#wolfwood 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.

#im just rambling #okay #i dont know where i was going. w it #no fics u only get vashwood rambles sodrry #vashwood #vashwood angst #trigun maximum #trigun maximum wolfwood #trigun maximum vash #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash angst #wolfwood angst #h4venpha

[isolabellz]

“you speak those favorite fables which i am yet to live and casually confirm my fears that i’ve got nothing to give”

#go listen to the song nothing to give by white lies #it’s so wolfwood coded it’s insane #wolfwood angst #vashwood #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood #vash the stampede #vash #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede

[fruitsoxs]

Hi I really love your writing, and I especially love the way you write angst!

May I request angst with misunderstandings or miscommunication with eventual fluff/smut featuring wolfwood and/or vash? Thank you and have a nive day!

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friendly reminder that i won't write smut for anons! but fluff is just fine !

pairing(s); wolfwood x (NB) reader warnings; a bit of angst, fighting, wolfwood is a little harsh and angry, there's a creepy person but they're dealt with fast wordcount; 1.7k notes; i have a vash version that i just can't get right. i'll eventually publish it, but for now have some wolfwood content. also this is kinda of 98 wolfwood coded

You pop open the tavern door to the outside, a spring in your step as you make your way over to the man currently leaning on the railing outside.

After rescuing a town from nasty bandits, the town decided to throw a party for your group of friends. Vash, Meryl, and Milly all seem to be enjoying the festivities inside. However, you noticed that a certain priest had excused himself outside without word. A little nervous he was going to leave, you decided to follow the man out.

He looks over at you, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He breathes in the smoke, and then lets it out before turning his body to face you. His normally goofy smile is replaced by something a bit…more sad. You don’t seem to notice his change in demeanor, too tipsy from all the free drinks the town was seemingly giving out. “Nicholas~” you sing at him, skipping forward until you stop right in front of him.

“What are you doing out here? The party is inside!” you ask him with a little grin.

He notices your state, and immediately goes tense. He takes a deep breath through his nose, then tilts his head up. “What do you want?” he seemingly snaps, obviously not in the best of moods. Your eyes widen at the immediate anger, the smile dropping from your face. You weren’t expecting him to be so…rude. Especially with how he treated you earlier after that fight. He was so worried about a little cut you got, even offered to help clean it up. It was such a nice moment…

Now his eyes are focused on anywhere but you, his muscles tense. He looks as if he’s uncomfortable to even be in your presence. He lets out another sigh when you don’t answer right away, and turns away once again. He looks out into the street with a glare you’re sure is meant for you.

Maybe spurred on by the alcohol in your system, you let out a little huff of annoyance at his attitude. “What’s your problem?” you ask, pouting slightly.

“You’re my problem.” He says simply, not even looking at you. There’s a sense of regret in the air after he says this, almost as he can’t even believe he said it himself. But he doesn’t back down. He’s not sure what’s wrong with him, but he’s angry. “And this isn’t the time or place to be talking about this.” he says dismissively.

“No- why are you suddenly so mad at me? What did I do? I thought we were doing okay…everything seemed okay earlier after-” He cuts you off with a growl, finally turning to face you again. “I said to leave it alone. Stop talking to me.” He almost demands. He takes a few steps back to make some distance between the two of you. The cigarette falls from his lips, landing on the ground. “Go away.”

Your eyes widen at the outburst. Tears begin to gather as you take a step back. You want to say more- demand more, but what can you do? Clearly he’s not in the mood to talk, and would much rather push you away. Even after the things he said earlier, even after the almost kiss you shared.

He turns away the moment he sees your tears. This isn’t the way things were supposed to go, but this isn’t where he wanted to have this conversation. This was supposed to be a celebration, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin everyone’s fun. There was no point in talking about all of this now, but he didn’t mean to hurt you. An overwhelming guilt starts to gnaw at his senses.

You look down at the ground. “Fine.” You mumble, before turning away and heading back inside the tavern. The door slams behind you. You make your way to the bar and accept a drink offered to you by one of the townspeople, immediately downing the liquid. You’re not exactly sure what it is, but it burns as it goes down.

If he doesn’t want to talk, then fine, you’ll party with everyone else. You’ll distract yourself from the overwhelming sadness in your gut, and try to have a little fun without him.

