Vash slowly realizing that he’s falling in love with her and might even wanna marry her one day. Just him enjoying every bit of time he spends with her.
When the thought first crosses his mind, its too early in the morning to ponder upon it—the sun has barely risen from its hiding spot behind the horizon, and the sky is aglow in pinks and oranges so beautiful that it’s hard to believe someone could die beneath it in the span of just a few hours. The land is barren for iles beyond where the sand kisses the sky, but it looks so peaceful at a mere glance. Strokes of golden dunes beneath the brief but peaceful dawn.
But the sky isn’t what’s holding Vash’s attention.
You must have gotten up early, possibly when the sky was dark and the stars still visible. You’re lightly dressed, but facing away from him and sipping lightly a drink which must have been warmed by the fire not too long ago given that the ashes are still smoldering. Coffee? Tea? Vash can’t tell, but it smells nice on the soft morning breeze.
He watches your silhouette against the horizon as the thought crosses his mind for a second time, but ultimately decides it’s better to pretend that he’s still sleeping.
-
When it happens again, the two of you are at a nameless bar in an equally nameless town—one of many across this stretch of the desert, if only because of the multiple reserves of ground water and compact soil that make it easier to grow small patches of crops. Not easy, but easier; there’s always a difference.
But it means the town is lively and the booze is all too easy to get ahold of. Vash never intended for the two of you to get tipsy, but you’re giggling at his stupid jokes all the same with a soft smile that never quite leaves your lips.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but Vash feels his heart race for the entire evening, even when he finally retires to his rented bed, and tries not to think of you in the room next door and how nice it might be to sleep beside you.
He fails spectacularly and barely gets a moment of rest in the entire night.
-
It’s almost too easy to ignore his injury. Given that his body is more scars than smooth flesh, Vash can ignore a majority of the pain flashing and flaring across his thoughts. It was a small bullet, and it had just barely caught the side of his abdomen—missed anything important, but there was still so much blood to deal with.
He tries to assure you that he’s okay, but it doesn’t help; you fuss over him with hands grasping at his coat, tugging off his layers of clothes until fear is gripping harder around Vash’s heart than the pain of being shot. But before he can say anything, before he can even prepare himself for the inevitable disgust-laced pity sure to come over your eyes, your hands are already tearing apart strips of cloth from anything you can spare to destroy off your own body.
Don’t you notice? Don’t you see? The countless marks, the poorly-healed wounds and broken bones of a man who would barely keep his own mind and body together.
Still, the look across your tear-filled eyes is nothing short of desperate and miserable, voice muddled with sobs as you try to assure Vash that he’s going to be okay, even as your hands are stained with his blood soaking through all the layers of makeshift gauze.
And Vash—the one who is injured, the one who should arguably be the most concerned in the situation—can only feel one thing as he watches you cry for him.
The pain is dull and distant in comparison.
-
“I love you.”
Vash blinks, taken a bit by surprise when the words leaves your lips. It takes a few moments for him to fully comprehend what you’ve said, and a few moments more to react to it—his eyes widen and his heart starts to race just like that one drunken night together, only this time he can’t blame the alcohol.
You look so scared. Eyes flickering across the ground as if unable to meet his, your hands twisting together so tight that he’s almost worried that you’ll hurt yourself without meaning to.
But the words, they echo over and over themselves within his mind.
And this time, the response comes from him all too easily. It’s natural and instinctive, blooming forth like a flower as it drinks up the sunlight. No longer idle thoughts, no longer ignored, no longer denied.
I just read the jealousy drably you posted and I already really enjoy your writing! I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and I was wondering if we could get a part 2 of sorts with comforting and loving Vash after realizing the situation made him a bit upset/ jealous. Whether you write it or not, I can’t wait to see your further work 👍
i decided to throw these two requests together!
Part 1
pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader
warnings: a bit of angst, vash cries, wolfwood is kind of a jerk
notes: yeah- part 2 so soon for you babes. ily all! he one bed trope is kinda weak here so i think i might write another drabble or fic later because I love that trope. also is this a little too long to be a drabble? idk
Vash
Your eyes flicker to the man beside you for a moment. He’s not looking at you- no his eyes are conveniently tracing every other thing in this room but you. His blue eyes refuse to land on you, no matter how much you try to intercept his vision. You briefly wonder how long he can look at the same lamp before getting bored, but your sarcastic thoughts are cut short when he finally speaks up.
“I’ll switch with Meryl-” Vash says suddenly causing your eyes to widen in confusion.
What is going on with him?
Sure this room only has one bed. Yeah it’s a little awkward, but it’s never been such a big problem before. In fact, you have been traveling with Vash for so long that it has happened multiple times before and has never been this big of a deal! You thought the two of you were close enough that something this small wouldn’t matter- but apparently you were wrong.
