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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun Maximum (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Vash the Stampede Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryfe Additional Tags: Dirty Talk, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Nicholas D. Wolfwood, bottom vash the stampede, they're horny ur honour, Songfic, oh trimax vashwood my beloved, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Inspired by Music, Light Angst, no beta we are dying like trimax wolfwood Summary:

— the names of the chapters are mostly named after songs from musical notre dam de paris

— ok ok listen wolfwood who is actually wearing catholic priest clothes

— lots of plot and smut, something funny and action

— character's behaviour is mixed cuz I would like to mix it from all adaptations somehow we will see about that (for example I like vash's appearance from manga but I would like him to be more like badlands rumble vash and wolfwood from trigun: maximum)

I think I want to know someone's opinion, because I can't choose:

1. full harry potter setting

2. triwizard competition that somehow implied in og manga

olruggio and qifrey won't know each other at the start of the fic and even have plans for some rivalry just a bit.

heeeeeeelp!

Dirty Diana

Wolfwood's cigarette burns down to the filter. He doesn't reach for another.

"You shouldn't be here," he says. The words come out flat. He's not sure if he means the balcony or the town or the space beside him that's become the only place his lungs remember how to work.

Vash doesn't move. "Neither should you."

"I'm here for a drink." Wolfwood gestures vaguely toward the room he's supposed to be in, the one with the empty bottles he lined up on the nightstand and didn't touch. "Thirsty."

"I'm here for the air." Vash's voice is light, almost playful. The same voice he uses with Meryl when he's hiding something. The same voice used this afternoon, right after he pulled the trigger.

Wolfwood huffs a laugh. It comes out dark, scraped raw somewhere deep in his chest. "Liar."

Vash turns his head. Even with the glasses, Wolfwood can feel the weight of his gaze. The line of hus mouth isn't smiling anymore.

"So are you."

The word hangs between them. Wolfwood could deny it. He could light another cigarette, make a joke, retreat back to his room and pretend the last thirty seconds never happened. That's what they do. That's the dance. They circle each other, feint and parry, and neither of them ever lands the blow that would end it.