I've found a way to use the wardens in my modern day DA AU, where they still hold the same role of taking on criminals and offenders for temporary reform but also offer permanent positions so basically what I'm saying is Anders and Nathaniel Howe young offenders in the wardens and uh ig I have a job for Carver now too or whatever
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede (Trigun)
Additional Tags: Vashwood Fluff Week 2023 (Trigun), Fluff and Angst, Vignette, birthday donuts, Nebulously post tristamp s1, can be read as platonic
Series: Part 1 of Vashwood Fluff Week 2023
Summary:
The voices may be different, but they’re all saying the same thing: millions lost, what a tragedy, we’re still mourning three years later, what kind of monster–
Your fault, your fault.
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Day 1 of Vashwood fluff week! I went with the prompt “Birthday” @vashwoodweek
Author’s notes: This is just how it’s gonna be now. I think I just write better at night plus mental illness makes it hard for me to do things at a normal time so /shrug. This one really isn’t great at all and it’s short as hell but I wanted to write something at least. It seems like I go good day, bad day, good day, bad day etc. but whatever. Here it is: a really short piece with Mathus and Aldric taking place sometime during SS: Part 1.
Word count: 632
“I can feel you staring,” Aldric spoke, glancing up from the paperwork occupying his desk. Over his glasses, he saw his boyfriend shoot him a look of fake exasperation before leaning up against the door frame of the office.
“You’ve been at that for hours now,” Mathus sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe you should take a break.”
“I would love to,” Aldric responded, returning his attention back to his paperwork. He huffed after realizing that he’d lost his place in reading. “But there’s just too much information here for me not to take as much time as I can to study it properly.”
“The trial’s not for another two weeks, though.”
Mathus understood well enough that Aldric was very dedicated to his job—it was was one of the things that he loved most about him; however, he wasn’t too keen on the man needlessly exhausting himself almost constantly. He’d spend countless hours pouring over papers and files, insistent on memorizing each and every detail, usually at the expense of proper sleep. Mathus would assure him consistently that his skill and intelligence were more than enough to carry him through a case without routinely burning the candle at both ends, but that typically fell on deaf ears.
“I’m aware, love,” Aldric said, sighing as he began to flip through one of the files atop his desk, seemingly searching for something specific. If there was an order to the chaos of paperwork, Mathus couldn’t see it. “But I need to ensure that I’m fully prepared.”
“Is it that bad?”
Again, Aldric sighed, giving up his search and removing his glasses to run his hands over his face. Without them, Mathus could see just how tired Aldric truly looked. His eyes were heavy and reddened, and the ponytail keeping his hair off of his face was starting to come undone. There was a mug on the table that Mathus could guess was empty, knowing his boyfriend’s habits fairly well when it came to his work.
“A double homicide intertwined with several instances of blackmail, embezzlement, and enough unreliable witnesses to have at least 8 separate accounts of what actually happened?” Aldric ranted, frustration bleeding through his tone. “No, it’s practically a walk in the park.”
“Gotcha,” Mathus nodded, knowing that his boyfriend’s frustrations weren’t necessarily aimed at him intentionally. He’d get back at him with well intentioned overbearingness. “But you should still take a break every now and then. That’s how proper studying works anyway.”
“Oh? Are you an expert?”
“No, but I bet you can’t even tell me what the hell the last few things you’ve read are even about,” Mathus smirked, leveling Aldric with a knowing look.
When he received no response aside from an annoyed huff, Mathus knew he was right and approached the desk to start gathering everything into a neat pile which he then set aside. When Aldric didn’t even protest, the brunet then rounded the desk, spinning his boyfriend in his chair and pulling him to his feet. Aldric knew to simply cede by that point, allowing himself to be led out of the office. Mathus shut the door behind him, gently shoving Aldric forward through the house towards their bedroom. The exhaustion of the night weighed down on him quickly and calling it an evening started to seem like a smart move.
“I’ll have to be up early to start reviewing it all again,” Aldric pointed out, failing to keep the snark out of his voice. Mathus merely rolled his eyes, not gracing him with a response until the two were finally in bed together.
“Well, considering that I locked the office from the inside and am the only one who knows where the key is, let me know how that works out for you.”
If an entity were to gift and/or punish a god it would be to condemn them to humanity unaware of the god that lies within them, to either find themselves in the most basic of ways or die before being able to experience a life and a world they wouldn't have access to any other way other than to be limited and undo those limitations
