To reach you is a dream of man
He couldn't take his eyes off you.
Smiling at the Humanoid Typhoon, you laughed with him. Him. That stupid needle noggin'. Wolfwood's head was on the counter of the bar holding his drink like it would run away the moment he released his death grip on the glass. The bartender noticed his sour mood, but that's nothing new to them. Every once in a while a depressed Patreon comes in and drowns themselves in their sorrow thinking alcohol would help them. Wolfwood was no different right now. He knows for sure Roberto noticed his longing gaze on you as you warped a hand around Vash's shoulder, laughing cheerfully and the blond brings his drink next to yours making a *clank* sound.
Vash just seemed to make you smile so easily. Why couldn't he be the  only one to make you smile? Well⌠he does. Wolfwood's eyes have a spark in them remembering the time he made you laugh. Oh, how he would love to hear that sound again. Your laugh was precious.
Wolfwood smoked up a storm, as usual, one night. Sitting down in the sand and lighting a cigarette, he saw a figure sit down next to him. He knew it was you. He could never mistake you for someone else. Your aura had something special that instantly calmed the raging demons inside of him. He didn't turn to you, only looking ahead of him. Everyone was asleep. Meryl was asleep in the truck with Roberto and Vash was on top of the truck, snoring loudly.
Why didn't you just go to sleep?
Why must you bother him with your presence?
The moment you're close to him he wants to hold you close to him.
Cage his arms around you, bury his nose in your hair as your smell envelopes his entire being.
 He had to restrain himself. He just quietly enjoyed your presence. This was enough for him.
You stared at him and Wolfwood felt like one of his strings are about to break and just kiss you right then and there. You moved closer to him and spoke.
âWolfwood, why are you always awake so late at night?â You questioned. Oh, how he loved the gentle way your voice would sound when you called out his last name. Oh, how he wished you would call out his first name the same way.
âCan't sleep. What about you though Stardust? You're always out like a light the moment the moons appear in the sky.â You chuckled quietly. Wolfwood felt his pride grow at your chuckle. He was the one what made you do that, not him. Not that outlaw.
You looked at the sky and laid down from your sitting position. You stared at the moons at the sky. âI just⌠can't sleep. Too many thoughts I guess. I thought that all that running we did today to protect Vash would leave be glued to my sleeping bag. But I guess not, my brain decided otherwise instead!â You yelled that last part a bit loudly. You turned around to see thankfully nobody has woken up from their slumber. Wolfwood chuckled deeply at your worry for the others. God, you could be so adorable, he thought as he finally turned around to look at you. What he saw was something he never saw you do before in his presence. Your face flushed, a beautiful red colored over your cheeks, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.
âSorry, I didn't mean to be loud there.â You quickly said before hiding your face in your hands. No, why are you apologizing? You just gave him the most beautiful image he would keep for eternity in his mind. In that moment he would replay that image of your flushed face over, and over and over again. Oh, how he wished to take your hands away from your face and gaze at your beautiful features. In private, he noticed you don't like looking at mirrors all that much. When he asked about it, you said about not really liking yourself that much but he shouldn't worry that much. But he thought differently. The moment he saw you he thought God sent you to soothe him, to forgive him of all the sins he's committed. You were so beautiful to him. You were gorgeous, pretty, breathtaking, amazing, and all the words he can't think of right now that could describe your beauty. To reach out to you, an angel sent to No Man's Land, would be a dream.
He stayed calm and collected, dragging his cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. âNo matter. You don't need to say sorry. Tell me child, what sinful thoughts are running through your mind?â Wolfwood teased. You shoot up from your laying position immediately and your face flushed again at this statement before snorting. Every time you snorted you put a hand on your mouth, stifling it as much as you could. âYou shouldn't hide your laugh like that stardust.â He said smiling ear to ear, enjoying this rare moment of you two being alone together.
âHey-â You started but quickly stopped as you saw Vash stir in his sleep on top of the truck. You lowered your voice as you started poking the priest on his shoulder. âYou can't just say stuff like that! Also, I would never confess anything to you, you're a lousy priest after all. Carrying a cross around that's actually a machine- actually laser- whatever gun- it's not holy even in the slightest! Does. *poke* Not. *Poke* Count. *poke* To. *poke* Being. *poke* A. *poke* Priest. *poke*
Wolfwood laughed a deep laugh. You stopped poking him and as you were about to ask what was so funny, you felt his hand grab yours and pull you towards him. You squeaked feeling yourself being thrown over him. You closed your eyes as you felt your cheek hit something hard. As you opened your eyes you saw that you were on his chest and Wolfwood was laying down in the sand. You held yourself up on your elbows as you were about to scold Wolfwood for laying in the sand. His clothes will get dirty! But then again you were laying on the sand a minute ago as wellâŚ
As you were about to say something you saw something in his eyes. A sparkle? Light? A small tiny light that you could have missed if you never looked at him. His dark eyes stared right back at you, What was minutes felt like hours as the two of you shared this moment together.