Actually, Vash has been acting like this for a little over a week now. He’s been avoiding your gaze, not talking to you, and even refusing to joke around like he once did. Every time you try to approach him, it feels like he’s putting up this wall to keep you away. Even the others have started to notice. Wolfwood has been giving the two of you curious glances, and he’s kinda bad at picking up on that stuff.
You’re honestly starting to get tired of it- he’s given you no explanation about why he’s suddenly distant, and it’s beginning to really hurt. You aren’t just close with him, you’re pretty much in love with him. You have been for a long time- and while you don’t mind staying friends, it hurts more than anything to have him push you away this far.
“Don’t bother.” You finally answer after a moment of silence. “They won’t switch with either of us- they did this on purpose.” You explain throwing your bag into the corner of the room. Vash flinches at this- and you sighand take a deep breath.
Another awkward silence fills the room, and you find yourself staring at him as he avoids your gaze again. His eyes shoot over to you for only half a second before they go back to that stupid lamp. A deep anger starts to bubble up in your chest. You don’t like getting mad at him. You barely ever do. But right now? He’s hurting you. Every time he looks away, every time he ignores you, it makes your heart sting.
You can’t even think of a reason why he’s doing this! It all started a week ago after a night at the bar. You went to grab everyone some drinks, and when you came back Vash was gone. When you asked, Wolfwood just shrugged and told you he went to bed. After that? Nothing.
“Which side do you want?” You ask, trying desperately to get anything out of him. Vash just shrugs. “I’ll take the floor.” He says without even turning to you.
Your heart sinks. What have you done? You don’t understand.
“What is going on with you?” You suddenly ask, a little angrier than you mean to be. You can see a change in his body immediately. He goes rigged- tense. “What do you mean?” He asks. You sigh and slump down onto the bed- resting your head in your hands. “You’ve been quiet- too quiet. Every time I try to talk to you, you find some excuse to walk away. You won’t sit next to me in the car. You refuse to even look at me-” You cut yourself off, feeling tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “What did I do?”
He looks over at you with wide eyes. It’s the first time he’s looked at you in days, and now you can see that something is very wrong. His eyes are dark- his face is pale. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
Oh.
You’re so stupid. All this time you’ve been so hurt by him ignoring you, you haven’t really paid attention to him. This isn’t about you, or maybe it is, but there’s obviously something deeper happening here. There’s something really wrong.
“You didn’t do anything. I-” He starts to explain- but can’t seem to get it out. He turns away from you again. “It’s me.” He finally concludes. In the moonlight from the window you can see his shoulders shake slightly.
“Oh Vash…” You immediately get up and reach out for his arm, he doesn’t stop you. You grab him and pull him close, hugging him tightly. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t hug you back for a second- his body stiff. Eventually though, his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close. The hug feels normal- like you’ve done it a thousand times before. And to be fair- you have.
“The other day at the bar…that guy was flirting with you.” Vash murmurs, and your eyes widen. That silly random doctor? He was a bit funny yes- but you only were talking to him because you felt a little cornered. You don’t even remember what that guy looks like. “I saw you laughing- and I just got so jealous.”
Your heart flutters softly. He was jealous?
“And…I just kept thinking that I have no right to feel that way. I have no right to think of you that way. Everyone around me always gets hurt, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He’s crying as he explains this, light tears dripping from his cheeks onto your shoulder. “But I can’t help but be selfish. You’re more than my best friend I…” he trails off choking up. “I love you.”
You feel your breathing stop for a moment. The room goes eerily quiet. The onlys pounds you can hear are his soft sobs, and your heartbeat. You tighten your hold on him, so he can’t even try to pull away. “I…I love you too.” You admit softly.
“But-”
“No. I love you too. You can’t…you can’t do this to yourself. You can’t force yourself to be isolated from the world. I don’t want you to push me away- I don’t care what your reasoning is.” You cling to him as you speak. “I want to be by your side. Please let me.” You beg softly.
His arms tighten around you too, and he shoves his face into your hair, still crying quietly. You rub his back with your hand, and murmur soft words into his skin until he calms down. Soon, the two of you are just holding each other in the moonlight.
“Okay.” is all he says, pulling away. He’s smiling down at you through red eyes, and it’s the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. “I promise, I won’t push you away ever again.”
You reach your hand up to his cheek, and he turns his face to kiss your palm lightly. The two of you stare at each other for a second. “I’ll take the left side.” he breaks the moment with a playful grin and you giggle.
The rest of the night is spent cuddling and talking about your feelings. The only tears shed after that are happy tears.
