@p00pdev1l Jazz nooooo, don't come at me like this 😭
Nai, focusing on offense in his training to better crush anything that would threaten the paradise that is the kingdom his brother calls home. Nothing else in the world matters more than keeping his brother safe...until you.
Since fighting for this kingdom, he is no stranger to being gazed upon by the masses as something ethereal; Holy, even, though the thought of anyone trying to get close to him other than Vash is deplorable, unacceptable, disgusting. Yet when you cast your eyes full of wonder and gratitude on him as he returns safely from the battlefield, a flattering blush forming on your cheeks as you realize he's looking back at you, he finds himself understanding that although he is a knight and not a king, he is also a God. A God SHOULD be worshipped. He has given his grace to protect this place, so why not allow you to kneel before him to receive his blessings personally? He's never uttered a prayer before, but he knows exactly how he'd answer yours. He wonders at how you'd worship him, and how he'd reward you for your devotion.
The first time such thoughts crossed his mind it utterly repulsed him. Yet they would not leave him, and by now he's had these thoughts for so long that he's had you in every way possible without ever laying a finger on you. Perhaps it's long enough, and maybe he can encourage you to come along the next time he would be sent out to a neighboring kingdom. After all, you would have nothing to worry about. He'd keep you safe...and you'd keep him satiated.
Then there's Vash, a knight who favors defense over the shedding of blood. He and Nai lost their home long before finding refuge here. They had little to offer to such a prosperous kingdom, yet he wanted so much to give thanks to the people who saved them. What better way than to learn how to protect it, so he and Nai wouldn't lose a second home to unnecessary violence?
While Nai more often joins traveling parties to patrol the kingdom, or fight to stomp out war before it can break lose, Vash stayed behind. He patrolled the city, got to know it's people who now trust him deeply, and he'd never do anything to damage that trust! Sometimes he scares people when they realize the goof in armor has the capacity to be dangerous, and it saddens him. But that's why it's so hard being around you.
You who had once helped to treat his wounds, and rather than recoil in fear and disgust at the scars that marred his flesh, you softly ran your fingers over each one and thanked them for keeping him alive. He would never damage your trust in him...but it was always so hard to keep from touching you, keep from holding you, keep from asking to kiss you, keep from wanting all of you. Knights made oaths to protect the kingdom, the royal family, and occasionally an individual noble...yet if given the chance, he'd willingly prostrate himself to make an oath on your behalf.
I was asked by a friend to make headcanons for knives, specifically about him trusting the reader.
So let's do that.
GN reader, chubby reader is intended, but I don't really talk about body types a ton?
No warnings, I think? Outside of my usual spelling and grammar issues,
Does any of this make sense? Bro, I'm sorry; I'm just rambling, and I too hate the constant bombardment of weird abuse fantasy fics just because he's a villain.
Starting off with HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HUMAN-HATING KNIVES TO TRUST YOU?
Well, be useful to him. For this instance, we're going to say you're a plant engineer that's extremely good at their job.
Prove you're more useful alive than dead, actually help with his plans, and at the very least you've put yourself on the 'humans that are allowed to live' list.
The best way to actively get close to him is frankly to just prove yourself extremely useful; based off the humans he is close with, we know he values usefulness when it comes to humans.
To build up actual trust would take a while...like a long while. He hates humans; he thinks they are a plague, so you're going to have to be patient and hope you don't piss him off.
So, you've finally gotten THE knives to trust you, consider you a friend even, maybe more?
What now?
I have my own set of headcanons that the brothers can be very catlike, and that includes good ol' Nai.
In the way of, don't go to him; let him come to you in his own time.
You'll likely find that he's started to sit around you and complain about issues he's been having, partially pertaining to humans, partially to his plans, and partially to his brother you get the idea.
He isn't very physically affectionate; if he considers you 'more' than just a friend, whether it's a mutual thing you've talked about or not, you may occasionally find him leaning onto your shoulder.
You'd have to be in an actual relationship to touch his hair/have him lie in your lap, though. Softy nai is only for relationships.
Speaking of, I feel like he's the type to, with no warning, plop his face onto your stomach when he's extremely frustrated or overwhelmed just to decompress.
I should add, getting into a relationship with him is hard. He doesn't do human stuff, so it's probably a matter of convincing him it's beneficial for him. He'll come around eventually and understand.
Back to regular old trust headcanons, he'd likely go to you with ideas he had, and you'd get to hear him plan them out and iron out kinks.
He'd take your opinion a little more seriously, but at the same time glare at you if it goes against what he already has planned, even if he's already decided it's actually better.
You just have to remember, he's always got a bad temper, mainly around humans, but he isn't the type to have outbursts for no reason. He knows when to keep that in.
