#vashwood fanfiction

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Zazie the Beast (Trigun), Miss Melanie (Trigun) Additional Tags: tags to be updated, Canon Disabled Character, Slow Burn, Wolfwood pov, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Strong Language, Plant Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Intrusive Thoughts, PTSD, wolfwood is going through it, Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Trans Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Latinx Nicholas D. Wolfwood, wolfwood does priest shit in this one! but only kind of, Sharing a Bed, Catholicism, the parentification of nicholas d wolfwood, Cult Trauma, Smoking, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, wolfwood was a child soldier, Gun Violence, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, gender feelings, blood feud (ch2 only), vash can't drive, wedding-but not for them sorry, Drinking, County fair date, Dancing, Mentioned Millions Knives (Trigun), what if a building HATED you?, some bug stuff (mild), monster boyfriend moment, Suicidal Ideation, Dissociation, Self-Harm, Hopeland orphanage, First Kiss Series: Part 2 of Write Your Ticket Summary:

Nicholas D. Wolfwood has always relied on himself. Whatever mission, whatever duty, he's stood alone. Vash wants to change that.

Or, Wolfwood has to endure the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, and also a friend who wants to help him. The sequel to Figure Me Out!

hey. hey.

look at the tags

#trigun #trigun fanfiction #vashwood #vashwood fanfiction

[eshtaresht]

If We Live (M, chapter 1/7, 4.1k so far)

angsty Vashwood fic set in Trigun Maximum, slight canon divergence

summary:

"A mighty blow to the jaw shook him and made two vials fall out of their holding spots. Fuck! He had only one left. He clenched his teeth tighter, and glass cracked under the pressure. Serum soaked through the fabric, met his tongue and fuelled his blood with fire. Some of it spilled on his chin, vital drops fell on the sand, and he prayed he didn’t lose too much. If he wanted to finish his business, he had to use every ounce of strength he had." ~ Just one minor detail could change everything. What if Wolfwood survived and was finally able to share his tomorrows with Vash? But, of course, it took a lot of pain and heartache to get there

#trigun #tigun maximun #trimax #vashwood #trigun fanfiction #ao3 writer #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood fanfiction #rotten log talk #yay a new fic! and it's gonna be devastating

[fundashnee-rott]

Hehehe I'm high and here's a chatper pfft

CW: meddling brother, drunken confessions???

#trigun fanfic #trigun fanfiction #trigun wolfwood #trigun vash #trigun #trigun livio #vashwood fanfiction #vashwood fanfic #vashwood #Vashwood update #fanfiction update

[kidsomeday]

Soft Vashwood for WIP Wednesday please!

Thank you very much for your ask and your patience. I have added 206 words to my NaNo project in your honor.

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Vash leaned in for a kiss and Wolfwood met him halfway, one hand going up to pull lightly at his hair and the other arm wrapping around his waist and holding so tightly he could feel all that unnatural strength. “Yeah,” said Wolfwood, voice rough in that way one gets after singing too loudly, laughing too hard, full of emotion but all the best kinds. “I want all that with you too.” There were lots of things to say in response, but Vash decided he had been patient enough. With a final kiss he leaned in close and whispered in Wolfwood’s ear. “Right now what I really want is for you to take me to bed.”

#wip wednesday game #wip writing #wip wednesday #wip fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #wip vashwood fanfiction #vashwood fanfiction #will they finally start getting it on instead of talking? #this is me #the answer is probably no #we're still gonna get all emotional about it

[huginsmemory]

New fic! Surprisingly, something that's not meta for once, haha.

blackbird (M, 5.5k)

On the beginning and ending of Wolfwood's and Vash's relationship, and all it encompassed. Inspired and framed within the song and lyrics of Blackbird by Tash Sultana.

-or-

"You would still, after everything–"

"Yes" Vash says, gently laying a soft, quick and innocent kiss onto his lips, proof after everything. “Yes, I would. Is the journey not as important as the end?”

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #vashwood fanfiction #hugin rambles #trigun wolfwood

[peachyxin]

to spend my tomorrows with you

ao3 link • 886 words

pairing: Vashwood

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, grief/mourning, coping, dead Nicholas D. Wolfwood, drabble

cw: major character death, Trigun manga spoilers

summary

Vash copes with Wolfwood's death, while the latter reaches for faith in the void of the underworld. A pseudo-katabasis and the dream of a falling star.

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01. six feet under

Vash sits stone-still on the couch, in a daze. He toys with the weight of the Punisher and traces its contours with the pads of his fingers. The cool metal counterbalances the phantom memory of warm hands held and cherished deep beneath his skin. It still doesn’t hit him that Wolfwood is gone. There’s no way he can be. He imagines how Wolfwood would hold the gun; he remembers the cheeky grin that would accompany the confirmatory glance that they shared before charging head-first into battle. He imagines that the warmth that lingers on its handle is real and not just a desperate manifestation of his denial.