Wolfwood
Despite having a romantic dance at a random bar (and yes, Wolfwood is a surprisingly good dancer) the next day things go back as they always are. Actually, things feel a little bit worse even. After weeks of trying to break down Wolfwood’s ridiculously high walls, you were finally granted a pleasant evening in his arms- only to immediately be cussed at for sitting a little too close to him in the car the next day.
It’s not like you were sitting on his lap either! All you did was softly press your leg up against his, because Vash was once again thrashing in his sleep- and he pushed you over and grumbled for you to get back in your own fucking seat. Charming right?
Things kept getting worse after that. You two started bickering more. You both started to refuse to talk to each other at some point, forcing poor Vash to be your messenger(he was not a fan of telling you to fuck yourself for Wolfwood). You even got into a tiny argument over directions, that resulted into a bigger argument about how utterly useless you are. (Which definitely did not make you cry that night)
The others in the group were starting to get really fed up with the two of you.
Which is how you ended up here- standing in the hallway to your tiny hotel room with Wolfwood staring at you from the doorway. He looks over to the single bed in the room, and glares at you. “This is my room.” he says matter of factly, putting his Punisher down against the wall.
“No, I’m pretty sure this is my room.” you respond, crossing your arms.
“One second.” He huffs disappearing out into the hallway. You wait a moment, staring at where he once was with a frown. When he comes back he looks like he’s considerably more angry. “Apparently- it’s our room.” He mumbles shoving past you.
Your eyes widen a bit, but you’re not as surprised as you should be. Meryl is sneaky when she wants to be.
There’s some shuffling behind you, and you turn to see Wolfwood grabbing some pillows and throwing them on the ground. He’s got a look on his face that’s not quite a frown. It actually looks more anxious than anything. It makes your own anger fall.
“What are you doing?” You ask tilting your head as he messes with his floor pillows. “I’m sleeping on the ground.” he tells you, looking up for only a split second. You notice that there’s a sucker in his mouth that’s almost completely gone- it’s his second one in the past hour. He must be stressing over something.
“No you’re not.” You sigh and lean down to pick up his pillows. He catches your wrist softly, stopping you. “Yes I am.” he argues back. His grip is nothing short of respectful, so soft that you actually don’t even think of pulling away. “No, I won’t let you.” you shoot back, making him roll his eyes.
“What’re you gonna do? Force me to sleep on the bed?”
“Actually yeah- I am.”
“Oh? And how are you gonna do that Angel?”
The nickname makes you perk up a bit. It’s been a couple of days since he called you that. Maybe this means the stick up his ass is finally gone?
“Just sleep in the damn bed Wolfwood-”
“I don’t want to-” He growls, glaring at you once again. His look seems to say ‘Stop pushing me’, but you’ve never been so good at obeying warnings. So you grab his pillow and yank it away from the floor. “Too bad!” You yell, trying to throw the stupid thing back onto the bed. He stops you by yanking the pillow back towards him.
The two of you stop and glare at each other, both holding onto the pillow like children. The stare off goes on until you finally give up, sighing. “Look, if you don’t want to sleep next to me that bad- I’ll sleep on the floor.” You mumble, your chest suddenly feeling very tight.
“That’s not it…”
“ Don’t argue with me. You carry around that stupidly big cross all day- wait what?”
Your eyes meet his, and he looks down at the floor. There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks, so faint you can barely see it. “I said that’s not it. It’s not that I don’t wanna sleep next to ya…” He lets go of the pillow with a sigh, and fishes into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. In silence, he places it into his mouth and lights it.
“Then what’s the problem?” You ask a little confused. If that’s not what his issue is then what is it? Does he think you don’t want to? You’ve made it pretty clear that you wouldn’t mind! So what’s his deal?
“The problem is....” He starts looking at you as he breathes some smoke out. “I want to.”
Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at him. “Oh.” is all you can say as your cheeks flush red. He wants to? He wants to sleep with you? He wouldn’t be this upset if he meant platonically right? He’s definitely hinting at something right? His cheeks are a bit red too
“Me too…” you finally admit after. He laughs at your words and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah I figured. You were pretty aggressive about getting me into bed.” He mumbles playfully leaning down to pick up the pillow, and throws it over onto the bed. You can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twist upward.
After a few moments of silence, he steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek. “I’m sorry for being an ass recently. I just…I don’t know how to deal with this stuff.” He mumbles looking down into your eyes. “It’s okay Nick…We can take it slowly. We can figure it out as we go…” you reply softly. He smiles down at you. “You’re too good for me.”
