my name is lumi( 23 year old cis female) and this is my page dedicated to writings i do for the trigun series! do make yourself comfy and i hope you find what you're looking for(but if you don't or you have any ideas, feel free to send a message/request)!
i write x reader content for the most part, but do not mind the idea of character x character! i however, will not write anything that includes: sexual acts with a minor, incest, bestiality, or any other extremely triggering or inappropriate topics!
as for nsfw, i will always try my hand at it but i can assure you that it isn't my strongest suit - but, hey, practice makes perfect right?
REQUESTS: open!!
LEGEND
♡ - imagines (1k+ words)
✧ - drabbles/headcanons (under 1k words)
❀ - part of a series
INVENTORY (LAST UPDATED 09/10/2023):
VASH
✧ closest to his heart {platonic or romantic} (req. by anon)
✧ in a moment's notice (req. by anon)
♡ misplaced beliefs (req. by anon)
✧ that thing i like(minors dni!) - (req. for anon)
♡ the plant & the witch (req. for kanaekocho)
✧ the body of a god (18+/minors dni) - (req. for anon)
✧ our nightly routine(req. by anon)
✧ vash + his cuddling tendencies (req. by anon)
✧ you need to relax, vash (req. for @saiyanblood2)
NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD
✧ let your worries wash away (18+ / minors dni) - (req. by anon)
✧ please, don't go - (req. for @sweetchildcloud)
✧ wolfwood + vash/knives' younger sibling {platonic & romantic] (req. by anon)
MERYL STRYFE
✧ one hardworking gal[f!reader] (req. for anon)
✧ sit on it [18+] (req. for anon)
NAI/MILLIONS
✧ knives + a whole new feeling (req. for xvaljx)
✧ knives + his cuddling tendencies (req. for anon)
✧ sweet nothings + knives (req. for anon)
MULTIPLE CHARACTERS
✧ vash, wolfwood, and knives + nicknames w/ their significant other (req. by anon)
✧ vash + knives - developing feelings & confessions (req. by anon)
♡ vash, meryl, wolfwood + knives - the melody of love (req. for anon)
Headcanons for Vash getting a titjob from his girlfriend? I feel like he'd like them, Idk.
that thing i like - vash x reader (18+ minors dni!)
wc; 866
warnings; sexual content including bondage, titjobs(obviously)
note; mannnnn does this sweet plant deserve all the things he likes, i'm down bad for this blondie. also! vague description of plant genitalia, nothing specific.
masterlist | posted to ao3
the trip leading up to the quaint town you found yourself in was one of the more strenuous ones you had experienced since joining vash, wolfwood, meryl, and roberto. the car had died, leaving the five of you to push it for miles beneath the unrelenting sun while bandits consistently tried to take a shot at robbing your group blind — all attempts were unsuccessful.
after hours of pushing, sweating, complaining and arguing, the little inn the group stumbled upon was a blessing from the gods themselves. everyone checked into their respective rooms without as much as a whisper to another, their limits well beyond passed.
you laid spread-eagle on the bed, savoring the feeling of soft sheets and air conditioning while vash took up the bathroom. his soft hums paired with the sound of running water was drawing you close to falling asleep especially after such a draining day, yet all that came to a halt as soon as vash exited the bathroom.
"mayfly?" he called quietly, eliciting a hum of response yet you refused to lift your head. when you were met with silence, you turned over to face him and your eyebrows shot up. "i know we've had a long day but. . ."
he trailed off as you sat up with renewed energy, hungry eyes raking over his naked form. his hands gripped the ends of the towel that was draped over his shoulders, fidgeting with nerves. you neared the edge of the bed, your eyes never leaving his twitching member as he stumbled over his words.
"i-i was hoping you would, u-um, do that. . .that. . ." vash swallowed audibly as you reached out and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him closer.
"'that' what, lovebug?" you teased, you voice more of a purr as you slowly peeled your shirt off and tossed it aside. "use your words, vash."
vash groaned, his hands aching to touch you yet you kept pushing them away all while trying to coax the words out of him with just a look.
"that. . .thing i like," vash murmured, face flushed. "please?"
you smirked and pulled vash to you by his hips, leading him onto the bed. as he sat up against the headboard, you littered his neck and collarbone with kisses and nibbles all while making your way down to where he needed you most. your lips ghosting over the tip of his needy member, you looked up smugly at the trail of blossoming hickies and vash's flustered expression. his chest rose and fell heavily as he gasped and panted, the phantom of a beg sitting on his tongue waiting to be spilled.
with a kiss to the tip, you moved your hands from his thighs to the back of your bra. with a swift movement, you unclasped and threw aside the bra, leaning your forearms on his thighs.
"you're so pretty like this," you mused, leaning your breasts close enough to brush against his member, causing vash to stiffen and let out a strangled moan. as an idea came to mind, you pushed yourself off of him and got off the bed, crossing the room and hastily rummaging through his suitcase.
"m-mayfly?" vash stammered as you turned back to him with his rarely seen necktie in your hands. "what're you—"
you climbed back on top of him, silencing him with your lips pressed to his. vash whined and groaned against your lips, completely at your mercy as you guided his wrists together above his head and wrapped the tie around them. pulling back from the kiss, you tightened the tie to the headboard with a confident tug. vash looked up at his wrists then to you, lips parted and pupils blown as he watched you lower yourself back down to between his legs.
leaning comfortably with your forearms back on his thighs, you enveloped his — now uncomfortably hard — member between your breasts. vash hissed in pleasure and threw his head back as you moved your chest slowly up and down his member, the plush feeling already pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"does that feel good?" you teased, alternating between moving fast and slow. vash twisted and writhed beneath you, gasps and pants and moans filling the room like one of your favorite melodies.
"s-s'good," vash whined. "feels so, so — good!"
vash's voice raised an octave as he reached his climax, his seed painting lines from your chin to the tops of your breasts. you slowed your movements, wiping your face with the back of your hand as you sat back on your knees. vash, eyes closed and body twitching from his release, whined as he sat up, the tie discarded. you didn't even have time to question how long he had been free for before he pulled you to him, burying his face in your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"feel better?" you asked quietly, carding your fingers through his hair as he pressed shaky kisses to your skin.
"very," he whispered into the crook of your neck before flipping you onto your back, the tie suddenly in his right hand as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "now it's your turn."
Hi! I was hoping to request something with Vash where he’s in love with the reader but is too afraid to confess until suddenly the reader is badly hurt and Vash is potentially about to lose them forever??? I just love confessions in the middle of some kind of angst 😅 I love your writing so much, keep up the amazing work!
in a moment's notice - vash x reader
wc; 716
warnings; angst, near death experience
note; writing this gave me many feelings ;-;
posted to ao3 | masterlist
it was all just a freak accident.
a stray bullet, one hell of a mistake.
you were supposed to be hiding, just as you had promised you'd do whenever a fight breaks out. you were supposed to be far away, waiting for vash to come find you when everything died down.
yet there you were, eyes wide as you clutch your stomach and gasp out his name. vash's words get caught in his throat as you drop to your knees, red seeping through your top at an alarming rate. he hurried to your side, laying you down gently as he helped apply pressure to your wound with his hand over yours.