Also adding on that, said friend has a headcanon that the Saverem bros have tails:
Only in a relationship will he wrap it around you. Do not touch it unless he initiates first or has already made it clear he doesn't care.
Will probably stare at you with a deadpan expression if you hold it just so you don't get lost or just because.
Including this plus the cat thing
You are his pillow; he doesn't care if you hate it. It's partially that 'soft' side of him that he hates, using it as a way to have his ear over your heart.
All in all, you are probably at the top of the list of 'do not kill' once he trusts you.
He hates that he has a soft spot for a human, hates it, but doesn't take it out on you.
He hates that he's scared you won't come back if you leave.
Hates that he's scared that you may not live as long as him.
He's angry at his heart for betraying him.
But there are worse things in life, right? And you care for his sisters....
Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)
Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.
TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.
Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)
I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?
🥀 Vash the Stampede
Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—
Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.
He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.
If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.
Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—
Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!
He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.
🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.
I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?
But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.
He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.
Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—
He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!
He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.
📸 Meryl Stryfe
Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...
I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.
Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?
Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--
Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.
I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.
And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.
💼 Milly Thompson
That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)
Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--
Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.
Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.
Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!
If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!
Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.
🔪 Millions Knives / Nai
No. [Gets up from my desk]
[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.
Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.
You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)
Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.
The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.
Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.
King!Nai x Royal Advisor!Reader drabble bc I can't shut uup
Rating: 14+
Word Count: 0.8k
Reader is referred to as a girl/woman.
You're not available when you come into the employ of King Nai.
One of those political engagements. You know how it is: parents promised your hand to an older man when you were six, you meet him periodically to "get to know" each other, and your marriage is planned for when you turn sixteen, he thirty-nine.
You do not mention this to the king, except in passing when he tries to make plans for you to become an official royal advisor in the coming years. "As much as I hate your tongue" Nai grimaces, face still boyish with a little teenage fat, "it has its uses in the battle of wills against ambassadors."
You look at him, this young man who has the world at his feet and the ability to say 'no' to anything he does not want. What you wouldn't give for that kind of freedom. "I will be wed," you say, looking away and reminding yourself of this, "and am only expected to help you settle matters in the western part of the kingdom until then." It is the usual for girls your age, after all. It was only your own ambition and insistence that allowed you to become an "honorary" advisor to the small kingdom in the first place. A way for you to get it out of your system before marriage.
Nai only blinks, and hums.
The news comes five days later: your betrothed has met with an accident—some kind of horseplay in racing carriages and falling off before getting trampled. A terrible situation.
Most terrible, you think, as you wonder what your future looks like now at his funeral. Here at fifteen-and-a-half, you were expecting to have your first child within the next two years. Not that you looked forward to it, but it was just...expected. What you've been told all your life to want. You come to the king and explain everything.
"How tragic," he says, then shrugs. "I suppose I could allow you to stay as an advisor now, though."
Your parents hesitate, but still try for another marriage. You are young, in your child-bearing years. There is another who accepts the offer within a month of your birthday. When you tell the king this as a way of notice—to allow him to find another "honorary" advisor—his brow twitches once before he turns away and leaves you in the hall.
The letter from your father comes swiftly in the night. You read it over tea next morning: your new fiance has withdrawn his offer, post-haste. Threats to his name have been made if he weds you. He may have been paid off. You set your cup down with a loud clank. Wheels begin turning. You're smart enough to catch on.
This time, you seek out a husband yourself. Someone younger, perhaps. Just to see if it's an age thing. You find a duke, about twenty-three, who looks at you lecherously when you offer your hand and more. You tell the king. Your future husband is dead within days of announcing your proposal.
So it goes with the next two men and one woman. They either die, get maimed, or are paid off handsomely by an unknown benefactor. And it spreads like wildfire among the elite. No one wants to touch your hand after the seventh attempt, arduous as it was to get them to accept in the first place. They won't even look at you in court without trembling.
In your eighteenth year, you confront Nai in his study with all the fury and angst a young woman can muster. A worried, scared woman. "Why are you doing this?" It's a miserable ask after the tears. "I have no future if I don't have an advantageous spouse."
Nai stands from his desk—when did he get so tall?—and rounds on you. "Do you think I would let your talent go to waste to be some other man's breeding mare?"
Your fury reigns again. "Do not refer to me like that! I would have been happy—"
And Nai does something he has never done—he touches you. Grabs you. Nails digging into your side and scalp where he's woven his fingers in, you are pulled flush against him. "You would not," he mutters, dangerous, low, "be happy with another man."
A still moment. You swallow. Nai watches your throat bob with interest. Then, you say with a snarl, "If you want me so ardently, be a man about it rather than skulking in the shadows like a rat."
