#plant?reader

gn!reader drabble interactions with the trigun stampede squad (vash, wolfwood, meryl, and roberto)

(hinted polyamorous relationship w/ vash, wolfwood, and meryl)

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traveling through no mans land means hot days and cold nights. its not uncommon for you to shed a couple layers in order to refrain from overheating. however, you tend to miss the watchful eyes of your companions. on chilly nights you snuggle up to meryl, her back against your head as you snuggle into her for warmth. as the night progresses and morning comes your often found intertwined with each other, your head resting on her chest.

wolfwood once jokingly asked if you’d sleep with him one night, to which you nonchalantly said “oh sure i didn’t know you you also got cold at night”. he wasn’t expecting it to get that far. needless to say, he wasn’t too happy that you turned him into the small spoon.

after that meryl is only willing to share her “personal” heater with vash.

jk, some nights you end up pinned between meryl, vash, and wolfwood, body splayed across all three. roberto is left to shiver in the cold.

for some reason you salute roberto when you see him and no one knows why but it gives him a little ego boost so he lets it slide.

you and wolfwood are absolute menaces when left to your own devices. one time the rest of the crew came back from scouting and all they saw was you holding a target in the air and the punisher ready to fire. you could hear the screams of terror from a mile away as everyone was thrown into a panic.

you take a lot of time making sure vash’s arm is up to your standard. if you notice a slight uncontrolled twitch or a lag in his shooting your on him before he can even blink. asking him if hurts or if hes noticed anything unusual.

you often use vash’s prosthetic hand to cool yourself after a long day in the sun, the cold metal never getting hot in the blazing sun. sometimes you’ll be sitting and just guide his hand to the back of your neck, letting out a pleased sigh. he cant help but marvel at how large his hand is across your neck.

meryl is often found having one point of contact with you. you like it since physical touch is your love language, but meryl mainly does it to prevent you from getting lost. it takes one cool bug for you to be 10 miles away from the party.

in the back of the car your sprawled out across vash and wolfwood, your head resting across wolfs legs and your legs stretched across vash’s. the two realized how good of an idea it was so now you take turns laying down across each other when you have to drive to distant towns. vash will rub invisible images on your calf and you’ll play with wolfwood’s hands as a form of entertainment. admiring his calluses and scars. you pretend like you dont see the blush on the tips of his ears.

you love playing with vash’s hair. if your lucky enough to spend the night in a hotel, he will sit on the floor as you sit on the edge of the bed, massaging his scalp. you try to style his hair but it always ends up in the same mop like shape.

wolfwood bonking you on the head because someone asks you a question you should lie about but no one told you that so there you go… telling them everything.

vash and wolfwood are on wandering duty. sometimes you’ll just start going a different direction since something intrested you and they just kind of pick you up from under your armpits and just bring you back.

“okay lets go” you say and you start walking. roberto just kind of grabs your shoulders and turns you to where you should have been going. “yes i 100% knew that we needed to go this way.”

million knives [stampede] x plant?reader drabble

synopsis: you meet knives for the first time. he thinks your someone else.

content warning: mentions of sharp weapons, blood, and physical altercations

this an equal household. i pine after all siblings equally. [aka i think knives is a goofy dude and his characterization in stampede is kiss kiss].

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it was a particularly normal day as you spent your time around town, discovering odd patterned geological formations that helped adhere the homes to the sand below it.

was it the smartest idea to go into a dark alley alone. no. did you think anything would happen to you in the middle day. also no.

you were lost in the sauce. failing to notice the screams of town folk as you observed the calcified rock. one moment you were holding it and then boom, it was dark.

when you woke up, you were shocked to be in a white room. it sent shivers up your spine, as the environment caused old memories to rise to the surface. questions could wait until later, for now you’d try to get out of here. hopefully the town was still there when you got back.

the door was unlocked, odd considering you were kidnapped.

