#lee!vash

[moonsoaked-tickles]

wolfwood snorts when he laughs and vash squeaks a lot

how I felt when I got this ask

/pos . ANYWAY .

the sillies .,. don't mind it's a little bad and that I used the 1990's versions . it's 2am

[lovelymessybubbly]

okay so, i tried to queue this under its associated ask last night, but i accidentally posted it instead, so i panicked and deleted it, and because i deleted it i deleted the og ask (ＴｗＴ。) and it was an anon toooooo. i got so upset i just logged out for the night lol. but anon who requested either rika from pokemon or vash from trigun stampede, this is for you !!!

“maybe vash the super ticklish would be a better nickname !!”

i have actually not seen trigun, but vash has been floating around my feed and omggg he is soooo cute !!! he has that clueless and energetic personality that i always fall for, and his hair is seriously to die for ( ´͈ ॢꇴ  `͈)੭ु so i played with him a bit too.

his frantic and hysterical expression is super adorable !! if he keeps making such reactions, it will be hard to ever let up ♡͙♡͚₍⸉ॢ⸍͕͈ ˕̫ ⸌͔͈⸊ॢ₎♡͚♡͙

anon i hope you see this cuz you were super sweet; thank you for your suggestion and continued support, please enjoy !!!

[vallee-ace]

Tickletober-2024 Day 2: Chase

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

lee!vash, ler!wolfwood

Summary: Vash was somehow annoying and Wolfwood had enough.

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"Get over here spiky hair!"

"NAHAhah-stay ahaway!!"

Vash wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in this situation.

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It had been a long day, the four of them driving for hours across the bland landscape. Their water supply was still pretty full, and their food was tasting good.

Basically, the drive was so uneventful, it was boring.

Roberto was napping in the passenger side, while Meryl drove. The two of them had been taking turns when Roberto was sober.

Wolfwood and Vash were in the back. Vash had been talking for hours, about what, he didn't remember. He was just so restless after being stuck in a car for hours. Wolfwood looked bored the whole time, but that was fine, Vash just needed to talk before he went nuts with just his own thoughts.

That's when it happened.

Vash didn't know what he said, but suddenly Wolfwood sat up straight.

"Pull over." He demanded, "I need to talk with Spiky hair."

The way he said talk sent shivers down Vash's spine. Did I do something wrong?

Meryl just rolled her eyes and slowed the car into a stop, happy for any excuse for a break.

"What did I do?" Vash whined as he and Wolfwood exited the car. "I was just talking."

"That's the problem, idiot." Wolfwood walked around to face him, a scowl on his face. "You're too noisy and I want a nap."

"Well, sure, I can be quiet." Vash rolled his eyes. "You just needed to ask."

"I don't believe you." Wolfwood stepped closer. "I think you need to let out all that pent up energy." He was right in Vash's face.

"So what, we're gonna talk outside the car?" Vash knew he was being too snappy, but seriously, 3 hours in a car will do that to someone. "I hate to break it to you, but that won't heEEAGH!"

Vash lept back, rubbing his hand against his ribs where Wolfwood had pinched. It had tickled.

"Why did you..." Vash's voice petered out as he saw that look in his friends eyes. He took another step back, his hands going up in a placating gesture. "Now Wolfwood... Let's not do anything silly..."

"Isn't being silly your whole thing?" Wolfwood smirked and cracked his knuckles. "This should be right up your alley." He raised his hands into claws. "Now let's get you tired out."

"You know whahat? Ihi'm tired nohow-" Vash backed away from the car and the sinister being in front of him.

Said being just grinned, an evil sparkle in his eye. "Run."

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"Woholfwoohoohd, stahap chasing mehehe!" Vash stumbled up a dune, giggles slipping out when he saw his hunter close behind.

"I will if you stop running!" He paused to gasp for breath. "This would be over sooner if you would stay still!" He lunged at the blond.