"you — (name), what —" vash couldn't find the words as he looked to meryl desperately.
"vash," you said softly, drawing his gaze back to you. you gave him a soft smile, reaching up and wiping at the hot tears that rolled down his cheeks.
"no, no, no, don't," vash choked out, the hand on your wound shaking as his other hand cradled the back of your head. "y-you're going to be fine, (name). everything's gonna be —" he took a deep breath, " — gonna be fine. just hold on, okay?"
your smile became one of pity, already having accepted your fate. the world around you was silenced, save for vash's quiet sniffling.
"it's not your fault, vash," you murmured, cupping his cheek and rubbing his cheekbone tenderly with your thumb. "i'm sorry i broke our promise."
"stop talking like that," vash begged, pressing his forehead to yours. "please, (name). i — i can't lose you. this life. . . i need you with me. just hold on, we'll get you help."
you sighed at his desperation, his need for optimism trying to shine through despite the dire situation. vash's tears dripped from his face to yours as his body shook with silent sobs.
"vash —"
"please don't go, (name)," vash interrupted. "i love you. i can't imagine going through this life without you. i beg of you, stay with me."
you couldn't tell if it was the blood loss or the confession that was just dropped on you but time seemed to come to a halt. you stared off, completely losing focus. the next thing you know, vash is being pulled off you and you're being carted off somewhere. with your mind reeling, the world around you goes dark.
you come to hours later, finding yourself propped up in a soft bed and surrounded by your friends. meryl and vash both perked up when they noticed you stir, vash at your side in the blink of an eye. you looked up at him with a tired smile, his desperate confession ever present in your mind.
"um." you cleared your throat, looking to meryl, nicholas, and roberto. "can you guys give us a minute, please?"
while nick and roberto nodded and left as soon as you asked, meryl looked between you and vash before her eyebrows shot up and she nodded slowly, following the other two and closing the door behind her.
"i'm so glad you're okay," vash blurted out instantly, kneeling at your bedside. "i was so scared i lost you —"
" — you love me?"
vash stopped, slack jawed and a red tint to his cheeks as he stumbled over his words. he looked sheepish, as if he didn't expect his words to be thrown back at him.
"i — well, i mean," vash mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah, i'll admit the execution of that confession wasn't my finest work but i meant every word."
you smiled, reaching out and grabbing his hand. you brought his knuckles to your lips and gave a gentle kiss, then turned his hand over and kissed his palm. vash watched you with wide eyes, swallowing loudly as his whole face turned a deep shade of red.
"you've no idea how i've longed to hear those words," you admitted with a grin. "though i would've preferred my near death not to be the reason you confessed, i'm glad to have heard them nonetheless."
vash chuckled nervously, moving his hand up to the back of your neck as he moved closer to you. you could sense the nerves and closed the gap between you two, gripping the collar of his jacket as your lips met.
Hiiiiii! You write so well! Can I ask for Vash and a s/o who likes to read a lot and likes to read to him?
our nightly routine - vash x reader
wc; 368
warnings; none, enjoy this needed sweetness
note; aaa enjoy this lil blurb!! my tristamp obsession has been revived
masterlist | posted on ao3 | divider by @saradika !!
from the moment vash had met you, the first thing he picked up on is that you never went anywhere without something to read. whenever there was a moment or two of peace - albeit rare - you could be found with your nose buried in whatever was interesting you at the time.
as a means to get closer to you, vash would often try and ask you about what you were reading even if it pertained to something he knew nothing about or cared for. he would sidle up to you and sit by your side, trying to read alongside you as to not disturb your flow.
at first, you would go slower to allow him to read with you. after a little while, however, he caught on and immediately began to feel bad because he thought he was throwing you off.
"would you rather i read it to you?" you had asked, maybe a bit too hastily, when vash was about to get up and leave. "i wouldn't mind, you know."
and thus, a new routine was born.
you both agreed to spend the last half hour or so before sleep to meet up and to read a chapter (or more) of whatever book you had on you. it quickly became both yours and vash's favorite time of the day, something the both of you had to look forward to in the harder times.
if anyone were to look in on this sacred time, it would look as if you two had been doing this for years. vash would curl up next to you while you read to him, a blanket draped over your bodies. more often than not, vash would watch your face as you read - he was completely smitten by the way your eyes would light up as you made the story come to life for him through voices and grand gestures when the text called for it.
of course, the night wouldn't be complete without you getting cut off by vash's soft snores. despite that, as soon as you would put the book away, vash would stir and whine until you hushed him and promised you would finish the chapter the next night.
Can I please request headcanons for a female reader taking care of Meryl in little, domestic ways? Bringing her food and drinks when she's working, massaging her shoulders and back when Meryl's been stuck doing paperwork, helping Meryl clean her guns, stuff like that? And cuddles and smooches, of course C: Life on Gunsmoke can be so hectic, Meryl deserves some peace.
one hardworking gal - f!reader
word count; 417
cw; none <3
cross-posted to ao3
you never turned down an opportunity to aid meryl in what she would consider "bothersome work"
"it's not bothersome - not when it's time spent with you," you'd reply with a reassuring kiss to her temple
meryl would often look to the sky and ask the gods what she did to deserve you and your kind heart
while she would clean her guns, you would sit by her side and ask her how you could help with a rag in hand
on more than one occasion she had fallen asleep at her desk while doing work and every time she would wake up with a blanket draped over her shoulders and a plate of food sitting next to her
of course, you'd be there as well - just curled up and asleep on the couch you insisted she keep in her office for that exact reason
her favorite little habits of yours were when she was drowning in work and you would always come in at the perfect time, a ray of sunshine in a storm
she would be so frustrated when you would swoop in, hands on her shoulders and a kiss being pressed to her cheek
"how do you always know when i need you?" meryl would murmur as she leans back against you, your hands rubbing her shoulders
"it's my superpower," you teased, leaning your chin atop her head as you looked at her messy desk. "you work yourself to the bone, honey. why don't you take a break?"
meryl sighed. "because if i finish it now then i don't have to worry about it later."
"that's fair," you agreed, pressing a little harder on the knots in her shoulders. "here, what about this: the faster you finish, the faster you get cuddles. make it so you've got something to look forward to?"
you grinned as meryl laughed, waving you off.