And then, he kisses you. It’s so soft, and so careful. His lips are only against yours for a moment before he pulls away. “Let’s get some rest.”
small a/n: as always let me know if you see any typos- i only have someone to beta read my full fics, and i cannot correct my own writing.
contains: gn!reader, helping Vash bathe, absolute fluff + tension, suppressed feelings, established friends (but the pining for more is there like it always is)
Helping Vash bathe when his metal hand is in repair and his other was injured in a violent skirmish. He curls in on himself while he sits in lukewarm water that only comes to the middle of his stomach, trying to hide the mangled scars from you. It’s quiet as you rub a small piece of soap through a washcloth before starting with his shoulders, then his back, cleaning away the blood and dirt to reveal mottled bruising and new lacerations that will scar over like the old ones had.
He wishes he knew what you were thinking when he feels the cloth run over knotted and cut skin. He wonders if you’re looking at him in pity from where he can’t see your expression.
You finish with his back soon enough and touch his now-clean shoulder. “Can you lean back for me?”
Vash swallows, the peak of his throat bobbing as his lips press together. His injured arm remains around his bent knees as best as it can; his prosthetic shifts where he’s rested the elbow joint on the edge of the bathtub. You’ve asked him a question, you haven’t made a demand, and yet he’s nervous.
Seeing his hesitance, you continue. “I’ll be quick, Vash, I promise.” You don’t speak loudly, the echo of the bathroom carries your voice far enough, reverberating the patience in your tone.
Vash moves to lean his spine against the tub with a shaky exhale, lowering his weak hand in an attempt to cover himself below the water (he understands that a body is simply a body, but he’s allowed to feel embarrassed, to feel vulnerable like this with you). His abdomen and chest are covered in larger spans of ugly bruising, coloring freshly broken skin and long-healed marks. Vash shifts as you add more soap to the cloth and scrub gently along the front of his body.
“I asked Meryl to go see if she could find some first-aid supplies from any of the town stores,” you say. “She radioed in earlier and said she found that and more.” It’s easy conversation paired with a smile, familiar as it always is with Vash. It’s an invite for him to talk as well.
His brows raise in acknowledgment before they sharply pinch in response to the area you had begun to clean. Vash takes the bait to contribute to the topic, though he ignores the tepidness in his voice. “Oh? What else did she find?”
“Food—real food—and a little stall of baked goods. Ammunitions, too. We need to restock soon anyways, and recuperate from earlier’s shit show.”
Vash’s body relaxes, wet hair dripping down his forehead, covering his eyes as he watches you work and hopes you don’t notice. “That’s good,” he murmurs, though not unkindly.
it's simply not enough to write about vash. i need for this man to be real, and i need to wife him up asap.
he would actually be the sweetest thing ever. his touch would be so tender, as if he doesn't want to hurt you but he needs to feel your soft skin under his rough fingers. he wants to control himself, but he wants so fucking bad. he wants you more than anything else in his life, because he's only had loss in his life but maybe if he lets himself want you just this once nothing bad will happen.
thinking about how fun it would be to seduce vash - flaunting a pretty little dress in front of him that'll make his big eyes pop right out their sockets, when he speaks his voice trembles and his cheeks turn a fiery shade of cherry red.
it's so worth it because you get to see the dazed look on his face after a heavy make out session - hear his soft moans when you grind on his lap and his breathy whimpers as he begs you for more. he's trying so hard to be gentle with you, but you're tugging at his blonde locks and nipping at his bottom lip like a hungry kitten.
you never give in easily, and it kills him - you want to draw it out long enough until you see him start to break, until his fingers dig into your flesh with frustration and he can't help but lose all sense of control.
Malena and Vash are have just escaped a gun fight that caught them entangled in the sprawling city. The pair find themselves in the tiny alleyway catching their breath when things take a turn when Gunpowder and adrenaline mix together.
WC: 1.6k
TW: First Person POV (If you don't like that you know where the door is), FtM Trans Vash, Vash w/Plant Pussy, Juicy Plant Tdick (Plant he can manifest a juicy dick if his partner desires), Plant Markings, Plant Pussy eating (Includes pussy latching onto OC's face), Plant Fingering, Kissing, Licking, Body Worship, small panic about feelings, Mention of Voyuerism
As always MINORS PISS OFF
He was blushing who would have thought that the feeling of my soft chest hidden beneath my tailored men’s clothes against his in that alley would trigger a blushing plant. The markings on his skin shimmered briefly from the close contact like stars that shimmered before disappearing beneath the surface.
One strong arm around my waist pulling me closer, my legs wide to brace myself for an oncoming fight, one of his thighs landed between my center, the alleyway was so small we were playing twister. If I was a mortal man I know I wouldn’t have been able to hide an oncoming erection. As he looked out from the cramped space he moved his thigh giving me sinful friction between my thighs causing me to groan.
“Fuck.”
I could feel my nipples pearl against the cotton fabric of my shirt and became more aware of the feel of him against me, “No! I can- GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MELENA!” My brain was screaming at the betrayal of my body and the adrenaline rush from the gun fight earlier; these two aphrodisiacs were a bomb waiting to go off.