"naAH!!" Vash dived under his legs and rolled back down the hill, narrowly avoiding his clutches. "Seehee yuh!" He cackled as he picked up speed, having way to much fun with their new version of tag.

Wolfwood growled, fighting a genuine smile at the silliness that man seemed to project. "I'm coming for you, Vash the Stampede!" He leapt down.

Vash leapt to his feet and turned to see where the brunette was, and all but shrieked when he saw Wolfwood rapidly gaining on him, using the momentum from the downhill to sprint super fast.

"MEHERYHL!" He ran for the car, "HEHELP MEHE!"

Meryl, who had been stretching and pacing next to the car while the two men ran around the area, rolled her eyes and slid into the driver's seat. She winked at Vash.

"W-Wait!!" He was almost there, "Whahat are yo-"

And just as he was about to grab the handle, the sound of the lock clicking rang out, louder than a siren.

He stared in stunned silence at Meryl, who waved cheekily at him. Did she just-

"wAAUGH!" Wolfwood collided with his back, tackling to the ground, pinning him on his stomach.

"I caught you!" Vash's heart lept into his throat at the sinister tone Wolfwood's voice took. He began to struggle, trying to knock him off. Those nervous giggles came back full force.

"W-Wahahit, buhuhuddyhehe, lehets talk a-abohut thiIS-EEAAHAhahahaha-NAHha!"

Two evil hands vibrated deeply into his ribs, making those awful, silly sparks spread through his torso, pulling the loudest cackles from his wide, smiling, mouth.

"Ohoho, no." The self-proclaimed under taker couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. Vash's laugh was way too contagious. "You've done more than enough talking today. It's time we make sure you get all that restlessness out." He switched to scratching his higher ribs, which certainly got a good reaction.

"WohohlfwohoOHOHHAHAHAHAAA!!" The gunman's legs began kicking frantically behind him, trying to either assist in escaping or distract him from those wiggly fingers wrecking his nervous system. "I-CAHAHAHAHAAANT!! EEAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Case in point." Wolfwood shook his head, grinning, "Look at how much energy is going already! We'll be done in no time."

"Try not to kill him!" Meryl called from her seat, having rolled down the window. She smiled at Vash's bright pink, laughing face. He should laugh for real more often.

"Don't worry, it's gonna take more than a little tickling to off the famous outlaw, Vash the Stampede." Wolfwood pulled a hand away to give her a thumbs up, switching to pinching up and down the blonde's ribcage, giving him a little break.

"eheheheheheh" Vash just lay there, trying to breath evenly. His face felt sore from smiling so much and his brain felt squishy. How long has it been since anyone tickled me? he wondered. No one sense Rem... He felt his heart grow a bit heavy at the thought. It was always fun playing silly games with her. Rem...

"Hey, spiky hair!" Wolfwood's voice jolted him out of his spiral, or maybe it was the scribbling between his shoulder blades, causing his full body to spasm with a squeal. His giggles became higher pitched. Backs can be ticklish!?

"Don't think I'm done just 'cause I gave you a break." Wolfood smiled down at him. He could almost sense when Vash began thinking too hard on whatever his sad backstory was. He did it way too often when given time to think. Maybe this can help him stop for a while along with tiring him out.

Wolfwood switched his smile to an evil grin again before Meryl noticed. "We're staying here until you stop squirming. Then I'll know your tuckered out." He bagan to scribble at Vash's ribs again.

"M-Ehehehehaha-Meheryhyhhl!!" Vash weakly raised a shaky hand towards the car, his nose scrunching when the scratching on his back moved up, towards his neck. "HEHEehEHlp meheheheEHE!"

"Sorry bud," Meryl shrugged unapologetically, "You seem like you need a good laugh right now, plus your jabbering earlier was getting annoying." She then looked up to Wolfwood. "Maybe try his armpits, that's always a good spot."

Vash's stomach swooped at those words, his frantic kicking started again, and he began to claw at the ground. "NohohohoOH!" He shook his head.

Wolfwood snickered at his sad attempt at crawling. "Where are you trying to go right now?" He lifted his hands away and scooting forward onto his ribs.

