#nicholas || interactions

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hwevent16 - the maze

nicholas & louise ( @mcrcki ) prompt 15 - monster ( gritty )

"lou, what the fuck is that?" he asked, brow furrowing as he motioned to the orange thing in front of them. nicky had only just gotten a new one - coincidentally, olivanders had been in the city - he had no idea how, but he wasn't questioning it. "if that runs at us I'm out going to bloody shit my pants,"

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@timewept : " i know it's hard to resist, but . . . could you go just a little easier on the cheeks ? " ( vash @ wolfwood )

"If ya know why I'm doing it then ya know why I can't do that, Blondie." Freedom was soon granted after the request, but only after squeezing just a little tighter on those stupidly soft cheeks on that impossibly cute face that'd had him distracted first thing in the morning. It was only fair in Nicholas' mind, an eye for an eye... or something like that. He sure couldn't focus long enough to figure out what the hell phrase would work here in the moment.

Honestly, what else was he supposed to do when they were just there and taunting him on this fool's pretty face that was perfectly haloed by the warm, golden rays of the rising sun filtering in through the dirty curtains? How was he supposed to fight off how the scene so deeply instilled a true belief in the divine that this sorry soul had long abandoned because he knew if angels were real they sure as hell had to look like wispy, blond hair and clear, blue eyes and pitiful, sad, painfully sincere smiles?

"Such a baby, always whinin'." Maybe it was the fact it was still early and the world hadn't pissed him off just yet, or maybe it was just that little something in his chest Nicholas couldn't bring himself to put a name to that made it a little harder to breathe the more time he spent around Vash the Stampede, but he's pretty much already given into the fact he may be just as much a damn fool as the man in front of him so it was getting a little easier to let himself reach out again- gentler this time- to grab for Vash's face and lean in to press a kiss to the tinge of red blossoming over where his fingers had abused the skin mere moments ago and avidly ignoring whatever matching shade his own may be taking on.

"Better? Or am I gonna have t'pull out a first aid kit for your delicate ass?"

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Wolfwood: how does it feel to wake up next to the planet's most wanted outlaw every morning?

"Tch. Like that's any of your damn business." Eyes would roll behind dark shades but a trained eye would spot how the corner of his mouth curled into just the slightest smile around the abused cigarette butt between his lips.

Truthfully, it was like a dream he never wanted to wake up from that was sure wasn't meant to last. Guys like him don't get happy endings. They don't get to wake up to an angel at their side who smiles at them brighter than the damned sun and sets their heart ablaze with something so much warmer and softer than the fury that made its home there years ago, all they get's a shoddily dug hole in the sandy hellscape with not so much as a single marker to show he'd ever existed at all at the end of all this shit he's found himself wrapped up in.

But maybe.... just maybe... there was a chance for something better. Something he found himself more and more willing to put it all on the line to protect. Something that easily turned his slight smile into a manic grin because even if Vash may not like the next words out of his mouth if he were to hear them it didn't make them any less true.

"Listen, all those bastards out there can want Blondie 'til the end of fuckin' time but he's mine and there ain't a damn thing anyone can do about that as long as I've got the strength to put a bullet right through their eyes."

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@kindgun : whether or not wolfwood is aware of the earthly holiday , the trivia has embedded itself in your mind and inspired you to at least attempt some gesture of your love towards him — easier done than saying as much aloud . you've managed to take temporary custody of his cigarettes before he wakes , trying to work quickly to pinch and manipulate each stick of death into a symbol of your care . you're about two - thirds of the way through the pack when unintelligible morning grumbling breaks the silence ( and your concentration ) and makes you jump , almost spilling the box . " y-you're awake ! aha , um , your cigarettes are over here , i-if you're looking for them . "

"Seriously, Blondie?" Nico near incoherently grumbled through a yawn, limbs stretching enough to take up nearly the entire bed as he slogged through the hazy fog in his brain into wakefulness.

"The hell's got your ass so jumpy first thing in the morning?" It was way too early for this shit, whatever it was, but after rubbing his eyes the undertaker finally registered what exactly Vash had said. Cigarettes... He may be a heavy smoker but it's not like he rolled right out of bed needing to light up so why in this god-forsaken world would Vash feel a need to mention those if he wasn't up to something fishy? Though suspicious, there wasn't much urgency to the way Nicholas finally found the will to sit up get a proper look at his ridiculous gunslinger and the cigarette box in his hand which was quickly snatched away to see just what was up.