"i'll leave you to it," you said as you kissed the top of her head. "the bed'll be nice and warm when you're done!"
you swore meryl was done quicker than usual when she came to bed just an hour later but she assured you that work could wait
you didn't complain, enjoying the way she curled up against you with her face buried in your neck. your hand trailed lightly up her back as you hummed to her until she fell asleep
"sweet dreams," you whispered, pulling the covers over the two of you and pulling her closer to you as you drifted off
Headcanons for Vash getting body worshipped and spoiled by a afab reader? She/her or he/him pronouns are fine for Reader, just, whichever floats ur boat. But yeah, Vash def deserves a good massage, a nice, hot bath, and some orgasms, and good, good aftercare. And lots and lots of cuddles and physical affection. He's been through so much, he deserves nice things.
the body of a god | 18+, minors dni!
word count; 757
warnings; sexual content
note; alright - first off: this was way too much fun to write omg. secondly: after rewatching stampede, i have a newly revitalized need to write some requests that have been sitting for far too long (my apologies!). i’ve been between writing pieces for this fandom and one piece ever since i started it since ace and sanji have absolutely taken over my heart
masterlist | cross-posted to ao3
after the more stressful stretches of journey, you were more than eager to let loose and relax
which also meant making sure vash relaxed as well
because if he didn't relax, he'd be talking about the next leg of journey or just be too deep in his head - both of those options were not favorable
once the two of you split ways from milly, wolfwood, and meryl in the motel, the door was locked with that 'do not disturb' sign on the handle
vash would try and put the focus on you, heaping praise on how helpful you were on the journey and that you deserve to be pampered
you wouldn't have anything of it - he was the one constantly putting his life on the line, expecting nothing in return while also being beat down by the very people he would save
while you drew a hot bath and ordered him to get undressed, he would grumble and pout in an attempt to get you to change your mind but you held your ground
he would shrink under your stern gaze, doing as asked and getting into the tub after getting undressed
as he soaked, you left him for a little to change into something more... provocative
when you heard the bath start to drain, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out
you both faltered at the sight of each other once vash stepped out of the bathroom
his eyes trailed all over your body and he swallowed loudly while you composed yourself, tamping down the want to yank the towel off his waist and throw out your whole plan
"come lay down," you said, patting the bed as you stood and made room for him.
he obliged without a second thought, allowing you to guide him onto his stomach
he opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but it came out more as a surprised moan when you straddled his lower back, your hands pressing into the tender muscle of his shoulders
vash melted under your touch as you took your time massaging up and down his back, focusing on the knots mostly in his neck and shoulders
“you know,” you whispered, leaning close to his ear, “there is nobody in the world prettier than you, lovebug.”
you laughed as vash buried his face in the pillow, murmuring something incomprehensible
“it’s true,” you continued, your thumbs rubbing circles on his shoulder blades. “everything about you is absolutely perfect.”
you made sure your hands would gently touch and caress his scarred areas, making sure he knew that you meant what you said by everything
you climbed off his back and he flipped over, pouting at the lack of contact but your eyes had trailed downward towards something else
“don’t act surprised,” vash said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at you. “you know what you’re doing to me.”
you kneeled between his legs, moving his knees apart and resting your hands on his thighs
“i don’t know what you could ever mean,” you teased, earning a small smile from vash. “i’m just letting my love know how amazingly handsome he is.”
vash chuckled and ran a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face as you slowly leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. your eyes never left his and you enjoyed the way his breath hitched in his throat
“you’re so beautiful,” you whispered, licking a stripe up the underside of his length. “so, so perfect. and all mine, too.”
vash groaned as you took him in your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you further down
“y-yeah, all yours,” he whined, pushing slightly on your head as he craved more.
you continued to move slowly, coaxing the mewls and moans out of his throat that were like music to your ears
vash’s hips began to jerk upward, eager to hit the back of your throat as he got closer and closer to his orgasm
“i-i’m gonna -!” he panted, his heart hammering in his chest as you looked up into his eyes
the mix of moans and your name being stammered out into the air was heavenly as you swallowed every last drop of his seed before releasing his length with a satisfying pop
you stood up as vash fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. even covered in sweat, panting with his arm over his eyes, he looked angelic to you
Headcanons for Meryl's girlfriend asking Meryl to ride her face? Meryl's been through so much, she deserves some stress relief.
sit on it. (18+ minors dni!)
wc; 976
cw; nsfw content!! minors dni!!
notes; more meryl content!! i love my girl and i love writing for her, so i hope you guys enjoy!! again, i'm still working on getting better on writing nsfw so any criticism is welcome!! <3
masterlist | cross-posted to ao3
"a-are you sure you wanna do this?"
from your position on the bed, you looked over at your anxious girlfriend to see her clad in some lingerie you've never seen before. you were practically salivating as your eyes scanned her body, adoring the way the pink lace fabric hugged and accentuated her curves.
you propped yourself up on your elbows and nodded excitedly, to which meryl blushed and hid her face in her hands. you quickly got up and met her in the middle of the room, slowly pulling her hands from her face.
"hey, honey," you talked quietly, taking her hands in yours. you pressed your lips to her knuckles, your eyes never leaving hers. "if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. we can find other ways to relieve your stress."
meryl shook her head. "no, no, i want to. i'm just. . .i'm usually never on the receiving end of things."
you let go of her hands and leaned forward, kissing her forehead. she stepped closer to you and you wrapped your arms around her waist, hers finding their way around your neck.
"well, let me take care of my lovely lady," you murmured and she giggled. "are you okay?"
"i'm okay," she replied quietly, allowing you to lead her back to the bed. you laid down and pulled her on top of you, earning a yelp from her at the sudden movement.
"promise me you'll let me know if you get uncomfortable." you made sure to keep eye contact with her, waiting until she promised before putting a hand on the back of her neck and pressing your lips to hers.
your thumb stroked the back of her neck as your other hand trailed down her body, drawing circles on her back and sides before toying with the band of her underwear. when meryl pulled back to catch her breath, you wasted no time in peppering kisses all over her face.
"you work so hard." kiss. "you are one of the most intelligent, hardworking women i know." kiss. "i should really take you on vacation someday."
meryl blushed as you heaped praise on her, your lips moving lower and lower until they reached her neck. she moaned softly as you sucked and bit at the skin, leaving a couple marks here and there to admire later. your hands found their way to her bra and quickly unclasped it, pushing the straps down her shoulders for her to shrug off.
"you're so beautiful," you murmured as she buried her face in your neck. "you still okay, honey?"
meryl took a breath and sat back up, straddling your waist, and you enjoyed seeing her gain some confidence. your hands reached up and cupped her breasts, smirking as she shivered in your touch.
"oh?" you gently ran your thumbs over her nipples, enjoying the mewl that escaped her. "does someone like this?"
meryl nodded, humming as you pinched and pulled at the nubs, each action drawing a lewd noise out of her. you smirked as you watched her unravel, her hips grinding against yours as you toyed with her.
she grabbed your hands after a bit, her breathing labored as she said your name. "t-too much. . .stimulation."
"do you want to continue?" you prompted, waiting for her to give you consent before you tugged at the band of her underwear again. "let's get these off you, honey."
"what about you?" meryl asked as she let you tug her underwear down, her hips lifting as you pulled them off and tossed them aside. she stiffened as you laid back further, your hands on her hips as you guided her to come forward and hover over your face. "don't you-"
"one, this is about pleasing you, honey," you piped up, grabbing the backs of her knees and moving them up to either side of your head. "two? this is doing so much for me as is, seeing you able to relax and feel good."
you licked your lips at the sight of her dripping cunt hovering just over your mouth, your whole body aching to taste your girlfriend. meryl gripped the headboard, looking down at your eager expression with a groan.