"Ahahawahahyeehee frohom yohoho-EEEHK!" Vash squeaked as he felt hands rest right in his underarms, unmoving. His arms immediately tried to slam down, but Wolfwoods knees were in the way!

"Any last words?" The fingers twitched.

"pleheheheahase!! wahahait- I-Ihcahahant- ihihihihihit-yohohohouhuHUHUHUOHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAAJHAHAG- NAHAGAHSGAHT THEHRYEHEHEREE!! HYYEEAAHHAHAGSTHTGGHXCJFJ!!!"

"Woah!!" Wolfwood nearly fell off from the sudeen bucking and twisting. "This spot must really tickle, huh?"

"YEHEGRGHEHEHESSS!! STAHAHAHHAASDCGGHH!!"

"In aha bihiht, I wanna mahake sure thihis wohorks." Wolfwood dug in with glee, the hysterical laughter flowing from the human typhoon was so infectious he couldn't help the snickers that escaped.

Meryl couldn't stop giggling either. She was too distracted by the sight of Vash's demise, she didn't notice the movement next to her.

"Ghh..." Roberto was woken by the sound of... screaming? "What are y'all doing?" He opened one eye to the rookie giggling? and looking out her window.

She startled at his voice, turning to face him. "Ohoho... uhuhumm..."

"Ihi'm ticklihihng this idiohohot." The loud, chuckling voice of the new group member came from the driver's side window.

Roberto's eyes widened. This I gotta see. He stepped out of the car and walked around to the front.

There was Vash, cackling and screeching on the ground, unmoving. Wolfwood sat on top, his hands were in fact tickling at the humanoid typhoon's armpits.

"It seems you ahare." How was that screeching infectious? "But I think he's hahad enouhugh." Roberto crossed his arms, giving the don't argue with me look.

"Yeaha, youhur rigiht." Wolfwood backed off, standing up. He faced the older man. "How was your nap?"

"...Fine?" That seemed like a loaded question. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering since I didn't get mine." Wolfwood sighed. "Someone wouldn't shut up." He smirked.

Roberto glanced down at Vash, who hadn't moved much. His arms were clamped down on his side, and tired giggles were streaming out of his giant smile. "He certainly isn't talking anymore."

"Then I believe it's time to go!" Wolfwood clapped his hands. He walked around to his door and sat down in the car.

Roberto rolled his eyes and tapped the humanoid puddle with his foot. "You ready to go?"

Nothing but giggles were his answer.

"Goodness." He sighed, then picked up the blond and carried him to his seat, setting him down and buckling him. "What did you do?" He looked up to Wolfwood, only to see him snoring already. He really did want that nap, huh?

Roberto opened the driver door. "Switch with me, I'm driving."

Vash couldn't stop giggling. Those phantom tickles kept moving up and down his ribs. His brain felt like mush, and he couldn't grasp any thoughts. He only felt lighter than ever.

Maybe he should bother Wolfwood more often...

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Author's Note: I went a little overboard with this one, lol

I freaking love Vash. He's so silly and deserves all the love and tickles (mainly tickles). Until next time!

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 6: Provoke

Lee!Vash x Ler!Wolfwood

Before you read this, just know that this might be ooc, as it has been a MINUTE since I've written for these guys or watched Tristamp at all. That being said, I have missed these two very much

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“Wolfwoooood!”

“What could you possibly want now, Spikey?” 

Currently in the van was a certain wanted criminal and his friend, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The two of them, along with Meryl and Roberto, had been driving for the past eighteen hours, only just now, as the sun was sinking below the horizon, were they stopping in a nearly desolate town. 

The other two were currently outside, looking for a few fuel tanks to take with them on the rest of their journey starting tomorrow, the two boy’s in charge of staying behind – more specifically, Wolfwood being in charge of keeping the blond out of trouble.