He laughs. Laughs! "That tongue of yours...will be your death one day." And descends on you like a panther, all muscle and laving tongue and glinting, scheming eyes.
It seems you're still not available. Especially in King Nai's employ and under his eye.
oh god, the concept of vash in bloom being so wonderfully feral but apologetic is such a treat because he’s so Baby Boy. Nai in bloom, HOWEVER haha in theory it sounds soooo hot but tbh can’t imagine coming outta that alive (whether it be intentional or on accident on Nai’s part). Death by snu snu n all that lmao
isn't it just!!! something about vash finally being less of a sweetheart while still retaining enough of his conscience to be apologetic about being less of a sweetheart is so sexy to me. OH MY GOD YOU ARE EVIL!!! death by snu snu is frying me but yeah i think you'd be a sweaty, sticky, very, very sore mess if left alive after nai was in bloom.
like you're 100% covered in bite marks—tinged red raw, edged in purpling bruises. and there's handprints branded on your hips, your ass, your thighs, that burn pleasantly where they brush against sheets, humming like you can still feel him touching you. and when you try to stand, you find your legs with no more structural integrity than jelly, pitching abruptly forward and landing across the broad expanse of nai's sleeping back.
you brace for a nasty, scornful word or a command to get the fuck out as he startles awake a second later, but instead you find yourself barely muffling a yelp, nai tugging your arm roughly to drag you back onto the bed beside him. holding your breath, you don't move when nai shuffles closer, sprawling his weight atop you without another word, and now you find you can't move anyway.
(nai gets super territorial post-bloom, a side effect you come to learn very well in subsequent blooms because, well... you're his now.)
been tinkering with the idea of a soulmate AU with millions knives -
about how only humans are born with the name of their soulmate on their wrist. how your wrist says Nai and not Knives.
about how Knives always thought the concept beneath himself. how humans scoured the earth for their other half- how pathetic for them to not be whole-
he always thought himself above all this nonsense - however ... it all comes to a halt. a shattering stutter when he finds you in the rubble of Jenora Rock, your hands up in fear and he sees it. the name he'd given up. the name he never wanted to see again. neatly on your wrist in a script he knows is his.
so he takes you. he grabs you and locks you away because he doesn't know what else to do.
you have a room, you're fed every few hours, the closet is full of clothes that fit perfectly but it's still so confusing?
why didn't he kill you? why did he take you? what does he want with you?
and all the while, Knives is running himself ragged and throwing himself into destroying everything but now he can't eliminate all humans but he has a human.
◉ Synopsis; moments when they can't help but stop everything and admire you
◉ Content; seperate HCs for Vash, Nai and Wolfwood x gn!reader, romantic, fluff, slightly OOC Nai
◉ A/n; dude this is such a cute request, thank you!!! I hope you enjoy
Vash
for vash, it's when you show kindness to others. People, animals, insects, inanimate objects- it doesn't matter. Kindness directed to anyone or anything his him staring
Despite his seemingly endless love for humanity, sometimes there seeds of bitterness and resentment that begin to take root in his heart
Obviously Vash loves humans and is endlessly forgiving, but when faced with the worst of humanity time and time again, it's hard for one's resolve to stand strong
When you show kindness to others, Vash's faith in humanity is restored bit by bit. Whether its holding the door open for someone, giving resources to someone in need, or even just telling someone to have a nice day, Vash's heart flutters when he gets to see the best of humanity in you
Wolfwood
Wolfwood can't help but stare whenever you're interacting with kids
Growing up in an orphanage, he didn't have many adult figures in his life to look up to- then, in the Eye of Michael, he grew a resentment for adults- especially ones who harm children
If you're ever in a situation where you're interacting with children, Wolfwood is studying you closely. It doesn't matter what your reaction is- as long as its not outwardly hateful, mean, or hurtful, he's enamored
Even if you're awkward or shy with kids, he can't help but have hearts in his eyes
There's a part of him that yearns for a reality where, as a kid, maybe he would get to meet someone like you
Nai
Nai admires when you speak up for what you believe in- especially if it's a common interest (in a modern au, this would mean something to do with environmentalism- in canon, it would likely be your opinions on humanity)
Having been around people who were willing to lie to protect their own interests, Nai easily sees through any attempts at insincerity
Even if the two of you disagree on the nature of humanity, when Nai sees you speaking so passionately, he can't help but fall in love with you even more
Your honesty, passion and drive to have your opinions heard has Nai enamored with your ideas
If the two of you happen to agree on humanity needing to go for the sake of the world's wellbeing- well then, he's all the more on board with what you have to say