Hours pass, and the celebration has only gotten more wild. The music is louder, and the people are drunk and sloppy. Vash is absolutely out of it as he spins in circles with a grin on his face,. Milly is completely out of it, and Meryl seems to be the only person still sober enough to function. She has taken the job of waving off anybody that gets too close to Milly. You aren’t drunk, but you definitely aren’t sober as you dance around with random people.

The only other person who seems sort of sober is Wolfwood, who’s off to the side clutching onto a random drink as he watches you dance. He’s got a permanent frown on his face. While everyone else seems to be having fun, he’s definitely not. He just can’t seem to get over how he treated you earlier.

He really didn’t mean to snap. He knows you must be feeling heartbroken right now, especially after earlier. It’s just that…he can’t. He can’t stop thinking about watching you get hurt during that stupid fight with those stupid bandits. It’s not like the threat of death is new. You travel with Vash, there’s always been a risk. He knows that. Watching you get hurt today still shook him. He almost threw the fight to make sure you were okay.

Then, after he was tending your wounds he almost kissed you.

It’s become clear that his feelings for you are more than just friends. He just doesn’t know how to handle it. He’s been fighting his entire life, and he’s not going to stop any time soon. How can he ever realistically fit you into that picture without you getting hurt? It’s impossible. With him, you’re bound to run into trouble eventually.

But he…loves you.

He clenches his hand around his drink as he watches a random guy spin you around in a circle. His eyes have been fixated on you this entire time, watching to make sure you’re okay. He can tell, despite the smiles you’re giving off, that something is wrong. You’re probably still upset, and he doesn’t blame you for that at all.

He takes another sip from his and lets out a deep sigh.

Something catches his attention. Your dance partner’s hand falls a little bit too low as they lean in to whisper something in your ear. He sits forward in his seat, waiting to see how you react. When you try to push away from the stranger, Wolfwood stands up. The stranger keeps their arms around you, keeping you trapped against them.

Hell no.

He slams his drink down and walks over. He pays no mind to the people around him as he moves through the crowd, forcing people to jump out of his way. Once he’;s over next to you, he puts his hand on the stranger’s shoulder, digging his fingers into him.

“Excuse me. Is there a problem here?” he asks the stranger, a fake smile stretched across his features. The stranger looks a little annoyed at first, until he takes in the sight of the man before him. They mumble out a quiet “no.” and yank themselves out of Wolfwood’s grasp. They scurry off into the crowd, leaving you and Wolfwood alone.

You stare up at him for a second, unsure of what to say. You’re thankful for his help, but you’re still unhappy with the man. You cross your arms over your chest and look at the floor. “Thank you.” you finally say.

Wolfwood sighs and holds out a hand. “I’m…sorry…” he mumbles under his breath. You look wince as someone bumps into you. Wolfwood wraps an arm around you to help keep you steady. The people around you are still dancing, oblivious to the events that just happened. It’s a bit overwhelming, and Wolfwood can tell you’re getting upset. So, he starts to pull you away from the scene.

Despite the fact you’re still angry, you let him. You want to get away from the party for a second.

He pulls you to the back of the bar and lets his arm drop. You stare up at him in awkward silence for a second, before he sighs and repeats his words. “I’m sorry.” he says it louder this time, making sure you can hear him. “I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just…”

He looks around, running a hand through his hair. You can tell he’s getting nervous. It’s an emotion you don’t see him wear very often. It’s almost endearing to see him so…shy. He looks down into your eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I shouldn’t have said all that stuff. I do want to talk to you about things- I just needed a moment to gather my thoughts. I was never angry at you- I was …scared of my own feelings. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” He keeps his gaze locked with yours as he talks.

“Scared of what feelings?” you ask, curious to know what upset him so much.

He looks down. “I ... realized that my feelings for you are...” he trails off, stuttering slightly. “What I mean is that I...I just like you.” he finally gets it out. The sentence makes your heart start to pound. You understand now.

You reach out a hand and put it in his. “It’s okay.” you mumble softly as your fingers interlock with his. His hands are big, and a little cold. “I mean it’s not okay, but I understand. I forgive you.” You smile softly at him and pull him a bit closer.

Before he can say anything, you stand up on your top toes and press a kiss to his cheek. “We can talk about it later. I’ll be patient. But…I like you too.”

