choked on your sobs again, reaching an arm for his face in return with another whimper, “It’s not fair that you can’t be seen, not even by humans like them, it’s just not f-fair!”

Vash sighs, small tears brimming his eyes at the sight of your inner torment. None of this was your fault, nor was it his. He knew that. But at the same time, he holds the burdens and the blames of everything, big, small, and in between. The cold air howled again, blowing straight through the tent with a wild shove. You shiver, the tears on your face drying up and the ones in his eyes paining him slightly as he flinched.

He drew his hand back quickly, removing his jacket swiftly and swinging it over your shoulders, pinching both sides together at your shoulders. Without a second thought, he pulls himself forward, planting a soft kiss on the spot between your eyebrows as a tear fell down his cheek. Pulling away, he watched as your eyes fluttered open, staring at him with glassy orbs, the tears still pouring down your own cheeks.

“Maybe it isn’t,” he croaked, cupping your cheek again with a whimper of his own, “but it’s their loss, as you’d say, right? I don’t necessarily need their praise to be happy.” You grab at his arms, sniffling with a whine. “But can I have yours?”

Your breath hitched at his words, and you look up into his bright blue eyes, though in truth they’re blurry to you. Somehow you can make out their color, and inhale deeply as you tighten your grip on his wrist, a signal for him. He knew this.

“I promise, my love. I’ll be okay, as long as I have you, your praise, your comfort and company,” Vash paused, pulling you closer to him in a tight hug with a sniffling sigh, “you, and all the others I’ve met who DO see what you see in me. As long as there’s someone who sees me, I’m happy. However..”

You gasp at his words, just as quickly as he scoops you up from behind with one arm, clinging you close to him as he falls back into the nest of blankets underneath you both with a flat thud. You both shuffle for a few moments, until he’s laying on his left side with you on your right, facing him with still blurry eyes.

He wraps his arms around your waist and you return the action, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck with a few whimpers, soon feeling a blanket drape atop you both.

“I can’t be seen without seeing you, can I?” He continued, hugging you tighter, “without seeing what you see in me, we can’t do it together, now can we?”

You whimper, shaking your head before he starts again.

“So let me see, and let me tell you what I see, and we can both be happy together, no matter what they say or think.”

You smiled, hidden in the bent of his neck and shoulder, and nodded into him as he tightened his arms around you one last time for the night.

#vash angst #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun vash #angst #comfort #happy ending

[h5llpyre]

give me unstable, unhealthy vashwood sex! vash who dissociates after sex and just sits at the edge of the hotel bed with his nails digging numbly into his scalp, guilt and disgust eating away at him. wolfwood who immediately has to run to shower, skin itching with such a strong feeling of wrongness that only searing hot water spraying down his back will help.

and neither of them know how to help each other, its always like this, rushed sex, just enough to cum, to get rid of that warm feeling before they split and its replaced with mental and physical feelings of disgust.

its a torturous cycle really. a cycle of wanting, fulfilling, and realizing that the fulfillment they wish for is much, much deeper than just sex. no, its about intentionally and unintentionally killing people and the guilt that follows when they finally give into what they want, and the realization that after getting rid of that high, lustful feeling, they dont really deserve to feel good, or happy after all theyve done. after all theyve killed.

so vash lays down, still naked, still dirty and stained just for the sake of basking in his own disgust as punishment, eyes unfocused and staring out the window. wolfwood silently leaves the bathroom, leaves the hotel room without a word. vash doesnt bother to chase after him.

in the morning, when they find each other again, they dont even show a hint of any memory of last night. its like nothing happened. but of course it happens over and over and over again.

#h5llpyre #man what the hell im just rambling atp #idk wtfs going on in my head that made me wanna write this #enjoy ig (????) #sorry not sorry !! #i love mentally unwell vw #vash angst #nicholas d wolfwood angst #wolfwood angst #vash the stampede angst

[kaidenchii]

I've done the math

There's no solution

We'll never last.

#trigun manga #trigun maximum #trigun #trigun 98 #vash saverem #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash the stampede #angst #digital illustration #vashwood

[shintin]

Chapter 4 of Gunpowder Dreams will cover a huge amount of violence, gore and human trafficking matters. I'm gonna put warnings for the chapter too, but please consider twice before reading it.

So far, it has +16k words. Should I split it into two chapters or just drop the whole bomb at once?

p.s: i know i'm making Vash too dark, but it'll be okay. he'll be okay. we'll be okay. salvation will find him.

#trigun fic #vash fanfiction #vash x reader #vash x you #vash angst #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede x reader #Gunpowder Dreams

[khytal]

it’s a terrible affliction, isn’t it? the guilt I can’t absolve you of, however much I wish I could

notes:

-the inspiration for this piece was the concept of guilt as poison, represented as the cigarette (physical) and the gun (mental)

-the cigarette is pretty self-explanatory as a poison. I see it as a form of punishment he inflicts on himself--it's killing him but he pushes onward anyway

(-even if the regenerative drug's effects extend to healing damage caused by chemicals, there's still weight to the act of willingly putting poison into his system. either way it's not enough self-sabotage to stop wolfwood from fighting for the orphanage, but it's enough to make him feel something)

-the gun is, of course, about his role as an assassin: how he justifies the act of killing, and how he deems it necessary, but laments what he's become at times

-vash understands very well that wolfwood carries his own heavy burden in silence, but still wants to ease the pain

-so here he's asking wolfwood to leave it to him, to allow himself some reprieve, by taking the cigarette and gently lowering the gun

-vash's plant powers are supposed to represent a "blessed antidote" to suppress the "cursed poison", which is why it has glowing blue-green (associated with healing) lines in contrast to the purple smoke (associated with poison)

-in other words: "if I fight in your stead will that lessen your suffering?" (no lol)

-these colors are also the highlights on their respective earrings

-consider the caption to be the last part of the piece: where vash admits his attempt at helping wolfwood isn't a permanent solution, but it doesn't stop him from trying anyway

#nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #vashwood #trigun #khyt.art #h. okay. #that's enough angst and pain i think !!!