As it was, Wolfwood was attempting to get his routine beauty rest – the full four hours of it. Keyword, attempt, as Vash wouldn’t leave the man alone for some godforsaken reason.

“I’m borrrred. Can’t we go out and explore the town a little? I won’t cause any trouble! Swear on plants!” Vash said, his hand moving in a cross shape across his chest before holding his palm up.

“As I’ve said the last three times, no.” He grumbled, closing his eyes and putting his hat over his face, crossing his arms and attempting to ignore his friend’s antics. “And as I have also said, I am trying to sleep. Now knock it off, would’ya?” The man sighed.

The Stampede narrowed his eyes, scooching closer to the brunette before poking him in the side, again and again. “Wolfwood. Wolfwood. Wolfwooood~” At least until the man sat up, fuming.

“I swear to god you little- com’ere!” Vash attempted to back away as fast as he could, not that there was much room to in the back of the cramped van. He managed enough though, that is until the door blocked his escape.

“W-wait Wolfwood I’m sorrehehehehey! W-wahahait!” The priest's hat lay forgotten on the car’s floor as his hands grasped out for the blond, wrapping around the slim waist as he managed to straddle him on the backseat and drill his thumbs into the divots of his hips.

Nicholas clicked his tongue, shaking his head as a playful smirk made its way onto his face. “No way, blondie! I think I need to tucker you out.”

“Nohoho you dohohohon’t! WolfwohoHOHOHOOD!” Vash’s laughter raised in pitch as the other’s hands wandered up to his sides, squeezing and kneading the muscle under them.

“What’sa matter, Needle Noggin? Can’t take a little tickling? The great wanted criminal taken down by a few fingers to his sides?” He teased with a chuckle, not needing to worry about Vash trying to overpower him as the blond was always sapped of his strength when he was tickled.

All Vash could do was shake his head and laugh as he grasped at the other’s wrists, his entire body squirming under him on the seat as he had his way with the blond, not letting up for a second until he was tired out, true to his word.

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“Oh my god...unbelievable.” A certain reporter-in-training uttered as she and the older man came back from their trip, met with the two they left behind sleeping, one on top of the other.

“They’re kinda cute…” Roberto chuckled, quietly getting into the driver’s side of the vehicle.

“When they’re asleep? Yeah. Any other time? Nuisances.” Meryl laughed fondly, taking out her camera and snapping a shot of the two before they headed off to their next destination.

[rachi-roo]

Hii! I saw your requests open and I wanted to ask could you perhaps write some tickle headcanons for Vash from Trigun? Any version is fine, I just need more tickle content of that silly lil guy--

(Love your blog btw! <3)

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Trigun: Vash - Tickle Head Canons!

YES! YES! THANK YOU! I've wanted to write about this goobie woobie for so long! I've actually had some HCs written up for ages but never found silly Trigun fans to share them with! 😭 Bless your little socks anon!! Thank you for the opportunity to go HDBDIAOWKDBAI over my Vashy-Washy! XD Love you dust bunny!!!

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Lee:

Being inhuman has its perks. Not many but a few. Immortality is pretty cool. But in Vashs case, hanging out with the humans has brought upon a strange, problem, when it comes to physical touch.

At first, Vash had never heard of tickling or being ticklish. Why would he when everyone has only ever wanted to kill him? Until he met Meryl and Millie. One drunken party had led to a cuddle pile where the two females decided to attack the defenceless male, leading to the discovery. He is, in fact, very ticklish.

He is ticklish absolutely everywhere. Luckily, his huge coat and armour protect him most of the time. You'll have to catch him out of uniform to make him squeal.

Saying catch isn't really right, though. He loves being tickled and won't try to avoid an attack if he sees it coming. Like an obedient pup, he'll lay there and take it. Despite his wriggling, he does his best not to get away or stop those scribbling fingers.

His laugh is wonderful. Bright, loud, full of life. And he's very chatty whilst being wrecked. Being his usual goofy self, he'll say the most random things between his laughter.

