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this is one thing vash cannot provide you, one thing he will not protect you from. he can give you everything but what you seek in this stranger. touch—unbridled from the leather of his glove or the metal of his arm. connection—human skin on yours. open desire—unashamed in the crowded bar, not cloyed by fear or guilt or an undeserving, foreign core.

the stranger, emboldened, crowds closer and you bloom carefully, subtly, like the most beautiful flower vash starts to recall from a lifetime ago. it returns to him in fragments. the delicate red petals—swathes of colour against the sterile backdrop of his spaceship, now swipes of light in a dim, crowded bar. sweet smells and tempting fragility.

above the raucous laughter of drunken patrons, vash thinks he hears your honeyed-laugh, low and guarded and warm. so warm. maybe he's imagining it. playing a sound he knows intimately, allowing himself to pretend it's meant for him even when you laugh once more at words the stranger must say, your knee brushing theirs playfully.

vash tips back his drink, drains the dregs, and lets his system flush the alcohol from him before it can dull his mind. the action is learned—from you, from wolfwood, from meryl and milly. to finish a drink quickly and chase the relief that follows. it is another part of him that has become human. he does not resent it, but the hope it grows inside his heart is most devastating.

the stranger's fingers slide down your forearm, your wrist, your palm, until they're tangled in yours between one blink and the next. a murmured question, an answering nod, a brief flash of your gaze to vash—slightly giddy, saying i'll be back soon—and you're led from the bar out into the night.

The fact that repeatedly they tell fans "if you got into Trigun through our show, then please go read the manga too" and express how they love the original material, even how exciting it was to speak with Nightow about the manga shows they truly do love this series. They never wanted to replace the original story, they wanted their show to bring a new take to the story and introduce more people to Trigun. They dared to do something rarely seen in anime, that is more common with western adaptations, where they didn't do a one-to-one adaptation and instead sought to remix and engage with the original story in a new way as fans of the material.

But on some nights, Vash is uncharacteristically quiet. He drifts to sleep with clammy skin and a forlorn "goodnight". At this point you know you're in it for the long haul. Vash sleepwalks on those nights. Every. Single. Time.

Sometimes, Vash leaps out of bed in an unconscious frenzy. Rummaging. Restless. Tearing up the room. When you call his name, he doesn't stop, doesn't seem to even know you're there. He mutters to himself. Repeating the names of people he's lost. Over and over again, like a haunting, broken mantra. And then, on the worst nights, Vash sobs, confessing the devastating feelings he'd never reveal to another living soul. Shattering that smiling mask he wears each and every day. Right before your very eyes.

"Rem...Rem...should I have even been born?"

And- Vash choosing to kill legato (at least in the manga) isn’t treated as this lesson about how his morals are pointless and that killing is necessary, instead it’s treated as a tragedy

Vash mourns the fact that he couldn’t find another way to deal with legato and he mourns himself and the fact that the one thing he was clinging to the one choice he felt he had was taken away

And his friends mourn with him! They are absolutely heartbroken that hes had to do this

Vash the Stampede x Reader

Another draft for the fanfic I wanted to try writing down. Again not edited bc I am still at work just writing down ideas. This time Imma split it in two parts tho, one focusing on exploring readers own defensiv strategies while also bonding with our beloved ex insurance worker and now reporter Meryl :3

The second part is again some fluff with Vash obviously and I might also trow in some Wolfwood and or Roberto interactions for the sake of writing them.

I still need to do more researche and draw more concepts for this fanfic to actually start so imma just bomb you with scenarious that I might or might not will later trow in the real book. Also yes I will probebly trow in isekai reader but thats just an idea for now

Enjoy!

The tension in the air was almost suffocating. The room was painfully silent aside from the faint sobbing of children and their mothers trying calm them down, voice trembling in fear.

Y/N knew this scenario more than she did like to. The bandits that held the bank hostage that she and Merly entered some hours ago were having an heated argument in back of the room while the other hostages nerves were tested at the fearful image that was infront them. The bandits had shot one of their own comrades that didn’t want to share with them and now was laying dead in his own puddle of blood.

Human brains worked the same no matter which dimension they were in. It didn’t matter if it was on Earth or here on Gunsmokes Criminals were always mentally scared beeings, so if stressed some tended to use the only form of problem solving they knew.