"are you just going to tease me and stare, then?" she asked, earning a chuckle from you. "well, are y-"
you cut her off by grabbing her hips and bringing her down onto your face, your tongue diving into her folds. meryl gasped and her grip on the headboard tightened until her knuckles went white. she moaned your name as your tongue dragged up and down her sex, lapping up all the juices with fervor. you guided her hips back and forth until she caught onto the rhythm, grinding against your tongue as you switched between licking and teasing her clit.
your hands trailed to her ass, squeezing and playing with the flesh as she played with her chest to amp up the pleasure. you felt her body begin to tremble and her words started to become slurred as she neared her climax. you latched onto her clit, sucking and flicking with your tongue until meryl let out a high-pitched moan, riding her orgasm out on your face.
you were on cloud nine, drinking everything up like it was liquid gold. meryl, after taking a moment to catch her breath, slowly climbed off of you and went to the bathroom quickly. she returned with a towel, offering it to you as she laid in bed. you cleaned the rest of your face off before laying next to her, wrapping your arms around her.
"was that good?" you asked, rubbing her back as she hummed in approval. "well, whenever your stress levels hit another high, now we know what helps."
meryl chuckled. "you just saying that so you can do this more?"
Headcanons for Vash getting a nice, long soak in a hot bath and a nice, thorough massage? Idk what types of physical therapy would be good for all his scars and missing arm (and whatever other damage beneath the skin we can't quite see), but hopefully a massage and a hot soak in a big tub would help? And a nice nap in a soft bed.
you need to relax, vash.
wc; 770
cw; mentions of scars
note; so i managed to find some time to start watching some of the og trigun anime and lemme tell y'all that this version of vash is so damn funny yet he's also my precious bbg still. i'll also be getting requests out in a more consistent manner now that i've graduated and have my summer free!!
on another note, i have made an ao3 where i have plans for two big works, a vash x reader prequel that leads into a wolfwood x reader. character.ai has given me so much material it's insane. i'll keep everyone here updated as i put those out, profile linked below!! <3
masterlist | cross-posted to ao3
vash would always put everyone else's needs and well-being before his own
it was 100% part of his sweetheart charm but it did raise some worry after it became a consistent thing
and while you and the others tried to push the importance of his well-being onto him, he was stubborn and would always wave you guys off
this continued for quite some time after you joined the group until, one day, you put your foot down
"you need to relax, vash." you left no room for argument, no indication that getting out of this was going to be easy.
vash tried his best to - as politely as he could - decline your persisting order but soon found himself being half-dragged, half-carried towards the bathroom of his hotel room
he stammered your name as you pushed him into the bathroom and followed, locking the door behind you. you started the tub and let the water run until it was warm enough before plugging the drain.
he jumped when you turned on him, his back against the far wall. with your hands on your hips, you raised an eyebrow at him.
"what're you waiting for? clothes, off." you took a step towards him when he hesitated and he hurried in doing it himself, only stopping when he was in his underwear. "vash, lovebug, i've seen you naked countless times."
"this is different," he whined, watching as you picked up his clothes off the floor. "is this really necessary?"
you sat in front of the door, folding his clothes and setting them beside you. you nodded as you worked on his jacket, eyeing the bullet holes near the hem. after another moment, you turned off the faucet and returned to your spot, eyes on vash.
"get in the tub, vash. don't make me get up and put you in it myself," you warned, crossing your arms over your chest. he sighed and shed his boxers, kicking them in your direction before climbing into the tub. "thank you."
he slid down in the tub as far as he could, a content sigh coming from his lips as he slung his arms over the back of the tub. you scooted towards the edge of the tub, earning a smile from your lover as you sat there with him.
"did you want to join me?" he asked, gesturing to the tub but you shook your head. "no? are you sure, mayfly?"
"tempting, but this is time for you to relax," you said firmly, reaching over him to grab the shampoo. you put it beside you and start cupping water to dump onto his hair to wet it. "lean back, lovebug."
he does as you ask and you take some shampoo in your hands, lathering it up before running your fingers through his hair. vash hummed as your fingers gently scratched against his scalp as you worked the shampoo through all of his hair. you instructed him to wash it out as you unplugged the drain.
you handed him a towel and unlocked the door, carrying his clothes out and putting them on the dresser before sitting on the bed. vash followed, eyeing you as you pat the bed next to you.
"what?" vash questioned but he did as you asked, allowing you to guide him into laying on his stomach. "what's going on?"
you straddled his lower back, hands resting on his shoulders as you began to knead at the skin. vash shuddered under your touch and you smiled to yourself. your hands worked up and down his back, taking your time on the more tender and scarred areas of him. you admired every inch of vash, murmuring your adoration and making sure he knew you thought he was beautiful.
you hummed in response as vash quietly said your name and he turned his head to the side so he could look at you.
"thank you for pushing me to relax," he murmured, his voice getting heavy with sleep. "i really needed this."
"you did," you replied, slowly getting off of him to bring him some cozy clothes. "you need to take care of yourself, too, okay?"
vash mumbled some sort of response as you brought him his clothes. as he got dressed you changed into cozy clothes yourself, closing the window blinds and climbing into bed with your love. he curled up against you instantly as you pulled the covers over the two of you, his head resting on your chest and his arms around your waist.
"good night, lovebug," you whispered, your fingers running through his hair as his breathing evened out.
Are you writing for livio 👉🏻👈🏻 he’s so adorable and i know he’d be so gentle with reader 🥺
tugging at the heart - livio
words; 836
cw; mentions of ptsd, slight alteration of the events from trigun stampede
notes; omg this was probably one of my favorite pieces to write fr
masterlist | cross-posted to ao3
finding nicholas in the desert after being separated for so long had been euphoric in itself - being reunited with an old friend you thought you'd never see again was sweeter than you could've ever imagined. you were welcomed into his ragtag group of wanderers and your skills as a medic were greatly appreciated by all.
for the first time since you parted from your adoptive family, you found yourself to be content. so, when chaos broke out aboard the sand steamer, you were less than willing to follow wolfwood's orders.
"i'm not losing you, not again," you fought, standing your ground as you scooped up one of the guard's discarded guns.
nicholas went to argue with you but his annoyed expression quickly changed to one of sadness. you followed his gaze and your heart dropped at the sight of the man in front of you.
"livio," you whispered, lowering your gun even as he pointed his right at you. as he got closer, you felt tears welling up at the sight of him. "oh, livio, what did they do to you?"
you yelped as you were suddenly pulled behind some crates, the sound of gunfire also startling you. vash kept you behind him, eyeing the area.
"get them out of here, needle noggin," nicholas barked and vash looked back at you. "carry them, drag them, anything! you guys need to get out of here."
vash went to reach for your hand but you backed away, frowning at him. he shot you an apologetic look before lunging at you and wrapping an arm around your waist. he hoisted you over his shoulder with ease, ignoring your pleas and struggling as he carried you further away from the fight.
"vash, please," you begged, hitting at his back. "livio's important to me, too! let me go!"
vash set you down and stood in your way. "wolfwood asked me to do this and i've no reason to betray his trust, (name). i'm sorry."
you huffed, frantically looking for a way around him. suddenly, the ship tilted and your shoulder met the wall while vash tripped over his own two feet and fell backwards. you took this opening and leaped over him, taking off in a run back towards the observation deck.
"sorry, vash!" you called over your shoulder as he yelled your name. continuing on, you kept hidden as you closed in on wolfwood and livio.
the fight seemed to have died down and you noticed the way livio was toying with the magazine before reloading his gun. your eyes darted over to wolfwood and realized he had seen it as well. he pulled out his lighter and replicated the technique, the same one he had taught you and livio back at the orphanage.
something flickered in livio's otherwise blank gaze and you slowly made your way out of cover. you froze when his eyes snapped to you and you put the gun down, kicking it away before putting your hands up.