"H-Hehey! Ahaha! Gohod I could reheheally go for a snAHAHACK rigihight now! Aha! Hah... Aww, why you stop?"

Brat. Brat. Bratty brat brat. Big playful goob. If he wants tickles, he'll follow you around all day until he gets them. Even if it means tickling you first to get a response, he'll do it. He'll poke you. Scare you. Steal a snack. Even throw some playful cheesy flirting your way.

His favourite are reward tickles.

"Didn't I do a good job taking care of those bandits? Come oooon, you know what to do~" He'd say, sprawling happily over your lap.

Praise him. Tell him how cute he is. It's the only time you might be able to fluster him instead of the other way round. If you manage to accomplish this, he'll cover his ears, trying to hide how red they go.

Drunk Vash tickles? Yes. His gangly limbs are so uncoordinated that he'll just flop around like a wet noodle. Hiccuping and snorting happily. Wolfwood takes full advantage of this as he's usually on the receiving end of tickles~

His most sensitive areas are his knees, ribs, and underarms. He also loves it when you tickle his palm. Having only one real hand means the one he's got needs extra love. The teddybear song is a personal favourite of his. Since he's a big kid, really.

Basically, he loves being tickled. Any time. Any place. For any reason. Laughter is so important to him. How could he not crave the sensation?

Ler:

Run. Just run. This man is a menace. Ever heard of the tickle monster? This guy gives him nightmares. In the best possible way.

For whatever reason, you look down in the dumps, or maybe you just committed the unspeakable SIN of eating his last doughnut. Vash is gonna getcha~

He'll chase you round all day, laughing with you as he puts on his 'villain' voice, cooing and teasing as he makes grabby hands at you as you try to flee.

"I'm gonna getcha~!"

"Mwahaha! You think you can escape the claws of Vash the humanoid Typhoon!? Nae! You will suffer at my hand, Mortaaaal!"

"Wow, you're quick! What's got you so frantic, I wonder? Haha!"

Once he catches you, it's over. He'll use his mechanic arm to hold your wrists, allowing his free hand to do the work.

He's a skitterer. Spider fingers are his favourites since they make his victims giggle the most. Changing spots every couple of seconds to keep you wriggling.

The sharpshooter had also invented his own adorable little game! He calls it 'Don't shoot'.

The ler surprises the Lee, aiming finger guns at them and calling 'Hands up!' The Lee has to respond quick as they can with 'Don't shoot!' Whilst throwing theirs hands up. If they're quick enough, the ler, Vash, approaches with his finger guns, circling and teasing the victim with anticipation. Faking a prod or two. The victim has to not flinch or giggle or they get 'shot' or rather, bombarded with tickly pokes.

Vash, being Vash, always makes the sound effects as he's poking you. "Pew! Pew! Pew! Should have stayed still, bandit!" He also loves being on the receiving end of this game, always losing, curling up as soon as those fingers get too close.

He's so gentle as a ler. Teasy and bubbly as always. He'll pull you into a hug, wriggling his fingers into your sides, blowing raspberries on your neck. He's a big guy, holding you still isn't difficult.

"Ah, Mon précieux, what a lovely singing voice you posesse~"

"A snort!? For me!? Oh my gosh, do it again!"

"Huh? Don't say tickle? Why shouldn't I say tickle? Is tickle a bad word? Is ticklish a bad word, too? What about tickled? Oh gosh, I'm saying all these awful tickly words! Oh well, I've sinned now, might as well go all out~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Once he's tired you out, he'll hold you close to him, chuckling quietly at how flustered you are as he pets your hair. He'll share a doughnut if he feels he's been particularly mean~ Lucky you!

Vash, Vash, Vash. What a goobie woobie he is. My beloved sunflower 🥹 Making this a world build upon love and peace!!! 🤞 Marry me FUCK SAKE! XD

100% Switch!