No tears fall as he buries him. Shovels full of dirt hit the casket with dull thuds. Repeat, and repeat. Soon, the ground is level, and he is truly gone. No tears, but his whole world falls. In the depths of the night, left alone with his own suffocating thoughts, Vash sobs. He sobs, the force of his anguish sending tremors through his entire being as he clutches Wolfwood’s smoke-infused blazer to his chest so hard his knuckles turn white. I love you . Vash realizes this, belatedly, in the surreal trance of his grief, and the thought shears his heart open and raw, allowing the fears stowed carefully inside to rear their ugly heads, entangled in the depths of his psyche. The ghost of cigarettes may as well be of incense, prayer, and holy reverence. He’s convinced burying the only person so dear to him — the only one who saw him for more than his cheery facade, the only one who could ever pull him out of his head whenever he floated too far — damns him to a life of perdition.

He brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag. He coughs, sputters, then collects himself and tries again. One more. The poison seeping into his lungs is his punishment and repentance, the temporary antidote for his guilt and self-loathing. He imagines how Wolfwood’s cigarettes dangled effortlessly between his lips. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine that Wolfwood exists instead of him. That he survives, instead of him. Again, again, and again, he invites the smoke into his lungs, willing it to cloud the despair within, convincing himself that the wound is not severe. He wonders if Wolfwood would laugh at him, at how pathetic he is now, destroying his body to quench his searing, parching, and utterly destroying thirst for a memory long past, that can never be relived, not in this lifetime or the next. (He imagines Wolfwood laughing. The lengths he would go just to hear him laugh again.)

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02. fallen angel’s ode to the sun

A sinner doesn’t deserve heaven. I turn the other way, not bothering to find out if cruel destiny deems me fit to enter; I am but a pawn in its eternal game. I fight against the tide of apparitions clambering to be first at the pearly gates. The blood staining my skin cannot be so easily cleansed. I descend the steps into the dark, cold labyrinth that marks the beginning of the underworld.

I was in love with the sun, once. He burned — breaking down and recreating endlessly, selflessly radiating warmth through the destruction of his own being. In my hubris, I convinced myself that I could best Icarus. I thought I was doing quite well. 

The sun was my salvation. In his light, I believed that I had escaped the sinner’s path, that I could be reformed, born anew, and be cleansed of my wretched past. Well, that’s why I ended up here, anyway, but I wanted to believe. I still do. I have to.

But, back then, just as my fingertips were about to brush something holy, I was hurled into the unforgiving abyss of the cold sea. It wasn’t supposed to end that way. I hadn't intended to fly far in the first place. All I wanted was to have more, to be closer, to spend all my tomorrows steeped in the sacred rays of his ever-burning light.

I would burn for him a million times, over ten thousand different lifetimes, just to be his priest, his prophet, and his anchor in each one. He was so bright that I could hardly see him, and at times my unenlightened mind even found him foolish, but all that did was make me want to chase even harder, addicted to the thrill of flames licking at my fingertips, just out of reach.

As I descend, an invisible force holds me back. The selfish will of a star. Even in death, I cannot escape his self-imposed martyrdom, the pure deeds that only underline the extent of my defilement.

“Wolfwood?” an echoing and distant voice says. It’s almost a whisper, barely audible, trembling and unsteady. I wouldn’t have caught it if it weren’t for the aching familiarity in its timbre, melancholy disguised by jovial grace. I turn around. I have to believe, but I cannot.

My star burns as brightly as ever, but the farther I run, the more obscure his trembling mirage becomes.

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Vash awakes with a start. The faint traces of the fading dream elude his reaching fingers. The star falls, cradled by a single tear, its outline reflecting the flickering oil lamp’s last exhalation, returning to the void of infinite nothing.

#trigun fanfiction #vashwood #vashwood fanfiction #vashwood fic #trigun maximum #trigun maximum fanart #couch scene #writing #hurt no comfort #vashwood angst #trigun spoilers #finding out wolfwood dies destroyed me I cried every morning over this for a week #thanks twitter for the lovely spoilers I haven't even finished trimax yet but I know probably like 45% of the plot

[ohitslen]

Why does your neighbor never blink dude??

Almost forgot to post these here, but hey I remembered right?:)

#he really is such a silly guy! #remember his sunglasses are polarized so you cant see his eyes so you would only feel a hole on your face but from who?? #him on the other side of the sidewalk thats who #“why do I feel funny things when i see my weird neighbor who looks like my friend from another life smoking” (ww search history) #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun stampede #wolfwood #vash #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #reincarnation au #Trigun au #lenssi draws #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction #upcoming anyways

[genderbendqueen]

Teen vash gets in trouble and luida knowing his full name yells it so flash forward to after the 2 yr time skip after July, Vash's 1st time back on ship 3 and the whole group gets to hear luida yell "VASH SAVEREM" at top volume and is very confused the fact that his full name isnt actually "Vash the stampede".