He smiles and pulls you into his arms, hugging you close. Despite the little fight from earlier, you know everything will be okay.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood angst #wolfwood fluff

[tenabrye]

Baby Blues

Wolfwood x Fem!Reader (Stampede Version) ft. Vash

Requested by: @sweetchildcloud

Warning(s): Childbirth scene, post-birth fever, death, angst

Your grip on Nicholas' hand tightened, causing him to wince a little at the pain, but he endured it for your sake. His eyes scanned over your body, small droplets of sweat having coated your face, neck, and hands as you breathed hard through your nose and mouth, switching between the two often. A frustrated groan ripped from your throat as your body tensed, your lower half doing its best to push out this child of yours. When you ceased, you leaned your head back against the pillow and closed your eyes.

"You're doing great, (Y/n)," you heard Vash say. He had been assisting with the birth, much to the dislike of Nicholas. The undertaker would have preferred to be in a town with a doctor, however, things never go according to any plan of his and your little one arrived sooner than he thought. "Just keep pushing."

You raised your head up a little to make eye contact with the blond. "I'm trying," you told him, your breathing heavy as you struggled to sit yourself up a little more. Wolfwood moved along with you, helping you ease yourself up into a more comfortable position to continue pushing. You glanced at him and frowned. "You did this to me."

"It takes two to tango, sweetie," he said, lips curling into a slight smirk as you rolled your eyes at him. The smirk was then quickly replaced with a frown as your grip on his hand tightened even more as you let out another pained groan, eyes closing as you struggled to push once more. "Don't worry," he reassured, "just a little more and it'll be over."

You stopped pushing, allowing your body to relax a little before the next time you would have to repeat it. It was difficult and you knew it was straining your body doing this. The pain didn't make it any better, either, but it seemed to have dissipated a little with each push you gave. A shaky sigh slipped out as you hung your head, trying to relax for a second before hearing Vash asking for you to push once again.

"I can't," you said, voice soft and shaky, "I just can't."

Wolfwood exchanged a look with Vash before the pair turned their attention to you. "Just one more," Vash said, "one more big push and you'll be done." You looked at him, the frown on your face causing him to mimic it. "One more time and it'll all be over. I promise."

"You can do it," Nicholas whispered to you. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze as he softly smiled at you.

You gave him a small nod, your lips mimicking the smile on his face as you prepared yourself for one last push. The pain of doing so was excruciating, and you couldn't help but let a scream rip itself from your throat as you pushed with all of your might for the final time. The soft crying of your child echoed in the room, causing you to smile as you laid back in the bed and relaxed your body, but something felt wrong.

Vash could be heard cooing at the infant as he held the child in his arms. "It's a little girl," he smiled, causing Nicholas to grin.

"You hear that, (Y/n), it's a--" He froze when he turned to look at you, his eyes widening at how pale you looked. Your skin no longer the vibrant tone it was before. Fear washed over him, and he panicked. "Oi, oi," he said, getting the blond's attention, "she's not looking too good."

Vash's eyes immediately took in your current state, and he frowned. "Check her forehead."

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft hum as you felt Nicholas place the back of his hand up against your forehead. It felt so nice and warm compared to how cold your body now felt. "You're so warm," you mumbled out, causing him to worry even more.

"She's burning up. What do we do?" The dark-haired man held a sad look on his face as he made eye contact with the blond. Vash then spoke up, instructing him on find a cloth and dampening it to place on your forehead, however, that seemed to be all that they could do. "Is there nothing else we can do?" Desperation was hinted in his tone, and Vash shook his head, frowning.

"We don't have a doctor."

Wolfwood's jaw clenched, and he hung his head for a moment before glancing back at your resting form. You looked worse than before, skin a lighter tone than it was prior, having now been coated with even more sweat as the fever slowly wrecked your body. "She doesn't look like she's getting any better. She looks--"

"She is," Vash said, cutting off Wolfwood. The man widened his eyes and turned to look at the blond, watching as he stared down at his daughter with a sorrow-filled look. "I'm sorry."

Nicholas' shoulders dropped as his brain tried to process it all, body shaking lightly. His attention went back to you, taking note of how you now had your eyes open and were staring at him with a sweet smile on your face. "Nicholas," you called out to him, and he came to your side, "can I see the baby?"