It was the feeling of his arm pulling me closer and harder into his thigh that set off the trigger.
“Vash…”
Instinct took over, he snapped his eyes back to me from the world outside as I huskily said his name, I took his lips and heard him moan in surprise as I pulled him into me. My tongue hungrily traced the seam of his perfect lips greedily seeking entrance, he tasted like citrus and early morning dew.
My urgency was met with his own as his hands roamed up my back sending every firing ounce of desire to my aching sex faster than my synapses could register. I didn’t even realize I still had my hand cannon un-holstered from the gunfight earlier.
Breaking the kiss I stepped back a couple of heavy steps until the cool wall of the other building was against me. My hand still on his jacket and my gun relaxed by my side. I had to catch my breath. I didn't want to be the asshole, but I had already stolen a kiss without asking.
I sought out his hazel eyes, heavy with desire mirroring my own, but I wanted permission.
“Vash…just tell me yes or no.”
My voice was thick with my arousal, but I wasn’t going to give in until he said unequivocally “yes”.
“Please, yes, fuck yes! I’ve wai–”
With permission finally given, I holstered my pistol quickly, while pushing him back against the other wall with hand splayed out over his chest.
“Don’t move…I’ve thought of nothing but making you cry out my name since I caught you three fucking.”
I practically growled out the confession about me having seen and watched Vashwood, Strife, and him. I felt how wet I was getting remembering that night whenever I touched myself, too many to count now, to the memory of their bodies intertwined and slick from their love making.
“Mel-…”
Vash’s voice was cute as if he practically purred at the thought as I stood close to him. Running my hand up to his throat I closed around it just enough to watch as his head fell back and eyes rolled back.
“You like being my sweet baby girl, don’t you?”
He keened at my pet name for him. Gods, he was the perfect kind of pathetic sweet to rot the soul.
“I wouldn’t have believed The human stampede would turn to putty in my hands when treated like a princess.”
He whined so sweetly it made me clench. The way his face was already wrecked and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
I pulled him into another ravenous kiss, so sloppy, I didn’t care if someone heard how wet and heavy our makeout was.
Vash was a good boy, staying against the wall, hands on my hips, while my own fingers pushed his jacket off his shoulders so I could break the kiss and trace down his neck to the top of his skin tight shirt.
I found purchase on his soft skin while I bit down and sucked to mark his throat with a blossoming bruise following my desire to mark his bare, scarred shoulders.
While I deftly followed the planes of his torso down the button of his pants. I took my boot and spread his legs wider, earning a gasp from his lips.
Undoing his pants and sliding my fingers under the band of his briefs I felt his stomach clench and I giggled.
“Don’t be shy baby, let me hear you, no one’s gonna notice us.”
Vash moaned and began pleading as I slipped my hand further into his underwear and found his pussy sticky and slick from him being turned on. Caressing his swollen petals, blossoming to let me explore, just at the right moment I placed the heel of my palm upon the throbbing node of his sex. I heard him gasp as my first digit carefully slid in.
With finesse I curled my digit and found his most sensitive spot to press against it slowly. I watched his cute mouth open to let a deep guttural moan out. I kissed him again, savoring his taste.
Pressing against his gspot letting him get used to me I watched the way he brought the back of his hand up and tried to muffle the sound of my name on his lips. I smirked at him, cooing praise, as I added another finger to coax more from his dripping sex.
His legs began to shake as I forced them to stay wide with my boot. His eyes were starting to brim with tears at how devilishly slow I was finger fucking him.
“You like that, hmmm? You feel divine, princess…I wanna hear you, Vash, let me hear you.”
He grabbed my shoulder as he began to rut into my small hand. Grinding his throbbing dick down, more sinful slick coating my hand, I couldn’t wait any longer. The way his breathing was getting and the sound of his pleasure made my pace pick up. Just as his fingers bruised my hips and he was close I wanted him in my mouth.
I pulled my hand out of his briefs and watched him pout as I pulled my touch away. Fuck, this man was perfect.
“I wanna taste you.”
I got on my knees and pulled his pants down and looked back up as I kissed each of his hip bones, traced every scar and patch of biotech on his thighs, and nipped at the inside of his muscular legs.
Vash ran his cool fingers in my hair as he watched me make my way back to the now blooming organ. My eyes grew bigger with wonder as I got closer and let him feel my hot breath before testing the sensitivity of the petals that seem to reach out. I smiled like a predator back up at him as he begged.
My pink lingual muscle became more confident stroking between swollen quivering lips that reacted to my ministrations blooming more and more, giving way to the sweetest taste. Tracing the edges of Vash’s perfect puffy lips had caused him to glow with his marking as his opening to pussy began to quiver, I felt his fingers begin to fist my hair.