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[moonsoaked-tickles]

100% in stampede- wolfwood has pinned Vashs arm with a magnet and the other with his body while tickling Vash half to death- aNYWAYS

YEAH . YEAH ABSOLUTELY . Vash is screaming bloody murder and Meryl comes to see what the fuck is happening just to see that a magnet and tickling is involved

[keru0]

Cheering Up

Ugh I just finished TriStamp and I already miss them so much ToT!! This fic is on the shorter side but I was in the mood to write for them and I figured I’d put something out while I try to finish that Rag-Bros fic. Anyways, hope yall enjoy!!

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Vash, Ler!Wolfwood, Ler!Meryl (romantic)

Contains: SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 1359

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It was an…odd night, to say the least.

Instead of their usual – which consisted of them sleeping in the truck – Vash, Wolfwood, and Meryl were actually able to hunker down in a less-then-nice and cozy motel. Of course, as always, there were arguments of who would take what bed, Vash insisting on sleeping on the floor, but Meryl and Wolfwood were having none of it, almost forcing Vash to take one of the two beds since he always insists on the floor, though his price was that one of them would take up the bed with him so no one would sleep on the floor that was covered in god-knows-what.

After the sleeping arrangements were agreed – Wolfwood deciding he would sleep with the humanoid furnace – they decided to go to a bar nearby, wanting to have some fun before heading out in the morning. This, of course, led to the trio drinking until they were barely lucid, stumbling their way back to their shared room. 

Meryl insisted on showering first, still disgusted by the bug guts from yesterday, leaving Wolfwood and Vash alone. 

As soon as Meryl disappeared behind the door, Vash let his façade drop, dropping his cheery smile for a more sullen look.

Drinking always makes Vash think of things he usually doesn’t think about – things he doesn’t want to think about. It’s fun at first; hanging out with friends, forgetting about his worries, but by around the fifth drink, thoughts he thought he had stashed away come barreling to the surface, forcing him to think about them.

Usually Wolfwood would leave him be, knowing Vash doesn’t like to talk about what’s on his mind, knowing that he thinks he’s a burden if he even so much as frowns at someone, let alone talks about his feels. The beer in his system, instead of ignoring him, makes him want to know what's going on with his usually-bubble friend; it makes him want to help him in a way Vash never lets anyone help.

So, noticing his change in attitude and knowing that the Humanoid Typhoon gets in his head, Wolfwood turns towards him, the cigarette in his mouth doing nothing for the slurring of words the drinks are causing. “You alright, Needle Noggin?”

Not wanting to worry his friend, Vash immediately switches expressions to his usual cheery demeanor, looking up, surprised by Nicolas’ acknowledgment, he puts a smile on his face as crows feet come at the corners of his eyes, his beautiful dimples on half-display, forcing their way through his thoughts. “Uh- Y-yeah! I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?”

Sighing, Nico walks to sit by Vash on the bed, thighs touching as he rests his elbows on his knees and softens his expression. “Drop the act, Needles. What’s bothin’ ya?”

Wolfwood can see his expression change almost immediately, Vash looking away as soon as he feels it drop. “It…it's nothing, Wolfwood. It’s not important.”

Wolfwood groans, rolling his eyes as he steels his expression as much as he can under the influence. “Bullshit it's not important! Stop with the dramatics, Vash. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Vash flinches under his words, almost seeming to fold in on himself. Noticing this, the Punisher sighs again, trying to soften him voice. “Look, Needles, Shortstack and I care about you. You can’t just go around ignoring your own feelings all of the time. Look at me.”

Vash turns his head, bright cerulean eyes locked onto grey, a look of understanding passing between the two before Vash looks away again. “M’just thinking about…about the last time someone hugged me.”

Wolfwood furrows his brows at this, wanting to know more. “Huh? What are ya talkin’ about, Needles?”

“I just…” Vash looks down, his cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red than the one brought on by drinking. “I miss it. Being hugged.”

Wolfwood chuckles, getting up from the bed.

“W-wha-?! Why are you laughing! I thought-” Vash was cut short by Wolfwood hugging him tightly, arms around his shoulders, cheeks pressed together. 

