Paring: Vash the stampede x Plant!You || Vash the stampede x PlantOC!Reader
Summary: You Eriks for the first time, but you met Vash all over again...
TW: None, just general angst of the Eriks episode but becomes fluff pretty soon.
A/N: so, I started writing this when I was writing Knives with the god complex. in the middle of the night (between 2 and 5 am). basically I fell asleep with music and I was half asleep when The Drugs by Mother Mother started and I had a sudden inspiration… but at one point I was out of ideas. UNTIL YESTERDAY AT FUCKING 3 IN THE MORNING. but I'm very happy with how it turned out (even if at one point it might look like a psycho wrote it).
I just want to make a few things clear: I'm writing for Trigun in general, it could be the '98 version but even the 2023 one. I don't think I specify any features or characters that are specifically only in one version of the anime (even if this one was completely based on the '98 one).
reader is a plant, too, but not really? can't really picture it, but if in a few years Vash and Knives where already adults, reader had more years as a child and teenager than them (it would be like this for the majority of Vash and Knives ff until I say they are human and stuff). I may have hinted that the reader has boobs, but nothing much, really. anyone can haves boobs. anyway, sorry in advance for any mistake and enjoy!
when people ask you how you met, you usually tell them just the first encounter… and it wasn't exactly the best one, at least in your opinion. the second one is something that only a few people on this planet had the honour to witness, and you're glad about it.
but for Vash? he couldn't ask for a better way to meet you, even if it all happened over again.
'cause you're gotten that the sun
and you're better than the drugs
it all started when the two suns were shining over No Man's Land with full force. Vash had been walking on hot sand for hours; it almost felt like lava, and his boots were on fire from the heat. luckily, the next city was so close that he could hear the people talking around the market.
"I should buy more bullets… and donuts," he said to no one in particular. traveling alone for so long can make you talk to yourself sometimes, but who doesn't?
the moment Vash finally reached the city, it was filled with all types of noise, from the laughter of both children and adults to music and vendors trying to sell whatever they had to the first person they laid their eyes on. but most importantly, there was the scent of freshly baked sweets. Vash could feel his mouth watering already.
for once, he bought a few boxes of bullets first. he couldn't keep running left and right in the desert to find stray bullets that someone had lost.
He checked his wallet once again, just to make sure he could indulge in a sweet treat… or five… or ten, depending on how expensive the food would be.
he found a kiosk big enough to have donuts, cakes, buns filled with cream, and a lot more; everything was practically gifted for how low the prices were. for once, luck was on his side.
he opted for two slices of two different cakes and a bag full of donuts (it's Vash he had to get donuts) and buns with chocolate cream.
he wanted to search for a calm spot where he could eat, but after turning a corner, something came crashing into him at full speed. well, it was more like someone who was running without looking. the force of the impact was so strong that Vash fell backwards.
he managed to save the bag of sweets, but one slice of the cake landed on his face, and the other on the person who was still laying on him. 'at least they were cheap,' he cried inside for the loss.
since the cake splattered on his face, he was monetarily blind. he went to help the person to get up, blindly searching for their shoulders, but when his hands made contact with that person, he didn't feel the hardness of bones. it was actually pretty soft. 'weird. are they wearing some kind of jacket?' he squeezed a few times out of curiosity, and then he heard a small scream.
sitting up, he used one hand to get most of the whipped cream off his face, finally looking whoever was literally sitting on him in the eyes. that's when he saw your face, covered in cream and cheeks on fire. confused, Vash finally looked at where his other hand was still touching you. he didn't like where his hand had landed. not one bit.
I listened to everything mama said
in a moment of panic, Vash pushed you to the ground, and as if life couldn't make more fun of him, you bumped your head. he was ashamed. horrified even. not only did he touch you inappropriately, but he even hurt you! he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. he could already feel his face hearing up; he probably looked as red as his coat.
in a rush, Vash knelt on the ground, forehead touching the dirt, spilling apology after apology almost as fast as he dodged bullets. you where still embarrassed from the whole ordeal and even sticky because of the cream all over you. but you couldn't help it.