“Melena…please!”
I moaned as I dove in, stronger strokes, making out with his perfect lips before following the path to latch onto his throbbing dick. I felt his fingers grip tighter, my own pleasure blossoming from the way he looked, the marks on his skin appearing and glowing.
Slow, methodical, lips smacking, sucking until I tasted his essence and let my tongue enter into his pulsing walls. I took every drop I wanted more, I was hungry, reaching for his legs I hooked them over my shoulders to wrap my own strong arms around them and keep eating while my nose teased his dick.
He was close as both hands now fisted my hair, his legs hanging, while he threw his head back and cried out my name.
“M-MELENA…oh FUCK!”
My knees felt nothing of the extra pain, I was soaking wet in my own panties, and I loved the way he rutted against my mouth as I felt him clench around me.
Mouth still full, I spoke with it between deliciously lewd slurps.
“Cum for me princess…cum…”
And just like that he screamed as the petals of his anatomy clamped down around my face driving me deeper into his juicy cunt. I moaned between each pulse of his walls while my tongue took every glorious drop. He twitched above me as his marking shined brighter than stars.
When his petals let me go and I came up to catch my breath I let him down carefully and stood up, pulling up his pants for him, licking my lips while having a shit eating grin.
He surprised me and pulled me into a messy kiss as he tasted himself on me before resting his forehead on mine and chuckled.
“Fuck, that was…I…and you didn’t even get scared of my downstairs.”
I laughed. How strange that he thought I’d give a shit, I just liked him for him.
“Vash. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was a space monster. I like you for you.”
He started to laugh in that alleyway and fuck did my heart flutter. I knew what that meant and I started to panic for a few moments before Vash pulled me in for another sweet kiss. The kind of kiss filled with promises and happy things. Things I didn’t deserve..
Hello different anon here to request one of my favorite things: reverse jealousy. How would the two lads feel about the reader feeling jealous over them?
sorry this took so long to do!! I made it a bit longer to make up for it <3
pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader
warnings: once again there's some angst, insecurity, self doubt, swearing, wolfwood has some feelings, reader is a bit of a dumb ass in vash's part haha
notes: i kinda went off with this?? it didn't go where I thought it would that's for sure haha.
Vash
There’s a small fire that builds up inside of you every time this person touches Vash. It’s an anger you can’t really describe. It has you feeling jittery and useless. They aren’t being forceful with him, and he seems okay with the soft touches. That just makes you more uncomfortable as you walk behind the two of them.
They’re probably just thankful. Vash did just save their life. Anybody would be thankful if a handsome stranger ran in and ripped you away from a bunch of bandits. Especially on a planet like Gunsmoke, where everybody is only worried about themselves. There aren’t very many selfless heroes like Vash, so when they come around you tend to be thankful.
But there’s something about the way their hand lingers on his arm after they stumble closer to him. Or how they keep interrupting you, making it feel like you can’t talk. They seem to be pushing you into the background as you walk across the desert planet towards the nearest town. Despite there being enough room for you to join the two side by side, you feel like your place is behind them.
Glaring at both of their backs with, you clench your fists lightly. The town is close enough, you can see the buildings in the distance. Soon this person will be back home, and they’ll be just a minor detail in Vash’s adventure. While you’ll be by his side, helping him the entire way. That thought should help you feel better. It should help calm your nerves.
But then, their fingers reach out towards his hand, and you feel the fire build up again.
Jealousy rears its ugly head.
The worst part? You aren’t angry that they’re flirting with him. You’re angry that you can’t be this bold. You have been traveling with him for months now. You’ve become one of his closest friends. He trusts you. He cares for you. He has proven that he will do anything to keep you safe. And yet, you can’t even find the courage to hold his hand. This stranger, who’s known him for a few hours at most, is doing something you have always wished you could do.
RIght before their fingers touch Vash’s metal ones you clear your throat. Vash turns to you with a smile. He arches an eyebrow, probably able to read your bad mood. “You okay back there?” he asks softly. The stranger retracks their hand and looks at you too.
“Uh yeah. I was just wondering how you ended up out here anyway.” You mumble. Embarrassed, you try to find a conversation starter that makes you look less stupid. The person shrugs and looks ahead again. “Sometimes I come out here to find spare parts. You’d be surprised how much useful junk is just laying around in the sand.” They explain looking up at Vash.
Vash nods. “Yeah that makes sense. Sorry you got caught up with those guys. They didn’t hurt you did they?” he asks, looking the person over. “Maybe a few bruises, but I’m tough. You managed to save me just in time!” They exclaim. Vash rubs the back of his neck, blushing a bit. “We couldn’t just leave you out there!”