"vio," you said shakily, taking a step towards him, "whatever's going on in your head, you're stronger than that. i know you are."
you felt wolfwood's irritated glare on your back but he didn't say anything, instead using a vial to heal the wounds that had been inflicted on him.
"we missed you so much, vio," you continued, watching as his eyes softened as you came closer and closer. "remember how we all used to stay up on the roof to see the stars? we'd all get in so much trouble because we would fall asleep together and the headmistress would find us."
livio shook his head, groaning loudly as he seemed to fight whatever was trying to take control.
"you and nico would always sandwich me because i would always complain about how cold i was," you continued with a little laugh, nearing him. "but every time, we'd all make our own wishes on our favorite stars."
livio dropped to his knees, head hanging and you kneeled in front of him. cautiously, you reached your hands out to him and waited for him to react.
"c'mon, vio," you murmured, "come back to me."
you held your breath as he dropped his guns and looked up at you, tears in his eyes. he collapsed in your arms, heaving out a sob as you rubbed his back. you didn't budge as another pair of arms wrapped around the two of you, wolfwood's cheek resting atop your head.
after a couple of moments, livio pulled back and looked at you through tear-filled eyes and smiled. he reached out and cupped your face, his thumbs running over your cheekbones.
"(name)." his voice was barely above a whisper. "i'm so glad your face is the first i'm seeing."
you choked on your words, putting your hands over his as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours.
"i'm sorry i left you behind," he murmured and you squeezed your eyes shut. "we have so much to catch up on, don't we?"
please, don't go - romantic wolfwood + platonic sibling!vash
wc; 725
cw; near-death experience, guns, canon violence
note; a little more angsty than my usual works but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! any sort of criticism is always welcome <3
cross-posted to ao3
"c'mon, stay with me."
you groaned loudly as there was some pressure placed on your abdomen. you wanted to push whoever was on you away and curl up but you could barely move.
"(name), please, open your eyes," a soft voice pleaded somewhere to your right. vash. you didn't even realize your eyes were closed but you did as asked, squinting at the harsh sunlight. "okay, that's a start, good. okay. alright."
he was panicking. you slowly turned your head to look at him and attempted to give him a reassuring smile but he couldn't calm down while his eyes darted between yours and the blood gushing from the bullet wound in your stomach.
"where the hell is wolfwood with the bandages?" meryl cursed, doing her best to keep her hands steady as she kept applying pressure. "don't worry, (name), it's going to be okay. he should be back any second."
she had hastily added that last part when you looked around and realized that your lover was nowhere to be seen. your heart dropped when everything caught up to you all at once: the fight, pushing nicholas out of the way, taking the bullet that was meant for him.
"n-nico." you tried to sit up but the combination of vash, meryl, and the excruciating pain forced you to lay back down. "is he okay?"
"he's fine, (name)! healed and dandy like always," meryl promised you, holding a hand up to vash to try and calm his nerves. "like i said, he should be back any -"
"BANDAGES." you flinched as a door slammed open and hurried footsteps came towards you. "oh my god that's so much blood."
meryl grabbed the bandages from him and began to work on patching you up, muttering something under her breath. wolfwood settled on your left, frantic hands running through your hair.
"the hell were you thinking?" he asked and you shrugged. "you think yelling and tackling me was a good idea?"
"you're okay, are you not?" you prompted and he sighed. "then i'm fine with my decision."
"i'm not too happy about it," vash piped up but you waved him off.
nicholas pulled a handful of vials from the inside of his jacket, holding him up. "you see these? these mean bullets are pretty much useless against me, my star. which means all this -" he gestured to your bleeding body "- was heroic, yes, but not needed."
"totally necessary," you concluded. "i think i totally took that guy off guard, too. made it easier for you guys to beat him."
nicholas chuckled. "well, yeah, screaming like a lunatic would throw anyone off their groove."
meryl finally got off of you, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "you should be good for now, (name), until we can get to a medic so they can get the bullet out. just. . .keep laying there for a bit, okay? i really need to wash my hands."
"thanks, meryl," you called as she shuffled away. "vash, go make sure she gets some rest."
vash pouted. "but i - my sibling just got shot and now they're sending me away. what a life."
"i got them, needle noggin," wolfwood reassured. "you'll be the first i call for if anything happens."
"fine, fine." vash pushed himself to his feet and, after giving you one more look, followed meryl.
"so, are you going to start referring to me as your personal knight in shining armor?" you teased, earning you a laugh and a kiss on the forehead. "on a serious note: you know i'd do anything to keep you safe, right?"
nicholas hummed, his lips trailing chaste kisses down your face until they reached yours. it was like that kiss brought all the energy and life back to your body as you reached up and cradled his face, running your thumb over his cheek.
he pulled away slowly and you realized there were tears running down his face.
"nico -"
"i know you'll go to the ends of the planet for me," he whispered, voice cracking a little as he sniffled, "but please, my star, stay with me forever. don't die for my sake. we have so much we need to do, so much to see. promise me."
"i-i promise." you nodded, wiping his tears away. "i'm not going anywhere, nico. i belong here, right with you."
Could we get headcanons or a little drabble for vash meryl knives and nikc (separately) hearing their s/o singing for the first time? Maybe they are cleaning or doing something and mindlessly singing whatever song thats in their head and the crew is just stands there listening before making themselves known?
If not thats fine too! Thank youuuu 💕
the melody of love - vash, meryl, knives, wolfwood
word count; 1,090
warnings; none!
note; thank you all for your patience! i've finally gotten my hands on more free time and i was absolutely smitten with this idea! also: i have just requested to join ao3, so i do hope to have an account soon to post these works and other trigun / multifandom works if anyone is interested! i'll keep you all in the loop as to when i create it <3
i totally had the song "my muse" by owl city in mind when writing this(i think it works so well with knives' part tbh) so if you wish to listen to it while reading, be my guest but i didn't add any specific song within the piece so it can be flexible!
crossposted on ao3
VASH
you were kneeling in front of him, his prosthetic arm cradled gently in your lap as you tinkered with the mechanics. vash tried to focus on cleaning his gun but his eyes kept wandering over to you. he would murmur a reminder to watch your posture every now and then, to which you would hum in response as you straightened your back and rolled your shoulders.
as you became more engrossed in your work, you began to hum softly to yourself to fill the silence in the room. your hums gradually grew into quiet singing, your concentration fully turned to the joints of the fingers and how stiff they were.
vash, however, had completely lost track of where he was in his task as he watched you, admiring you and your voice. he didn't speak up even as you finished one song and moved onto another, relishing the sweet sound.
"alright, all do-" you stopped short as you found vash already staring at you when you looked up, a goofy smile on his face. "you alright, lovebug?"
vash nodded. "you have a beautiful singing voice, (name). could you sing for me more?"
you faltered as all the heat rushed to your face, mumbling to yourself as you reattached vash's arm to his body. you could feel his eyes on you as he awaited an answer even as you sat back down.