He stepped aside as Vash brought the infant to you, gently placing her into your arms before stepping back and allowing Wolfwood to be closer to you. "What do you want to name her?"

You smiled as you looked from the infant and to the undertaker beside you. "Clover."

Nicholas swallowed hard as he nodded. "It's a pretty name for her," he said.

You hummed a reply before your attention went back to your newly born daughter. "Clover," you let out a small sigh before pressing a kiss to her head, "I want you to be a good girl for daddy."

Wolfwood's body froze as he now looked down. He couldn't look at you right now, for if he did, he would break. He tensed when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Nicholas then looked up and met the soft expression on Vash's face. "You stay with her," he said. The blond slowly exited the room after receiving a nod from his friend, leaving him with his family.

"I'm sorry," you heard Wolfwood say.

"For what?"

"This," he said, gesturing to your condition.

You let out a small, slightly strained chuckle, coughing lightly as you shook your head. "It's okay, Nicholas. Sometimes life doesn't go as planned, but know that I love you...okay?" He gave you a small nod and clenched his jaw once more as you coughed a little more before relaxing. "I know you'll take good care of her. You and Vash will keep her safe for me."

His hand held yours as he stared at you, now frowning. He closed his eyes, and you could see them. The little tears that rolled down his cheeks and dropping onto the bed. You closed your eyes and laid your head back. You let out a small breath, feeling yourself slowly succumbing to this sudden sickness. You could feel your strength fading away, which was why Wolfwood took the infant out of your arms and held her in his own. It wouldn't be long now, but you would simply lay here and enjoy the peace with your little family.

Vash held Clover in his arms as he watched Wolfwood crouch down beside the grave, saying a few words to honor you before placing a small cross down upon it. The infant made a small noise, causing her father to stand to his feet and turn towards her and the blond. "Is she okay?" He asked.

Vash smiled softly and gave a small nod before glancing down at the child. "She is," he replied, "are you?"

Wolfwood didn't respond, which gave Vash his answer. He then pulled out his carton of cigarettes, flipping them open and bringing it to his lips to pull one out, only to cease when he heard his daughter make another noise. With a chuckle, he flipped the lid, closing the carton and sticking them into his pocket. "Let's go, Needle-Noggin. Need to make it to town for supplies."

The man chuckled at his nickname and nodded. "You think she'll be fine with us? We do get into trouble."

Nicholas stared at Vash before glancing down to the now asleep infant in his arms. "With us watching over her, she'll be the safest baby on this planet."

He would abide by what you said. He would keep your daughter safe, even if it killed him. She would grow up knowing you, hearing the many stories Vash would tell her about you, and how Wolfwood would interject at the outlandish parts. She would know the kind of person you were, and how he could never love anyone as much as he did you.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun wolfwood #trigun stampede wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun angst #trigun stampede angst #nicholas d wolfwood angst #wolfwood angst #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood x female reader

[portraitoftheoddity]

Nicholas hates getting shot in front of civilians.

When a target gets some lucky hits in, it's one thing. They usually gloat, or sneer, or get a cocky smirk of relief; then he cracks a vial between his teeth and gets to watch the smug looks on their faces vanish like the bullet holes in his body as the serum does its work.

Their fear is well-deserved, and (like them) short-lived.

Usually, he's able to get his targets isolated; able to do his work with no witnesses. But every now and then, there's a civilian, or some idiot that Nicholas has to jump in and protect, using Punisher and his own body as a shield to minimize casualties.

He tries not to look at them after the first few times it happens, because he knows how it goes: there's the horror as bullets punch through his flesh, and the dread as they think they're about to watch him die. Then when he doesn't, there's the briefest flash of relief-- which turns all too rancidly to fear, and a fresh flavor of horror as they realize he should be dead, but something has gone wrong in the natural order for him to stay standing.

Monster, they say with their eyes, on recognizing he's not human anymore.

And maybe their fear is well-deserved too.

(They aren't wrong, after all.)

#lena writes #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood angst #mini fic #trigun stampede #cw gun violence #fanfiction #lena's trigun nonsense

[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

[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 !!!

[maridoodles]

silly scribbles

#this is my peace offering for posting angst last time im sorry #trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #vash #wolfwood #my art #fanart #fan art

[mr-shimurka]

No hope. No strength. Just fear and anxiety.