Wolfwood wishes this could last forever. He was so close to you, your bodies touching, you felt so soft and wishes to bring his hand to caress your cheek and bring you closer to his lips. God your lips looked so inviting right now. He felt like the demons that try to eat him alive every day are now telling him to give in his selfish desires. You seem to snap back to reality. You smile at him, flashing that gorgeous smile he wishes he could steal in a passionate kiss and keep it. Only he gets to see that smile of yours. Only he knows how much that smile is worth.
âI'll confess to you. Not my sins, but my thoughts if you are willing to listen father.â That last word was supposed to come off as a tease but your gentle tone and smile failed to give it any teasing remark. You noticed that Wolfwood didn't have his signature sunglasses on. You never noticed when he took them off. He doesn't have his cigarette either. When did he lose his cigarette? You feel exposed like this but you take a deep breath and stare at Woldwood's awe-struck expression. He blinks and feels you sit up on his slap and he stayed laying down on the sand.
He had to suppress a groan of satisfaction at the contact but he'll ignore it for now.
He grins as he puts his arms behind his head and winks at you. You giggle at this. God how he wishes to hand your hips right now.
âI'm all ears stardust.â He says. You start speaking about something, something about your day, you fears you've encunted today, fears from the past. But he couldn't hear you. He stares at you. Your eyes, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, lips- he's so hyperfocused on everything that is you right now. You, under the night sky, the moons shining light onto you and the worms above make you look like a painting. Oh, how he wishes he had a camera on him right now. To save this image forever. You under the night sky above him, confessing all your fears to him. Not to a priest, but to him, Nicolas.
A sharp sound of glass hitting the counter breaks his reminiscing. He groans as he sees Robreto staring down at him.
âWhat do you want scruffy?â Wolfwood manages to blurt out in his drunken state. Meryl appears from behind Roberto, looking at Wolfwood. She feels pity for him. Her and Roberto (even in their tipsy state) noticed how longing Wolfwood looks towards you. It's pathetic, Meryl said to Robreto. If he can tease and bicker with her all the time, not sparing her of any harsh words he spews out at her, he should be able to tell you about how he's feeling about you. And anyone with a pair of eyes can tell he feels strongly about you. Meryl's eyes noticed the way his demeanor sparks up like a firecracker when you talk with him. She also noticed how he never seems to tease you as harshly as he does her. When you back her up though, he seems to tone it down a notch as you tease him back. You both start throwing playful insults at each other. These moments make Wolfwood smile. A genuine smile from Wolfwood Meryl noticed. Looks like you're the only one that can swipe that shit-eating grin off his face. You poke your tongue out and make funny faces at him as Meryl hides behind your back. The moment you turn around though, taking Meryl with you, she turns around and pokes her tongue out at the undertaker as he quietly growls back at her as Vash tries to defuse him a bit by petting his shoulder.
Back to the present Meryl looks at you and Vash having some type of random convo she doesn't have interest in partaking in. She's too tired to deal with your and Vash's drunk bullshit. But she's also tired of Wolfwood's bullshit. She swipes the undertaker's drink from his hand as he tries to reach back for it only for him to slump back down to the counter.
God that's just a depressing sight.
She pulls Wolfwood back up with her hands gripping his shoulders. He stares daggers at her with the sourest expression known to mankind.
âYou HAVE to talk to her! Call her up to your room and talk. Do you have any idea how depressing and creepy it is to watch you stare (Y/N) for almost 2 hours now? Big guy handling a machine gun almost double his size but can't handle telling his true feelings towards someone? How pathetic.â Meryl says as she sways her hips and hands all over the place as she spoke. This awakened something in Wolfwood. Anger. Annoyance he has never felt before.
âI'll show you "pathetic" little lady. I'll SHOW you.â He stood up from his chair and walked over to where you and Vash were sitting. He stares at you and Vash as you both don't notice him at all, too caught up in your conversation.
Oh how he wishes he could blow needle noggin's brain out with the Punisher.
He clears his throat as you and Vash try to find where the sound came from. You both at the same time look at Wolfwood and you smile brightly at him once your drunk brain figures out who you're looking at.
âWOLFWOOD! Join us~ me and Vash were just talking about you hehe~â You and the blond giggle at each other as Wolfwood stares blankly at the two of you.
âYeah! Come have some fun! You always have a frown imprinted on your face, I bet (Y/N) could help replace it witha smileee~ Your smiles are JUST the bestâ Vash says as you hit him playfully on the shoulder telling 'him staaawppp it Vashhh'.
Wolfwood thinks he might hurl at this sight.
He shakes his head as he remembers the reason why he's here. âYou're coming with me stardust, we need to talk.â He takes your hand and you whine and wave back at Vash. He drags you through the bar and through the hallways of the Motel you're staying at. You stare up at him thinking what the hell has gotten into him. Your wrist hurts too. You hiss at the pain at some point and Wolfwood stops immediately. How dare he treat you so harshly when all he's been doing in his mind was worshiping you?