"What? You tryin' t' throw my shit out or somethin'? I get'cha don't care for 'em all that much but I don't give a damn how much I might like ya, I'll still beat your ass if you-" The rant died on the tip of his tongue as the top of the already beat to hell box was flipped open to reveal just what tampering had been done. That was unexpected, and damn if it wasn't adorable- not that that word was likely to slip past Nico's lips so long as he lived.

"Tch. Idiot." So what if his head whipped to the side so Vash couldn't see his expression? So what if he felt the tips of his ears stupidly start burning because this gesture, while ridiculous, was actually pretty sweet? So what if he petulantly held the box back out toward Vash, nearly shoving it into the blonde's chest because he couldn't see a damn thing about where the other actually was in relation to him while refusing to look him in the eyes.

"Well? You gonna half ass it or finish the job?"

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KISS ROULETTE @kindgun : 🎲 !!!! with ww of course 🥺 36. a kiss to the shoulder

"You're a real pain in the ass, ya know that? Rarely in the fun way." Nicholas ground out through his teeth, but it was harder to keep up the gruff facade when it was just them at the end of the day patching each other up after a fire fight. There was nobody here to keep up appearances for but himself, really, when Vash's impossibly big, baby blue eyes saw right through to his core the day they met and have been taking him apart ever since.

"Always rushin' into things like an idiot." But hands remained gentle as he affixed the last bandage to Vash's arm, doing his damndest not to succumb to the anger that always started to surface any time he thought about just how much the scum on this planet have hurt this man who never deserved it. Sometimes he thought with that anger he could burn the whole of the world down himself so he and Vash could start anew all on their own, but unfortunately that could never be an option. Death would be far too kind for all the trash on this planet, anyway.

"I've probably already got gray hairs 'cause of your bullshit." And the Punisher's tone would start to soften as he let all the negative feelings gradually slip away because he didn't want to waste the whole of their time together pissed at the entire universe. It was too much of a waste, and time like this was precious.

"Don't let it happen again..." It was a plea more than anything as a head of messy black hair found itself falling onto Vash's shoulder, but one he knew would never be fulfilled. That's just not how this works, he knew better, and all he could do was his best to play backup and drag them both back alive.

"...Vash" The name rarely slipped from his tongue in favor of the plethora of nicknames the gunslinger had earned himself, but sometimes it just felt right. Sometimes Nicholas knew that the other deserved to hear it, just as he deserved all the gentle care his own destructive self could offer, and in those times it'd always be paired with a kiss which this time was pressed to the very shoulder his head had lolled onto at the end of this exhausting day.

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@kindgun : the power of the puppy eyes compels wolfwood ( to let a blond blue-eyed companion stay in the kitchen while he cooks )

"Don't you even think about it." It was obvious what Vash wanted, but Nicholas wasn't about to give into it so easily. The knife he'd been using to dice up some meat would be held up threateningly, sharp point aimed at Vash daring him to step a foot further into his designated prep area at the risk of bodily harm because big, dumb puppy eyes didn't work on him.

"All you do's get in my damn way." He'd reaffirm with a light wag of the knife in his hand, attempting to shoo Vash away because cute, ridiculous puppy eyes didn't work on him.

"Hmph." Nico would stand a little straighter, chest puffed because he was standing strong against this unfair assault using those gorgeous, clear blue eyes that made any view of the sky on this miserable planet look like shit in comparison because adorable, persistent puppy eyes didn't work on him.

But at the end of the day Nicholas D. Wolfwood was just a man... one who was, unfortunately, weak as all hell for one Vash the Stampede.

"Fine, get over here." He'd ultimately relent with a sigh, knife finding itself placed back on the cutting board. "But if I tell ya t' fuckin' move ya better get outta the way ASAP. Got it, Blondie?"

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hwevent16 - the maze

nicholas & rabastan ( @mischiefxmuses ) prompt 10 - characters are convinced the person in the maze with them knows the way out but refuse to tell

"you-" nicky seethed at the sight of the other. he knew the lestrange family well - avid supporters of voldemort and he was sure that most were death eaters, and there was one in front of him. "tell me the way out or I'll kill you, I won't hesitate," there was something telling him to stop, but the anger fuelled him - it was strange. he just knew that the other knew the way out and wouldn't tell him.

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hwevent16 - the maze

nicholas & theon ( @empathiie ) prompt 17 - characters are hit with a sudden strong sense of hunger. though there is corn all around them it would take time to cook. on the other hand there is fresh meat right in front of them in the form of their company in the maze

"not only are we stuck in this stupid maze with whatever horrors are around and no way pout," he paused, sighing as he sat on the ground. "but now I'm really hungry, like really really hungry, I can't explain it,"