‘I could.’ you think for a second, before guilt floods your senses. Why are you acting like this?
You pause for a second, and watch the two continue to walk. They don’t even notice that you’ve stopped walking. The stranger says something that makes Vash laugh, his cheeks turning red. They step a bit closer to Vash, and he doesn’t seem to mind. This is too much for you.
You continue walking, a few steps behind them now. Your head hands low, and your heart drops.
As the three of you walk towards the town, the suns start to drop. The air gets a bit cooler, and the world goes eerily quiet. The town is already empty, except for a few drunken wanderers who stumble through the streets. There’s probably a bar or tavern somewhere that’s filled with idiots drinking and singing.
The stranger leads the two of you up to their doorstep. They turn around and face Vash. “This is me.” they smile softly, their eyes only on your blonde companion. “Glad you got home safe.” Vash responds, a sense of relief in his eyes. “Thanks for making sure I’m okay. I owe you.” They whisper, and you know they aren’t talking to you. “It’s really no problem. It’s what I- It’s what we do.” It’s sweet how he tries to include you even when you’re clearly not wanted.
The person smiles, and leans in close to him for a second. They pull him down to their level and press their lips against his cheep. Your blood freezes, and you look away.
“Stop by the next time you’re in town. Okay?” They mumble before leaving you and Vash standing there. Vash is a bit awestruck, his face a bright red. You feel like you might punch the next person who walks by, or break down and cry, Whatever comes first. The situation has left you completely and utterly upset. Every fiber of your being wants to run off into the night time and scream.
Instead you just stand there with your jaw clenched tightly.
“They were really nice…” Vash points out turning to you with a smile. You find yourself scoffing. “Yeah to you.” you point out and begin to walk away. Vash follows you closely, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, and you feel a little bad. He looks like a little puppy who’s just been yelled at.
“I mean they clearly were happy that you specifically saved them. You know?” You mumble, a bit softer now. He stops and looks back, a bi of confusion woven into his features. “What?” he asks, looking at you again. “They liked you, Vash.” You explain fully. His eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink again. “I-I don’t think so. I think they were just thankful I saved them-” He begins to rant, clearly flustered.
You sigh and stop to look at him. “They made it pretty obvious. I mean, they sure didn’t kiss my cheek. Did they?” He looks at you shocked, his brain jumping through hoops to try and explain the kiss. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks down at your sour expression.
Suddenly a small smile stretches across his lips as he steps forward. He’s put your sour mood since you saved that person together now. He knows you’re jealous. “Well, I guess I’m flattered then. But…I’ve got my eyes on someone already.” he tells you a certain look you can’t place in his eye.
Now it’s your turn to be confused. “What? Who?” You ask, a bit too quickly. He laughs and shakes his head at you. “Someone pretty cool. They’re basically my best friends.” He explains. Your eyes widen as a new type of pain floods your senses. So he likes someone else, AND he has another best friend?
“Who is this person?” You ask, completely upset.
Vash just sighs, a small smile on his face. He walks closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His hand gently combs through your hair
Your heart is suddenly leaping within your chest.
“It’s you.”
Wolfwood
Your finger nails dig into the soft skin on your thighs softly as you watch the scene in front of you unfold. You watch silently as Wolfwood mutters something in this random girl’s ear, making her giggle. She responds by leaning in close, giving him a shy smile. He wraps his arm around her and whispers something else- something you couldn’t hear if you tried. They’re too close now, and you feel your heart plummet into your stomach.
This shouldn’t be much of a surprise at this point. This man does this a lot. He likes to walk off the moment the group finds a place to rest, and try his luck with whoever will give him the time of day. Most of the time his advances are accepted because, as much as you hate to admit it, Wolfwood is handsome. He’s got a nice looking face, and a well toned body. Plus he can be sickeningly charming sometimes, with his unmatched wit and cute little nicknames. Anybody would fall for him.
Despite how common this little scene is, it still makes your chest feel tight. You’re uncomfortable, but you can’t look away. The drink you had ordered to help cool you off is left untouched, growing warmer by the second. You just don’t feel like you can stomach anything right now. You feel sick, and upset.
You’re…well, you’re jealous.
It’s something you’ve come to terms with awhile ago. You have feelings for your weird and mysterious traveling partner. You can only share so many tender moments with him dressing your wounds (or vice versa) before affections arise. You’ve shared enough moments with him where your heart beats uncomfortably fast to understand your feelings. It sucks.
The others have left you to stew in your feelings, knowing that once you get this way there’s no pulling you out. Meryl has tried so many times to convince you to let loose and ignore Wolfwood. She’s tried telling you to go dance with a stranger, or flirt with your own handsome man. “You’re attractive.” She would say. “Anybody here would be on their knees the moment you tried talking to them.”