He pulls you up but never lets go of your hand. You both walk together until you reach the room he's staying at. He lets go of your hand to unlock the door letting you feel a bit empty with the feeling of his warm hand over yours. When he unlocks the door he leaves the door open for you. You chuckle as you enter his room. It's a small room. But honestly, with sleeping out so much in the desert this is a luxury. The undertaker walks past you to turn on the lap as you sit on the edge of his bed. You wait as he takes off his sunglasses and his suit jacket off. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight, seeing him only in his gray shirt without his glasses. It felt domestic in a way. You felt the bed shift as he sits next to you. There's only a small distance between you two. He head hung low and staring at the floor he didn't know what to say.
There was silence for a while until he spoke.
âStardust, remember the night when you confessed your fears to me?â You nod, and he continues. âThat night I think I finally realized I couldn't take my darn hands off you. I craved your presence. I hogged all of your attention that night and I was drunk on it. I was⌠drunk on you in general.â He laughs deeply as you felt your cheeks warm up. âEvery time darn time that stupid needle noggin' is with you I want to rip his head apart with my bare hands. You give so much to him and he makes you smile so easily and I wish i could make you smile the same way he does and I-â He stops as he sees your smile. A smile he saw before. The same smile he saw on that night. He suddenly felt embarrassed to continue on.
He stared at the floor for what seemed like minutes until he felt something soft touch his cheek and turn him to look at you.
Your soft hand touching him with your own will.
You scooted closer to him. He felt your hips and legs touch his and he felt a shiver go through him. God he craves you so much you have no idea how much torture it is for him not to touch you back.
You closed your eyes as you connected his forehead with your own. His breath hitched. âI love you Wolfwood. I have for a long time now actually. Ever since I met you with the crew.â
The undertaker touched his hand with yours that was resting on his cheek. âDon't⌠you like needle noggin'?â Wolfwood questioned. You detached your forehead from his and stared wide-eyed at him. And then you started laughing. Wolfwood deadpanned at this and you apologized.
âMe and Vash? No! We're just travel companions. We know each other for a long time but we have more of a sibling relationship. Nothing romantic.â You explain as you saw Wolfwood exhale loudly relieved. You chuckled at the exaggerated reaction. There was a moment of comfortable silence. You didn't notice his hands sneaking toward your waist. You felt his hands grab you and hoist you on top of him.
You blushed crimson red as you stared at him wide-eyed. Oh, how he loves that look on you. Only he could trigger such a reaction.
âWh- Wh-â You started and Wolfwood hushed you. You felt his hands bring you closer to him until you felt his warm breath hit your face. âWhat are you doingâŚ?â You asked so quietly that if Wolfwood didn't bring you closer your words would have been left for the wind to take. He was a greedy man and he wanted every word you spoke to be stolen by him alone.
âI have something to confess to you Stardust.â He stared at your eyes and then his eyes flickered to your lips. You slowly got closer to his lips. He could not wait any longer. No. He finally has you. The demons within him need to be fed.
He put his hand behind your neck and pulled you into a kiss. He was desperate, moving his hand from your neck to your hair to his other hand keeping you laid on top of him. He bit your lower lip as you gasped and he stole that opportunity to deepen the kiss he so desperately wanted for months. He wanted you for months and he can no longer keep his hands off you. He can't even think about being away from you. No longer was your presence alone enough to satiate the hunger in him. He wanted all of you. Everything you could offer to him. Please, give your everything to him. He's lost so much, all he needs is you. Please, don't leave me is all he's thinking about as he kisses you feverishly.
Your makeout session comes to hold as you both depart trying to find your breath. You lay on his chest as you close your eyes hoping for a bit of rest. Wolfwood chuckles breathlessly. âI haven't even confessed yet my angel.â
You look up at him with half-lidded eyes. âDidn't you basically âshowâ how you felt.â You pout. The man underneath you laughs as he cups your face with his hands. He looks up at you with hope in his eyes. Gorgeous black eyes now have light in them.
âI love you. I love you so much (Y/N).â He kisses you again. âThe amount of times I thought about you are endless. Every waking moment to the moment I close my damn eyes I can't stop thinking about you.â This time you pull him by his shirt collar and he makes a surprised *mmmphh!*. When you relieve him he opens his eyes to see yours filled with tears. For a moment he's shocked and reaches his thumb to wipe your tears away. You hug him.
âI love you too, Nicolas. I loved you the moment we met. I love you, I love, I love you!â You cheerfully chant. Wolfwood hugs you and pulls you down and rolls the both of you to his side. He buries his face in your hair and kisses the top of your head. You're pressed up against his chest and close your eyes. You fell asleep in his arms. The comfort of his smell and frame lull you to sleep. He holds you tighter and he repeats your words over and over again. He cannot believe that a man like him that killed so many now holds the love of his life so close. So, so close. He finally falls asleep smiling.
Granted his wish of calling him by his first name, Nicolas.
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