Vash was on the verge of tears when he heard it. that sound, almost as delicate and pure as the chirping of the few birds that were around this damned world. when he looked up, Vash couldn't believe his eyes: you were laughing, so much that you had tears in the corners of your eyes.
it was the best thing he had seen in his long, long life. and Vash knew that be didn't want to live another single day without seeing your smile.
and you're deadly like a gun
yeah, you're deadly like the drugs
and let it pull me up from my own help
you and Wolfwood were walking around the remains of July City. it's the worst thing you've seen since joining Vash in his travels.
buildings were destroyed, lives were taken. but you know it wasn't what Vash wanted; he couldn't hurt a fly.
the more you look around, the more you feel like throwing up. this is insane. if it weren't for Wolfwood, you would have been dead by now. he dragged you away without a second thought.
you turn again, and that's when you see it: red. his coat. him. Vash. you pick up the piece of cloth, bringing it to your nose. it still smells like him.
It's wet. weird. it wasn't when you picked it up from the ground. them you feel a hand on you cheek and a thumb wiping underneath your eye. ah. you were crying; that's why it was wet.
you look beside you, "Nico…" you flinch at how your voice sounds. Nicholas doesn't say anything; he just pulls you closer and let's you cry on his chest, holding tighter and tighter after every sob.
that stupid piece of red cloth still clutched in your fist like your life depends on it.
"that idiot is difficult to kill; we're going to find him. must be the last thing we do." Nicholas's reassurance does little to cheer you up, but it's still better than staying silent right now.
we could float around this place
we'd be above all the pain in ecstasy
you feel like throwing up.
when you heard his voice in the bar, you felt like crying. it was rough, a bit lower - not quite the same as the last time you heard him talk. but it was his. how could you ever not recognise him?
but now you feel sick. angry. sad. defending and protecting people was just his nature, but you couldn't believe that he could go this far.
Wolfwood had to talk you down from jumping on those bastard who literally stripped Vash, or Eriks, of everything, even his dignity.
you wanted to make them feel the same way. you wanted to make the pay. you wanted to kill them, but Vash would be disappointed, and that's the last thing you wanted from him.
you feel like you've lost your mind. your lungs are without oxygen, your throat is on fire, your ears ringing and your vision is blurry.
you can barely hear Nicholas shouting for you to calm down, his arms literally restraining you from moving away and going after those idiots.
there's an old lady just as angry as you, but she's more composed. you can hear the doctor, but the only thing you can register is Sheryl. 'is that her name?'
'she looks so fragile with that rifle in hand,' you think, and you don't know why. maybe because you're used to seeing men with guns bigger than your head instead of an old lady.
You can feel her anger. her sadness. you can almost hear every thought in her head.
'kill. kill them. kill them all and make them pay. for that girl. for humiliating Vash. for making Sheryl grab the rifle.'
and give my worse to the curse
give my blessing to depression
you have no idea how you ended up with grandma Sheryl. sipping tea quietly while Nicholas and Vash go rescue Lina.
'did Wolfwood knock me out? I swear if he did, I'm gonna kill him.' you seriously hope it wasn't the case.
you feel like shit, but at the same time, nothing at all - just a hole in your chest that may never close completely.
you feel something squeeze your hand. looking down, you see Sheryl's hand grasping yours, "I know how you feel, dear. but if you keep thinking about it, it'll feel ages before they're back."
her smile doesn't reach her eyes at all. it's just one out of politeness. you've seen many, and you have shared a lot of them with people you didn't know.
you just nod, looking at her in the eyes but not focusing entirely on her features.
it feels like a dream, having him by your side again. feeling his warmth. his presence.
he's still deeply wounded for what happened that day two years ago. you can see it. you can feel it. but neither of you wants to think about it.
what happened in the past stays in the past, and maybe it's better this way.
you all say your goodbyes. Sheryl and Lina are tearing up, but their smiles are bright… they care. you couldn't be happier to know that Vash, even if with another identity, has found someone else who loves him just for being himself.
'cause you're hotter than the sun
and you're better than the drugs
you look at Nicholas: he looks relieved, almost a few years younger. maybe you do. who knows?
then you glance at Vash. and he's already looking at you with that beautiful smile that you love so much.
he stops, and so do you. his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. your arms go around his neck, hands resting on his back.
he feels stiff under your palms, but a relieved sigh escapes him. like a weight lifting from his shoulders.
"I'm so glad I finally found you. but I'm so mad at you at the same time," he hugs you tighter, "I know… I'm sorry." Vash says in a small voice, head buried in your shoulder.
but you can feel his smile on your skin; it warms you inside. and you smile too.
and you're deadly like a gun
yeah, you're deadly like the drugs
oh the drugs, oh the drugs
I really hope you guys like this, at one point I wasn't even thinking anymore. just writing like a robot lmao.
if you have any request let me know! would be more than happy actually!
big kisses to you all! MWAH♡