That just happened to be violance.

Back at home before she crashed the dessert here some weeks prior she was studying exactly that, using her observant nature and her deep interest in crime to become a profiler.

In a world where Guns and Violance was dominating the planet having the abilitys she possesed, analyzing heavior and seeing the patterns while also manipulating people to let her be, that was her ultimate weapon to stay alive. since the only other weapon she had was a metalic pipe and that barely worked against a fully armed bandits.

She stayed silent most of the event, looking around and calmly observing her surroundings. Originally there were three bandits. Two dominat ones and one subbmissiv guy. Right as they started this whole trouble she knew from experience some shit would eventually go down since most of the time criminals only could operate in groups with one dominat member that so happen to have submissiv sidekicks, so seeing the two man bicker over the leader role already set of the alarm bells in her mind.

Meryl meanwhile was also surprisingly calm, or at least she tried to be. The reporter wasn’t used to beeing in the middle of conflict. Since she joined Roberto, Vash had always been the center of attetion which made it a bit easier for her to stay back and have less stress. But Vash wasn’t here and she was stuck with the only other person on this god forsaken planet that was similar a danger magnet than the blond man himself.

But that didn’t stop her from keeping herself cool. Seemingly more nervous than her partner beside her but still in a better mental state than the other hostages. For Vash for this matter, who was outside with Roberto and wolfwood. The trio hid in a alleyway near the bank, carefully watching the sheriff and the bankers wife talk about the situation. The blond man was basically a nervous wreck and blamed himself for the capture. Telling himself he should have gone with the two girls or at least get inside to save there asses. But he didn’t let that get through, while his anxious side was bascially ripping his brain apart the gunslinger and rational side of him was already working on a plan.

Y/N didn’t exactly know that but she predicted that he would do something like that. He cared for people too much to just let a hostage happen under his watch. But she knew as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t put all the afford on getting them out on the boys. Which is why she already had an idea.

Prior to them walking off to the bank Roberto gave Meryl one of his darengers, which she thankfully had hidden so good in her coat that as the bandits demanded all weapons to be given to them they couldn’t find one on her. And since she was the only one currently possesing a weapon it was her job to take out the leader while she herself took the side kick.

The screaming of the leader become loud and obnoxious enough that he had all the attetion of the room, so she could whisper to merly without anyone noticing.

“I think I got a plan” she whispered as her eyes were locked on the duo. “You think? What are we supposed to do its two armed gigants against us” she hissed silently in the (h/cs)nettes ears. Y/N hummed agreeing as answer as her eyes roamed the area. “You still have the gun Roberto gave you right” her voice dropping almost inaudible as the word gun rolled of her tongue, playing even more save no one would notice their conversation. Meryl softly nodded before Y/N spoke up again. “When I give you a signal you shoot the gun out of the bigger guys hand. Try not to aim for his fatal spots until really necessary. I take care of the second one…” she laughed air and soundless before looking at me. “He also has a gun how do you want to do that?! As soon as I hurt his boss we are swiss cheese!”

Carefully observing the smaller man as he started to nervously chew on his fingers she smirked. The gun in his hands he held firmly but his finger never was even near the trigger. He flinched every time his boss was pointing at one if the hostages when he spilled empty threats and ealier as he shoot the other bandit he couldnt even look at the corpse.

“That is gonna be childsplay trust me”

-

It didn´t take long until the argument had finally stopped and the bandits attetion was back at their hostages presence. No one dared to move. They didnt need to rope them up since all of the people were scared, scared too shitless to even try to resist. Most silently sobbed, some prayed, others sat in their corners and accepted their envidible doom and Meryl and Y/N meanwhile had gotten their hands on one of the belongings of the bankers inside. Working in a bank all day takes a lot of time and nerves since its takes full concentration out of someone to carefully count money and take care of the safes in the back. So it wasnt surprising one of them had empty bottles laying around. Collecting laying around juck was less noticable than for example asking the staff memembers for say cigerettes and lighters. It wasnt much but it was enough to cause the bandits to panic. The leader kicked one of the workers in the face as he held his gun to the poor mans head. “you useless fucks are even less worth than the little to no cash you have laying around in this bullshit bank! Not even the Sheriff wants to pay for your pathetic asses! Fucking useless shits!” he growled in rage as the banker cried and plead for his life. “Please..Please! I have a wife and children at home! Please do..don’t kill me” he maniged to croak out between sobs. The Bandit puts his finger on the trigger and grinned, in a widely spread and digusting smile. His eyes were could and his eyebrows twitched in amusment. He was getting a kick out of seeing the mans fear, begging him to not pull the trigger. Y/N knew that face and she cursed silently in her head. The man didn’t care for the money anymore. After killing his teammate he started to get a kick out of it.