"please, my mayfly?"
shit.
you were always a sucker for the name let alone when he paired it with that innocent (but knowing) begging voice.
"fine," you caved, "but you can't tell anyone about this, you hear?"
MERYL
you were doing laundry in the latest motel the crew had found, neatly folding meryl's clothes as she was (supposedly) helping the boys plan for the next stretch of the journey. you hummed to yourself, getting lost in the repeated movement.
your hums gradually evolved into soft singing, so lost in your own world that you didn't hear meryl enter the laundry room. she leaned on the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched you sway to the sound of your own voice.
"you should sing more, my love," she piped up as you trailed off, laughing when your shoulders tensed. "you have a lovely voice."
you relaxed a bit as she sidled up to you, grabbing a shirt from the pile and folding it. you refused to look at her, the red tint of embarrassment still painting your face. she didn't say anything but instead began to hum a tune of her own.
reluctantly, you joined her and the laundry was soon forgotten as she took you in her arms and lead you in an impromptu dance around the room. you laughed as she spun you and you joined in on her antics, taking her by surprise by dipping her.
"you always find a way to make me fall more and more in love with you," meryl teased as you slowly pulled her back up, one of her hands cradling your face while the other gripped your bicep. "please sing for me more often, my love."
"only for you," you promised, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers.
WOLFWOOD
you swore he was asleep.
with how much wolfwood teased you already, the last thing you wanted to do was give him more things to poke at you for. he was relentless as is but you figured he would have to run out of material sooner or later.
with a book in one hand and the other tangled in your boyfriend's hair with his head in your lap, you were quietly singing the song on your mind as you read. your breath caught in your throat when your eyes drifted from the book to see nicholas watching you out of the corner of his eye, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"you jerk," you muttered, pulling your hand away from his hair. "you could've told me you were awake."
nicholas moved from your lap to his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he yawned. "then i wouldn't have heard you sing that song."
you tried to keep your focus on your book, preparing for him to start making fun of your voice or something but he reached over and plucked the book from your hands.
"hey!" you protested as he tossed it onto the bedside table. as you reached over him, he took your arm and pulled you down into him, encasing you in his arms. "nico!"
"let me hear that beautiful voice again, my star."
you stopped struggling with him and pressed your lips in a tight line, warmth spreading through your cheeks.
"you're not going to make fun of me?" you asked and nicholas chuckled. "i knew it!"
"my star, you and i both know my teasing is only an indicator of my love for you." you were stunned into silence so he continued, "now, please, can you sing that song for me again?"
KNIVES
given that the only time you could really find privacy with knives was in his piano room, you spent a lot of time surrounded by music and the pieces he would make.
between grandiose and simplistic, most you ended up committing to memory with how many times you heard them. you loved watching him come up with new things to play and seeing the creative side of knives shine.
one particular melody, a simple one that was sweeter on the ears, was one he kept playing more frequently to the point where your mind would start to try and put words to it. curled up in a nearby chair with notebook in hand, you experimented with sets of lyrics to pair with his playing.
after writing a few verses, you would quietly sing them to yourself to get the feel of them before you would start the next verse or start over.
"i like that line, sunshine. keep that one," knives piped up, his fingers still dancing over the keys. you froze and stared at him with wide eyes. "what's the next line?"
"i-i don't know," you stammered, your hands gripping the notebook tightly. "haven't thought that far."
the melody was at it's softest at this point and knives was looking at you with a small smile. you blushed at the sight, always over the moon to be the one who gets to see this side of knives.
"c'mere." he patted the spot on the bench next to him. "let's come up with something together."
you joined him silently and he took your notebook, placing it next to the sheets of music in front of you. he nudged your shoulder encouragingly before starting over, listening as you started from the beginning.
as you reached the end of your lyrics, you noticed knives was humming along.
"you really have a gift, sunshine," he commented as he continued. "i can't wait to hear it when it's finished."
Hey hey! I just happened to stumble upon your blog and I was pleasantly surprised. I saw your requests were open and it would be lovely to see more Knives content. Normally I’m Vash obsessed but recently….Knives has caught my eye. But my request, what sweet and romantic things would he say to the reader? Would he say dramatic things and give them the universe if he could, or would he be subtly sweet and let the littlest things speak? I’d like to know your thoughts!
Also side question? Do you write nsfw content? If you don’t that is completely ok! I would just like to know for future requests so I don’t ask anything that you’re not comfortable with. Thank you and have a wonderful day/night!
sweet nothings + knives
word count; 247
warnings; awkwardness at its finest!
note; to answer your question, anon, i do write nsfw! i am trying to get better at it at least haha. on the other hand, i do appreciate all of you guys being so patient with me! i'm very close to graduating and having more free time, so i will be able to upload more consistently soon! please take this little blurb of an idea as an apology <3
cross-posted to ao3
knives would always love to catch you off guard whenever he had something to say to you
he would often come up behind you, lean down and murmur right in your ear
the way you would shiver or lean back into him made his heart race, though he would never outright admit it
"you put the stars to shame", "if you were to say the word, the galaxies would be ours", things like that
the lil shit definitely knew how to get your heart pounding
it didn't matter who was around when he spoke his heart to you, nobody dared to pay mind to it in fear they would feel his wrath
these sweet gestures hit even harder when you two were in private, however
as much as he was oblivious to most things regarding human emotion, it seems like his timing was impeccable when it came to saying the right things at the right time
you'd just be waking up, sleep still plaguing your body when you'd feel him press a kiss to your temple
"good morning, my sunshine."
you would be sitting on the counter as you got ready for the day, leaning close to the mirror
"what're you staring at?" you wouldn't even turn to face him, just lock eyes in the mirror
"you, obviously. i can't admire my lovely partner now?"
in the heart of the base, studying the red plants
"the paradise i wish to build, it would be incomplete without you."
Hehehe because of the vash cuddle headcanons, i wanna see what you think knives’ cuddle tendencies would be, if he has any! He is almost the opposite of vash so id like to see what he would be like with affection and cuddling!
Fank you!
knives + his cuddle tendencies
word count; 366
warnings; trauma, ptsd
note; this was an interesting idea, i had a lot of fun taking my own spin on the idea!! i'm glad that many of you are enjoying my writing, it means the world to me!! tysm anon for requesting <3
cross-posted to ao3
knives was never the type to accept affection
he was more of a reject all of it, thrive on your own kind of guy
though deep down, that may have been a defense mechanism for shielding himself from ever being hurt again
ever since he and vash had stumbled upon tesla, a part of him was locked away to prevent himself from ever showing any vulnerability
you were determined, however, to show him that - among the right people - he could let that part show when he was ready to
you wanted him to know he was safe and loved, that not everyone was out to hurt him
in the privacy of your room, you offered to find ways that would make him more comfortable
he agreed, albeit hesitant, and asked what you had in mind
you gave him the whole spiel on different love languages and how everyone had their own
at the mention of physical touch, you saw him shrink a bit and quickly changed the subject
you offered the possibility of quality time and explained how that could be fulfilled
knives seemed to enjoy that one above the rest and you were happy to have taken some steps with him
he assured you that if physical touch were to be your love language, he would do his best to fulfill your needs but just simply asked for your patience
you agreed wholeheartedly and told him how much you appreciated his willingness to learn and be open
after having that conversation, you both started trying out new forms of affection
you would sit in with him while he played piano or while he was talking to the doctor about their plans, doing your own thing, and he truly appreciated your presence
as time went on, he became more comfortable with asking you to sit with him at the piano and guiding your head to rest on his shoulder or even going as far as to stand behind you to guide your hands along the keys while he explained the piece he was teaching you
while it wasn't cuddles or anything like that, just those gestures and the closeness filled you with adoration for the man
Could you please write something where reader has feelings for Vash but thinks he’s in love with Meryl. And though they feel a bit sad they try to help him, seeing as they think they both deserve the world. For Vash, he just takes this as an opportunity to spend time with them and take notes from them. When it finally comes to it, they tell him, he should confess when he’s ready. Only for him to turn and confess his love for them! Thank you!