My cheek wet with tears on your cold shoulder.

We can’t escape.

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #trigun #angst #trimax #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #yep i’m a little insane now… #my artwork #mr shimurka

[kitamars]

so kiss me and smile for me

#AND YOU THOUGHT I COULDN’T DRAW FLUFF #god. #i need to draw them in love to balance out the angst of their sheer existence #they’re everything to me #love them sm #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #ok bye

[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

[inkedberries]

more of this zombie apocalypse au! my first one can be found here

nai goes out to find more supplies and medicine for vash but another camp finds a sick and delirious vash and takes him to their camp to nurse him back to health

#trigun #trigun stampede #roberto de niro #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash the stampede #my art #fanart #lol i can't stop thinking about this au #we will return to angst next time i wanted something funny for now hhahaah! #zombie apocalypse au

[fruitsoxs]

the blood on my hands

pairing(s); wolfwood x reader (kind of) warnings; heavy angst, hurt no comfort, wolfwood being obsessed with what he's done word count; 500 notes; based off of that one part of trimax that makes me want to cry - this is purely sad. be warned. also this is super short

He stands so close to you, his shoulder almost pressed against yours- yet Wolfwood doesn’t close the gap. No matter how desperately he wants to, he knows he can’t. He shouldn’t. How could he ever allow the hands that have brought so much death to the world, ever touch you?

You, who shines like the suns in the sky. Who’s smile brings a certain comfort to all that see it. You, who makes his life worth living. A beacon of hope in an otherwise cruel and unfortunate world. You are bright, pure and innocent. Much like an angel, you shine with a pure white light. The essence of joy and love. Somebody he has to protect, because he knows that you could never hurt a single soul.

No, you are much too pure for the likes of him. 

Despite how his heart beats for you, he must stay away. Admire from a  distance, and never get too close. No matter how much this man truly adores you, he can’t touch you. He couldn’t dare lay a finger on you. If he did, then he would only be wiping the blood from his hands onto you. He must bear this curse of hopefulness, for it’s what he deserves. 

He deserves this pain.

Your beautiful eyes meet his and he can’t help but stare. He longs to reach out towards you, to take your hand in his. He wishes more than anything that he could press his own lips against yours. If he could, he’d treasure the love you give.

Sometimes, he’s tempted to look past his own sins and run to your arms. Then he looks down at his hands, covered in that thick red blood. He wouldn’t dare dirty you with the acts he has committed. He is far too gone to receive the happiness that he wants, and he knows that. He knows that he cannot have you.

Your hand brushes against his shoulder, a look of concern on your face. He sucks in breath and pulls away from your touch. 

Don’t you know what he’s done? How can you touch him like that after what he’s done? What he will continue to do. It’s in his nature to hurt others. It’s what he was created to do. Yet, you approach him so easily. You worry for him. 

He can’t have that.

“Don’t touch me.”

He forced himself to look away from the hurt written on your face. The pain in your eyes. He can’t stand knowing that he is the one who did that to you. His harsh words broke your heart, and he must live with that for the rest of his life. He must go on knowing that the person he cares about most, is suffering because of him.

It’s still better than you touching him. 

He has to remind himself over and over again that he doesn’t deserve your love. He doesn’t deserve your empathy. He doesn’t deserve your touch. 

There is too much blood on his hands.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood angst

[bloodiedstar]

The love was there. It didn't change anything. It didn't save anyone. But it still matters that the love was there.

Lyrics from I'm your man-Mitski

#trigun #vash the stampede #vashwood #trigun art #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun maximum #trigun 98 #trigun stampede #if nobody got me then neither does the narrative!! #how do you save your sworn ally when he is destined for death at the very beginning #angst #illustration

[duncanor]

That's it. I get why I feel Vash killing Legato hits harder in the manga than it does in the 98's anime.

When Vash pulls the trigger he doesn't just break his vow of non-killing to his mother but he also has to accept the death of Rem and Wolfwood at the same time.

When he kills Legato, it's the moment he let them go.

#trigun #trimax #Vash #legato bluesummers #rem saverem #Wolfwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun spoilers #I just woke up and the angst hit #It's so sad #Like ya he does it for Wolfwood #But he also has to let go all his most important people #2 lives against one to save another