#trigun #tristamp #fanfiction #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash #vashwood #luida leitner #ship 3 #mashwood #polygun #trimax

[roseserpentpress]

Comments and fic links below! (PS: click to see not crap quality photos/videos)

First finished ficbind for 2024, and first that I actually tried my hand at gold leafing (compared to previous use of gold inking). The gilding uses a hand-painted on glue and then the gold sheet overload and rubbed off; since the glue is put down not flat it adds a bit of texture to it, much like embroidery which I found cool. The design was based off a old cover design which I altered slightly to fit for the title of the book; been wanting to use one of the designs for a very long time now so rather chuffed to use one this time round, and (generally) well please with the typesetting. I actually painted the cover all in one long day with one piece running in the background during the holidays, lol. Two photos below are WIP photos and one including one of my su-purr-visors on my very cluttered desk. He's since passed due to being hit by a car, so the photos of him supervising me for this fanbind is something special to me.

The book itself contains mainly the Trigun vashwood fic Trillium and Ivy and upon remembering that there's a few other shorter stories involved, it became an impromptu anthology of the series. So overall it contains:

Trillium and Ivy (E, 80k)

Nick Wolfwood is the new director of Conrad-Chapel Funeral Home in May City, located across the street from Saverem Greenhouse & Landscaping. Over time, the owner, Vash, gets to know Nick and introduces him to the rest of the neighborhood, including local busybodies and married feminist bookshop owners Meryl and Milly. Vash and Nick are inexorably drawn to each other until they have to start admitting their feelings.

But Vash's brother, co-owner of the garden center, hasn't left his past as far behind as the twins had hoped when they started their lives over in May.

Raise a Glass to the Turnings of the Season (G, 7k)

A collection of small ficlets set in the universe of Trillium and Ivy, a modern AU in which Wolfwood runs a funeral home across the street from Vash and Knives' garden center.

Regarding the subjects of hospital visits, body image issues, adoption, laundry, and more.

I've seen all the demons that you've got (T, 8k)

The Hollywood-glam-slash-mad-scientist meet cute is going perfectly well, thank you. Except for all the anxiety, loneliness, insomnia, nightmares, body dysmorphia, identity struggles, poor communication, stalkers, arson, kidnapping, drugs, and concussions.

Other than those things... Knives might actually be onto a good thing in his life for once.

[A brief look into Knives' experience during Trillium and Ivy, a modern AU in which Wolfwood runs a funeral home across the street from Vash and Knives' garden center.]

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[miyukisluv]

guys please read Come And See by avoidingavoidance you will thank me

#it’s one of the most beautifully written stories i’ve ever read srsly like this should be published #if you want to see wolfwood healing then this is the story for you #also. gloopy cat vash #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #vashwood #trigun fanart #trigun fanfiction #wolfwood #vash

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

Chapters: 6/8 Fandom: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Zazie the Beast (Trigun) Additional Tags: tags to be updated, Canon Disabled Character, Slow Burn, Wolfwood pov, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Strong Language, Plant Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Intrusive Thoughts, PTSD, wolfwood is going through it, Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Trans Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Latinx Nicholas D. Wolfwood, wolfwood does priest shit in this one! but only kind of, Sharing a Bed, Catholicism, the parentification of nicholas d wolfwood, Cult Trauma, Smoking, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, wolfwood was a child soldier, Gun Violence, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, gender feelings, blood feud (ch2 only), vash can't drive, wedding-but not for them sorry, Drinking, County fair date, Dancing, Mentioned Millions Knives (Trigun), what if a building HATED you?, some bug stuff (mild), monster boyfriend moment, Suicidal Ideation, Dissociation Series: Part 2 of Write Your Ticket Summary:

Nicholas D. Wolfwood has always relied on himself. Whatever mission, whatever duty, he's stood alone. Vash wants to change that.

Or, Wolfwood has to endure the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, and also a friend who wants to help him. The sequel to Figure Me Out!

holy fuck i actually wrote this. i’ve been planning this since march. good night love and penis

#trigun #trigun fanfiction #vashwood #vashwood fanfiction

[goldmold]

*reads angsty fic*

*scrolls through tumblr like it's an advert*

*goes back to reading said angsty fic*

#ao3 #fanfiction #satosugu #eruri #itafushi #eremika #vashwood #sherliam #yumihisu #mobuhan

[fundashnee-rott]

Chatper 11 cw: mentions of former drug use and sex work

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[kidsomeday]

Soft Vashwood fic for WIP Wednesday, please!

Thank you very much for your patience and the ask! With your help I added 192 words to my NaNo project. -

“I want to wake up every day with you beside me and go to bed the same way,” he continued, grasping for the combination of words that would make Wolfwood understand. “I want you to yell at me for running into danger, and to watch my back, and be in all the places I need you to be without ever having to ask. I want to dance with you in every little town that has a jukebox and in the desert when there’s no music. I want to learn what makes you smile. I want to hold you as often as possible, and kiss you whenever I can.” He leaned in to do just that, using a thumb to wipe away a tear he was pretty certain Wolfwood didn’t realize he was crying.

#wip wednesday #wip wednesday game #wip writing #wip fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #vashwood fanfiction #wip vashwood fanfiction

[charzea]

fanart for Angel in the Architecture Amazing fic <3

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[echoooo000]

Erm so...

If you don't hear from me it is because I am writing a Vashwood fanfic

They are my roman empire.

(Idea credit from @fatouisthinking on TikTok)

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