“Blondie, for being nearly two centuries old, you sure are dumb.” He moves his face down to the crook of Vash’s neck, mumbling into the soft skin, one of the rare areas on Vash that wasn’t metal nor scar. “If you ever want a hug, just ask me or Shortstack. We’ll be happy to give you what you want, Needles.” 

Finishing his half-speech, Nick breathes in Vash, noticing that there is a distinct smell, the alcohol betraying him and letting the words slip through. “You smell nice. Like…I actually don’t know what like…”

Vash’s eyes widen, never seeing his friend act this way. ‘It’s probably the alcohol,’ he thought, encircling his arms tightly around the smoker, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “U-um…it’s flowers.”

“Flowers, huh?” Wolfwood closes his eyes as he moves his head up and down, his stubble scraping against Vash’s sensitive neck as he keeps breathing in the floral aroma. “I like it.”

“W-Wolfwood, wahait! Y-your beheard!” Vash laughs, Nick’s stubble tickling his neck as he moves his face along the vulnerable flesh.

“Beard? You mean my stubble, Blondie?” Wolfwood chuckles. “What’sa matter?” He teases, sneaking his hands towards the humanoid’s sides, gently scribbling along them, feeling the bumps of the scars and metal that litter his body through the thin cloth of his shirt. As he lowers his body so he is on top of Vash, the both of them laying down now, legs dangling off of the bed, he leans in close to Vash’s ear, smiling as he whispers, tickling him more in the process. “Is the Humanoid Typhoon…ticklish?”

The Typhoon weakly grabs Nick’s wrists, if only to ground him, as his black-haired partner continues to tease him. “Nihihick! C’mohohon! Knock it ohohohoff! NaHahAhAHa!”

Vash loses it when Wolfwoof moves his hands higher, gently digging into Vash’s bare sides. “Why should I, Needles? We both know that you’re strong enough to make me stop…that is, unless you like it~”

“WolfwoHohOhoHoD! HahAhaHahAhAhaHa!” Vash whined, Wolfwood deciding to start nibbling on his ticklish neck.

“You know the word, Needles~”

“What are you two doing?”

Both the Punisher and the Humanoid Typhoon look up, blushes – from either the situation or the drinking, who knows – on their faces as they are met face-to-face with Meryl, freshly clean and in her pajamas, which consisted of shorts and a t-shirt, a faux look of annoyance on her face.

Vash stammered. “U-um…we were…uh…”

Wolfwood, on the other hand, decided that the shortie needs to know about Vash. “Well, Shortstack-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“-Vash here was down about wanting hugs, and I just let him know that if he ever wants one, he’s free to ask us. Isn’t that right, Shortstuff?”

Meryl was truly annoyed with the use of the nickname again, but softened to agree with him, sitting down opposite of the others, speaking directly to Vash, whose gaze was averted to the wall, a cute pout on his lips. “Right. Vash, anything you need or want, just ask us. There’s no harm in that, and you won’t be bothering us.”

Wolfwood freed one of his hands to bring it up to Vash’s cheek, turning his head so they were face-to-face. “She’s right, Needle Noggin. Just ask. Anyways,” Wolfwood started, finishing his portrayal of the events of the last few minutes. “I decided to give him a hug and he decided to be ticklish-”

“I didn’t decide that!”

“-and then what you saw happened. Seemed to cheer him up, yeah?”

Meryl smiled, laughing softly, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re right, Wolfwood. Think he needs any more cheering up~?”

“I think so~”

“W-wait! G-guys c’mon! Meryl, not you tohohoho! AhaHahAhA!”

And so the “odd night” came to a close. Vash’s bubbly laughter filled the room before he and Wolfwood finally got their showers and, instead of sleeping on separate beds, the trio cuddled together, the Humanoid Furnace keeping them plenty warm.

Safe to say this “odd night” became the new normal, with Vash asking for hugs almost every hour – and getting them – and getting “cheered up” by his partners whenever he felt down. This new normal was better, and all of them thought so.