He started to like killing people.

“fuck it” the girl growled digusted before jumping up, carefully having moved to the blind spot carefully over the past minutes, before trowing the bottle as hard as she could at the back of the leaders head, stunning him for a second as Meryl dashed forward and shot right trough the hand that was holding the gun. A loud and painful cut trough the silence as blood spat everywhere, leaving the mans head mangled and impaled as the reporter takled his screaming form to the ground and took his gun. Holding both the deringer and the mans own gun to his head, hissing in his hear to stay down or else he would have two more holes in his head to speak shit out from. The other robber meanwhile started to panic and point his gun at her friends head. “Get….get of….off him or else…else I will shoot!” he stuttered out. His eyes were wide and fearful but also paniced. Y/N meanwhile walked slowly between them. Having the gun of the panicking robber pressed against her forhead. As she calmly smiled. Her calm starring made him seemingly shake more, having the finger on the trigger non stop as he blabbeled more nonsense, trying to threath her. But it was barely understandble english since his stuttering made him almost mess up every word. If she didn´t knew better he almost looked like beeing moments away from having a panic attack. Shaking, heavy and unsteady breating, increased heartbeat and blurred vision by tears.

Yeah she knew all this systems all too well from her time back home.

Meryl seemed also to sweat, becoming more nervous for her friends safety as she carefully held the man down, recalling her words from ealier. “childsplay? you are insane!” She chuckled as she smiled at her “maybe you need to be a little insane to survive here. Ok listen I will stun the leader so you can get a good aim for his hand and dash to hold him down. And no matter what you hear, concentrate on holding the guy down and don’t turn around to me, ok?”

She swallowed hard as she mumbled “you are so fucked up” clenching her eyes shut as she forced herself to concentrate fully on holding the guy down, not looking if her friend would soon be silenced as a shoot would ring.

But it never came. The nervous mumbling of the bandit was interupted by a cutting, clear and cocky sounding. “you won´t shoot me, you don’t have the guts to do soo”

The gun fell from his almost forcefully shaking hands, right before the cocky grinning Y/N grabbed him and pulled him forwards. Punching him right in the face, covering her fist with lots of his blood, probebly breaking his nose, before his limp body hit the ground.

May I suggest…a thing? Take it a step further…? Maybe they’re in a dangerous city and Vash is being super cautious, watchful.

His companion steps close for safety, keeps an eye out for what’s behind him. And he’s got his hand on their lower back, fingers spread. His eyes are focused ahead, razor sharp, and you’d think this is all just for protection, but then companion turns and lets their lips ever so slightly brush against Vash’s jaw in the process.

Vash doesn’t falter in his watchful gaze, but his hand presses a little closer.

Just. It’s there but they’d rather die before actually giving the connection a name yet.

ooooooh nonnie it's so good ahah i didn't know what to add to it cause it's kind of a complete scenario in my eyes already, so i just concentrated of writing protective vash hehehe 😈 i left enough yearning though, hopefully. Warnings: none, g/n reader Word count: 786 Protective Vash and yearning touches

The main road of the town you’ve been wandering about narrows into an alley before either of you realize it.

One turn too quick, one wrong step off the main drag, and suddenly the background town’s noises fade. It's quiet here. Too quiet.

Vash stops first.

You catch the shift in him even before his hand rises - fingers curling around your arm in a silent signal: halt. You freeze beside him, heart picking up, eyes scanning.

This isn't an alley for shortcuts or missed turns. This is an alley where people disappear.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” he murmurs, quiet and dry.