You can’t though. Not even if you wanted to. There’s a deep insecurity that takes over your brain every time you watch the man you love flirt aimlessly with another. It makes you doubt yourself to a degree you have never experienced. Are you not good enough? Not pretty enough? Are you boring? What is it about you that isn’t enough? These thoughts seem to flood your mind, and no amount of alcohol could subside them
Your eyes drift down to his arm resting on the girl's side, his fingers lightly pressing against her. It makes you want to vomit. You wish so desperately to be the one he touches like that, and it sickens you. How stupid are you? Pining after a man who flirts with other people so easily. This man would never give you the time of day- despite how sweet he can seem sometimes.
You grab the drink from the table and hold it to your lips, drinking it all in one go. It burns your throat. It’s not enough. Without missing a beat, another cup lands in front of you. You give a thankful nod to the bartender, then down that drink too. Your thoughts are getting clouded and fuzzy as a light buzz starts to overcome you.
You look over at Wolfwood again. This time though, your eyes meet his. He smiles when the eye contact is made. A sly smirk that makes your blood boil. It’s like he knows your feelings, and he’s rubbing it in your face. You frown and turn away.
What an asshole.
What should you do? You clearly aren’t having fun. The alcohol isn’t helping you loosen up, it’s actually making things feel worse. That girl is pressed up against Wolfwood, and you’re sure you might throw up or cry if you continue watching. Maybe you should leave. Go find a quiet place to relax? Yeah that’s a good idea.
You leave your payment for the drinks on the counter and walk out of the building, into the chilly night air. For how hot it normally is on this harsh planet, the nights can get deadly cold.
You lean against the railing and sigh softly. It’s just not your night.
The sound of a door opening and closing brings you out of your little moment of peace, and the familiar smell of cigarettes makes your nose wrinkle. Wolfwood walks up next to you, flicking his lighter. He rests his elbows against the railing and leans forward.
“Why’d you run off?” He asks after a couple minutes of silence.
You look at him through the side of your eye for a moment, taking in his features. He looks so soft in the moonlight. Far different right now than how he always seems. A hint of warmth under the cold exterior he seems to always parade around. A side of him that he only lets you see.
“Needed some fresh air.” You finally answer, looking away. He’s really the last person you want to see right now. “Aren’t you missing somebody?” You ask, the alcohol makes you bolder than normal. There’s a sense of anger in your voice you can’t hide.
“You mean that girl?” He asks his hand going to his chin as if he’s thinking. “Just wasn’t feeling it. Why?” That sly smirk is back. “You feeling a little jealous?” His voice is quiet. He’s not looking at you, not entirely. He sometimes flickers his eye over to you, probably to see how you react.
Your eyes snap up to him, and a new anger surges through you. You can’t believe this man! He’s such a…a.. “You’re an asshole.” You say out loud, turning to look at him. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of your eyes.
“Is that a yes?” He goes to tease you, but when he turns to face you he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes meet with yours. His smile drops and a myriad of emotions go through his eyes. Confusion, surprise, then worry. He turns his body to you, and lets the bud of his cigarette fall to the ground. You remain tense, and quiet. You find yourself unable to meet his gaze.
“Oh.”
That’s all he says for a while. It seems he understands your feelings now. His hands clench and unclench, as he looks away. There’s a silence that takes over now. It’s awkward and tense.
You grow tired of the moment, and let out a soft sigh. You knew he’d react like this. You knew there was no way he’d feel the same way. It’s still heartbreaking though. Your stomach is in ruins, and it feels like all of the air has been sucked out of you. Curse whatever created you for making you feel so utterly helpless in this situation.
You turn to leave, but his hand finds your wrist and he pulls you back. “Don’t- Just give me a second.” He sighs, and his hand slips away. You stay put, despite the fact you desperately want to escape. He pulls out another cigarette and holds the lighter up to his lips, lighting it. The glow shows off his conflicted eyes.
He takes a deep breath, and then lets it go.
“You’re too good for me.” He says finally. “I”m…not the type of guy you should fall in love with.” His words are filled with an emotion you’ve never heard from him. This is a new Wolfwood. “I’ve done stuff…” he cuts himself off and looks in the opposite direction of you. “Sweetheart I…I…” he’s struggling to find the words. He takes a deep breath and then-
“Fuck it.”
He whips around. He grabs the cigarette from his lips with one hand, and the other clutches onto the back of your head. It happens too fast for you to understand completely , but he pulls you close and his lips catch yours. It’s a soft kiss.
He pulls away and leaves you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. His hand is still cradling the back of your head. He stares down at you, his dark eyes trying to convey to you what he’s struggling to say out loud. He loves you too.