misplaced beliefs
word count; 1031
warnings; jealousy (mild)
notes; ooo we love a little subversion, especially one that works in our favor am i right? haha but i do appreciate all your requests, thank you for keeping my creative mind going!! <3
cross-posted to ao3
“hey, (name), what do you do when you get this weird feeling in your stomach and chest when you see someone?”
your heart dropped almost as fast as you dropped your fork, a piece of waffle falling to the floor. vash looked at your shell shocked face with a raised eyebrow, concerned at your reaction to his question.
"are you okay?" vash followed up as you collected yourself, snagging the fork off the floor and putting it off to the side.
"no, yeah, totally fine," you reassured. "so, let me get this straight: you've got a crush?"
vash scratched at his temple. "i guess so. got any ideas on what i should do?"
you leaned your elbows on the table, fighting down the venomous feelings that threatened to spill out of your mouth as you said, "well, if you're trying to confront them about these feelings, you gotta time it correctly."
"aim for something more on the intimate side, i'm sure they'll love having some sort of private, thoughtful confession," you continued as he silently nodded. "you just gotta be upfront, honest, and hope for the best."
"upfront, honest, hope for the best," vash echoed thoughtfully as he stood from the table. "thank you, (name), i really appreciate your input. i'm going to go talk to meryl and the rest about the next stretch of driving, i'll catch you later!"
you responded with a quiet 'yeah' and vash ruffled your hair as he passed by on his way out of your room. as soon as your door closed, you sighed and pushed your food away before heading over to your bed and flopping down.
staring at the ceiling, your mind raced on how exactly vash planned to confess to meryl. your chest tightened at the thoughts of how he could hold her hands in his, look at her with those beautiful eyes of his, and tell her how much he cared for her.
you wanted to be happy for your friends, you really did, but the claws of jealousy dug deep into your heart at the idea of vash having these feelings for meryl when you desperately wished it was you.
"(name)? it's time to go!"
meryl's chipper voice accompanied by the quick knock at your door stirred you from your thoughts. you sat up and looked out the window, surprised to see the sun beginning to dip.
"alright, i'm coming," you called back as she knocked again, pushing yourself out of the bed and discarding the cold waffles before grabbing your belongings and trudging out to the car.
"here, let me grab that." vash took your suitcase from you and secured it to the top of the van while you wordlessly climbed into the backseat, keeping your gaze out the window as everyone got into their spots.
the drive was quiet, which wasn't out of the ordinary. wolfwood and vash slept, the blonde's head resting on your shoulder as per usual. meryl and roberto talked in hushed tones and the radio broadcasted quietly. you would steal glances at vash but spent most of the time watching the desert speed by, passing time by counting wanderers you spotted until meryl stopped the car.
"alright, let's set up camp before it gets too dark," she announced, waking the two men. "vash and (name), it's your turn to stay in the car tonight."
you hummed and got out quickly, a pang of regret striking you as you let vash's head fall forward too quickly. he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, watching you as you started to help roberto unload the sleeping gear. as soon as everything was set up and the fire was started, you headed back to the car and settled on the roof of it, staring up into the starry sky.
"so." oblivious as ever, vash joined you, laying right next to you and crossing his arms behind his head. "you think now is a good time to confess to someone? like, do i just -"
"i don't really care, vash," you interrupted, your tone a bit harsher than you had intended it to be. "i'm sure she'd love to hear you tell her how much you love her at any given time."
the silence that you were met with made your heart sink and you instantly felt awful for snapping at him like that.
"look, vash, i'm sorry." you sat up but still refused to look at him, still a bit apprehensive. "i guess i just, i don't know. yeah. now would be a great time."
"i'm in love with you."
you nodded, eyes still looking at the stars to hold back your tears, "yeah, just like that. honest and upfront. so go on, go tell meryl and -"
"meryl?" vash sat up quickly, putting two and two together. "oh, (name), this was never about meryl."
you blinked and finally looked at him, tears rolling down your cheeks. "what do you mean this was never about meryl?"
"(name), i'm in love with you," vash stressed the last word, reaching towrds you and brushing the tears away from your face. "is this why you've been so out of it?"
you laughed. "out of it? you slept the entire car ride and this is the first time we're talking since this morning, you dork. i'll admit i was a bit jealous, yes, but can we circle back to the whole confession you just dropped on me?"
"what about it?" vash questioned, his hand resting on your face. "did i do it right at least?"
"i dunno," you teased, scooching closer to him until your noses brushed with how close you got. "do you think you did it right?"
"w-well." vash swallowed but didn't dare to move an inch. "i was upfront and honest, just like you said, and -"
you swiftly pressed your lips to his, effectively taking him by surprise. vash practically melted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kept him close, even as you pulled back and pressed your forehead to his.
"you did it just right," you assured. "c'mon, let's get some rest. today's been a little exhausting with the emotional rollercoaster i've been on."
Could we get some headcanons for vash, nick, and knives and what pet names they use for their s/o and how they would use them? Like in what situations they would use them? And what their s/o would call them in return?
Thank you 🫶🏻
the boys & their nicknames for their significant other
word count; 896
warnings; none, this is just some sweet stuff to alleviate the constant trauma our boys (and subsequently, we enjoyers) go through
note; i am such a damn sucker for cute nicknames, so this request was super fun to write!! tysm for requesting, i truly appreciate it <3 so sorry for the lack of things, covid has been kicking my butt lately on top of college ;-;
cross-posted to ao3
VASH
mayfly + lovebug
to make up for the lack of pda, vash makes sure you know how he cares by the way he calls for you
as soon as it starts, your real name is out the window and you're only to be called by the pet name he bestowed on you
you love the way it rolls off his tongue, like it was meant for you
started as a private thing as vash prefers to keep his love life under wraps but eventually became something he was proud to use in public amongst those he trusted
"good morning, mayfly."
you stretched the sleep out of your joints, blinking to adjust to the bright sunlight. vash had himself propped up on his forearms, twirling your hair around his fingers gently.
"sleep well?" he asked as you turned on your side to face him. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead as you nodded. "good. we don't have to leave for another hour or so, wanna snuggle?"
you responded by pulling him closer to you, burying your face in his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers lazily drawing shapes into your back.
"how'd you sleep, lovebug?" you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.
vash grinned. "lovebug, hm? that's new."
you shrugged and readjusted, looking up at him. "well i thought with mayfly i needed to come up with something similar."