An easier to use list for all the kiss prompts for Trigun that I'm going to repost. One of my favorite little series, was 24 Kisses. It turned into 26 kisses where one prompt had two blurbs and well a friend gave me an idea for the final one...

A kiss hello

A kiss where it hurts

A kiss where it no longer hurts

A desperate kiss

A jealous kiss

an angry kiss

an accidental kiss

A kiss not on the lips

A protective kiss

A joyful kiss

A kiss on a place of insecurity

A kiss in the rain

A kiss in the snow

A kiss in the car

A kiss to regret

An upsidedown kiss

A kiss to annoy

A kiss to deceive

A kiss to shut them up

A gentle kiss

A gentle kiss 2

A drunk kiss

A passionate kiss

A platonic Kiss

A kiss goodbye

A Kiss on the D-

So, I've been thinking about one of the details in Trigun: Stampede that was not present in either '98 or the manga. In '98, Knives just hacking into the SEEDS codes was left as-is. He walked up to Captain Joey and shot him and apparently took his pilot's seat. Did the Captain have the navigation open at the time? Was it closed and Knives had to do some hacking? Anyway, there, he did it on his own. Now, in Trigun Maximum, which treats Vash and Knives' childhood differently (just Rem there raising them), there is a foreshadowing of what is to come. In Volume 6, Rem is depicted waking up to an emergency signal in the middle of her sleeping-hours. (Aw, she sleeps in her regular clothes, mom-jeans and all...). Panicked, she yells at Knives for him and Vash to lock themselves in their rooms and not to come out or speak up for ANY reason, even if they hear voices outside. She tries to handle the situation, but it goes from bad to worse and the automatic crew-wakening protocol goes into effect, which she is very concerned about (for reasons that we who have read the manga know about)!

For anyone who may be interested, I took photos of almost the entire Trigun Exhibit in Japan this year. I tried my best to get clear shots of everything. There's some really awesome and inspiring images in here. All images are on this imgur gallery

Sometimes when I write these posts, I have a fully-formed analysis in place with at least half a dozen citations. And sometimes I'm just throwing half-cooked spaghetti at the wall to see if anything coherent comes out of it.

I'm not actually going to start with the lady of the hour, though. Rather, I'm going to start with Knives. His Stampede version specifically.

You don't necessarily have to read Knives in Stampede as having incestuous desire for his brother, but as long as it is something that can easily be considered, it works to highlight a relationship that has been 'corrupted' so to speak. Knives loves his brother, but he has not been in direct contact with Vash for over a century. A century of time for was once memories of a brotherly bond to become faded, distorted and twisted in on themselves until they have become much more of an obsession then anything healthy.

(If you know anything about gothic horror, you'll know that incestuous coding as a narrative tool has been around for hundreds of years. Humans love our fucked-up little taboos, that's for sure.)

Anyways.

Consider in the manga, the way Rem is initially introduced to the story. She initially gives the impression of being fridged, just another dead lady to motivate the male main character. She's very much not that simple of course, this is Trigun, but importantly her character is only expanded upon outside of Vash's view of her much later in the story. In the early volumes she's very much your archetypal female ghost, so to speak.

And one thing about the fridged female character is that in all her iterations, she's a bit same-y. Often, the difference between 'dead mother' and 'dead sister' and 'dead girlfriend' is nigh impossible to tell without clarification from the text. And outside of some contextual clues, Rem's relationship to Vash is certainly not clarified.

Maybe I'm on to something. Or maybe I'm just primed to see this sort of stuff in media being an emotional incest survivor myself.

The role of a child in society is... somewhat tense to say the least. The idea of being wholly dependent on someone else is typically frowned upon as 'lazy', so it's not uncommon to see the sentiment that children must 'earn' their care by behaving. It's not only something you see from parents either. Often children (especially those disabled and/or nd) may subconsciously play into this sentiment themselves, where the parent becomes viewed as somewhat of a... Jesus figure is probably the best word for it. Someone who must constantly be appealed to, constantly be proud of you, even if they don't ask for it, because otherwise, why should you deserve to exist and be happy?

(I've been recently watching the Blood Blockade Battlefront anime and this sentiment from Vash is also present there too. Nightow is painfully good at writing this flavor of 'right to exist' self-deprecation)