"fair enough, i like it." vash chuckled. "very creative. i slept okay, had a weird dream though."
"is that so? tell me all about it."
WOLFWOOD
my star + handsome
you never took wolfwood to take to romance or any of the cheesy aspects of being in a relationship
however, being a man who wasn't given any real love growing up, he craved it more than anything
of course, he'd never show it to the other three, so things like nicknames were saved solely for time between the two of you
you savored those times, enjoying the softer side of the undertaker
he would tell you how there were billions of stars in the sky yet only you were his, the brightest and most dazzling in his eyes
you pounded on the bathroom door, fed up. "c'mon, princess, i'm sure you look amazing now open the damn door!"
the door swung open and nicholas, hair still wet and messy, gave you the coldest stare behind his sunglasses.
"the hell did you just call me?" he asked, blocking you from moving past him. "no, no, no. you've never called me any sort of name before and now you just -"
"i'll keep calling you it if you don't let me use the damn bathroom," you snapped back, grabbing his arm and literally pulling him out of the bathroom. "thank you!"
coming out of the bathroom after finishing your business, you held back a laugh when you found nicholas sitting on the edge of the bed with his lips pressed into a tight frown. you flopped on the bed next to him, pulling him down with you.
"oh my gosh." you laughed as he turned away from you with a small 'hmph'. "c'mere, handsome."
instantly, he melted into your embrace, clearly much more pleased with the new nickname.
"that's better," he murmured.
"you're such a big softie," you chided playfully, brushing his hair from his face. "never change, okay?"
"yes, my star."
KNIVES
sunshine + sweetheart
if you thought it would take knives forever to even acknowledge the feelings you two shared, just imagine how long it took for him to take up on any sort of romantic gesture
you were at the helm in this voyage, showing him acts of affection first to egg him on
quickly you both learned he wasn't the biggest on physical touch but definitely enjoyed the whole concept of nicknames, something that made you stand above the rest even more to him
despite that, he found himself fighting on what he thought would fit you perfectly
you had cycled through the generic ones (babe, baby, etc.) but decided that sweetheart was the winner the way a goofy, almost childlike smile appeared on his face when you called him it the first time
knives refused any help on coming up with your nickname, demanding he figure it out himself
"i've got it!"
your head snapped up from your book as the piano playing suddenly ceased and knives stood, knocking the bench over at his abrupt movement.
"are you alright, sweetheart?" you asked, pushing yourself up out of your chair and heading towards him. he met you halfway, taking your hands in his excitedly. "what's going on in that head of yours?"
"you're my sunshine, (name)."
he had said it so happily, staring right in your eyes as he declared his newly thought of nickname. you felt your heart race at the simple gesture and the look on his face, basking in the joy that radiated off of him.
"i love it." your hands moved from his up to cradle his face. "what made you think of sunshine?"
knives leaned into your hand, proud of himself. "you just. . .you light up my life. you're so warm and caring, it's like you're if sunshine was a human."
your heart swelled at his kind words, this soft and sweet side of knives - albeit rare - was something you treasured and would always hold close to your heart.
Can u do an imagine w/ Wolfwood, who thakes a bath w his s/o, with them washing each other's hair, massaging each other, and seeking comfort among them (it can have a little teasing if u want ;))
let your worries wash away (18+ minors dni)
word count; 817
warnings; only safe-ish for work so minors dni pls <3
notes; my first attempt at writing something on the more explicit end and it gets to be my man?? ty gods and anon for this request <3 for the sake of my writing, i'm going to make this a fem reader insert!
cross-posted to ao3
you wasted no time in taking advantage of the privacy the inn gave you, immediately tossing your belongings aside and heading for the bath. imagining the feeling of cool, inviting water had you bouncing on the balls of your feet as you turned on the faucet and plugged the tub, allowing water to accumulate.
you hastily discarded your clothes as soon as the water was at your desired height, kicking them towards the door and easing into the tub. a pleased sigh that had sat at the back of your throat for far too long slipped past your lips as you sunk down, your eyes closing in sheer bliss.
you heard the door to your room open and close followed by the familiar gentle thunk of a certain undertaker's cross being propped up on the wall.
"care to join me?" you called, opening your eyes and leaning over the edge of the tub. "the water feels real nice, nico!"
"i'm coming, i'm comin'," he replied, shuffling towards the bathroom. he kicked his shoes off as he walked, his jacket and shirt getting tossed onto the bed. "don't wanna be too long, i'm real tired. okay?"
"mmhmm," you hummed, watching closely as your lover shed the rest of his clothes and climbed in behind you. you leaned back into his chest and relaxed as his hands ran up your thighs and rested on your stomach. "this is nice."
wolfwood put his chin on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck. you giggled and turned your head, craning it a bit so you were able to lock lips with him. soon, you turned your whole body so you were straddling the man while never breaking the kiss. a mere, simple kiss slowly devolved into frantic touching, grabbing, moaning into each other's mouths.
wolfwood's mouth strayed from yours, pressing adoring kisses down your collarbone to your breasts while his hands grabbed at your hips then slid down to your ass to lift you up a bit more. you inhaled sharply as your nipples stiffened at the contact of the cold air only for one of them to be swallowed by his tongue. he stared up at you, doe-eyed, as you clawed at his hair and threw your head back at the pleasure that coursed through your body.
"n-nico," you gasped and he swore to all the gods he could think of that you were the most beautiful thing in all the galaxies that could ever exist.
with an audible pop, he released one nipple and went straight for the other, unleashing a whole new wave of mewls and moans from you as one hand came up to grab your jaw and force you to look at him, to look him dead in the eyes as the pleasure he made you feel contorted your features.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured into your skin, slowly pulling back and resting his cheek on your sternum. your heart was beating so fast he almost couldn't detect the rhythm. "c'mere, let's get you all washed up."
you hummed, still drunk with pleasure, as wolfwood maneuvered you so your back was against his chest. he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered some between his hands before running his fingers through your hair and gently scratching at your scalp. after finishing he had you lie back, helping you rinse the soap out of your hair.
"your turn!" you turned on him excitedly and he laughed at your starry-eyed expression. "why don't i give you a bit of a teaser on what to expect tonight?"
he slung his arms over the back of the tub, intrigued, and you swear you almost melted and thought about taking him on the bathroom floor.
"by all means, my star," he prompted and you took some of the body wash, motioning for him to sit up. "bossy, are we?"
you nodded. "c'mon, pretty boy. how 'm i supposed to worship a body i can't even see properly?"
you swear, for just a second, you see his eyes widen in surprise before his normal, cocky expression reappears as he sits up a bit more. you wasted no time in lathering up his chest and then move up to his shoulders, pressing your chest to his as you work diligently on the sore muscles.
"feel good?" you murmured into his ear as he threw his head back. "i only aim to please you."
"you're doin' a wonderful job," he replied, groaning as you readjusted yourself. "i know you know what you're doing."
"do i?" you asked innocently, leaning down and sucking gently on the spot just underneath his jaw. you smiled against his skin as his hands gripped under your thighs as he stood up. "ready for more?"
"you said you aim to please." his voice was lower, coated in lust. "let's see what exactly you have in store."