you also didn’t have shoes on, thankfully that old socks separated the floor and your feet. you could sense your bag somewhere within the building, your body able to feel the shawl of plant material that you had been born with, always tucked into your bag.

it was like you were an assassin, peering around every corner and ears on high alert.

the closer you got to your objective, the quieter it seemed to get. an odd sense of loneliness filling the room.

you had found your bag and shawl, even your shoes (thank god, you didn’t have the money for new ones). the only downside being that some blondie covered in a robe was holding it, allowing light to shine through the transparent shawl.

you became defensive knowing he was touching something as important as your shawl, so you started making fast paces towards him. “Hey! You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong-“. The sense of danger came first, luckily stopping you from making too much contact with the tail of sharp objects that wrapped around you. it certainly didn’t save your overalls, as a large rip formed across the front panel. damnit, now you’d have to sew it back again.

“anything plant belongs to me. im its rightful owner, a god” blondie chided at you, only causing more anger to bubble up to your throat. “J.J Doe, right? Elusive scientist who has published series of plant based experiments. No committee or board to shift through your work, your research seems to pop up in small town libraries. Never the same one.” The man stepped down from his pedestal, inching closer to you. You backed up, only for a reactive spindle of metal(?) to wrap around your neck. it swiped, leaving a sliver of blood and for the stop part of your turtleneck to fall to the ground. the more he keeps going the more work you’ll have to do to fix whatever clothes you have.

“i detest humans, a species of parasitic worms who use plants as tools for their selfish survival. however, I hate those who knowingly use their will to torture my brotheren even more.” he was too close for comfort now. a string of knives swiping close to your forehead, which you barely dodged by shifting backwards. the shift in weight caused you to fall backwards, rows of spindles wrapping around your legs, keeping you from getting up from the floor.

“should i take a finger for each sin you have committed. maybe slowly sever you limb from limb, so you may know the suffering of the plants who you experimented on. maybe-“ You were too focused on the rows of knives wrapped around your legs to notice that he now stood atop of you. crouching to straddle you as his eyes sent daggers into your mind, like a searing hot flash of static. “i should do it with my own hands. as disgusting as you vile creatures are.” his hand slowly began to approach your neck. his weapons should have instilled enough fear into you, but now you seemed petrified, tears threatening to pour at the very thought of him touching you.

“disgusting.” he muttered, looking down as you. his hand wrapped around your neck, and immediately began to squirm, your leg receiving shallow cuts as it brushed against the sharp cage around it. the contact sent an immediate blossom of heat from your neck. you wish it was another gang of badland raiders, anything but an independent plant. you covered yourself up to avoid making contact with anyone, trying to prevent the surge of information that you would receive and give which writhed out of your control.

behind closed eyes, you could see the blossom of blue, geometric shapes spreading from your chest to your neck, reaching out to the man who’s hand was around your neck. the closer it got the more erratic you reacted. It seemed like the man above you no longer intended to kill you, for now. Instead he fixated his eyes to the spread of patterns slowly approaching his hand, his own body reacting in a similair manner. the contact left your mind heavy with shocks of malice, anger, and pain? The scorching sensation caused a moan of pain to spill from your lips as fat tears fell from your eyes.

The man above you felt the fear over the connection, a dark pit of misunderstanding and embarrassment overflowing with an ebb and flow of confusion. flashes of images of syringes and scalpels as you held the blade towards yourself, harvesting your flash to run under analysis. you hadn’t been experimenting on other plants, you had been experimenting on parts of yourself.

the cage around your legs unwinded, as did the hand around your neck. you quickly moved your arms to cover your eyes, still unable to cope with the wave of information that was forced into your head. however, your action failed as another hand wrapped around your wrists to move your arms from your face, revealing puffy eyes and still falling tears. another hand came up to caress underneath your lashes, gathering the salty tears before they could run onto the floor.

vash [tristamp] x plant?reader

content: close contact, minor violence, suggestive

synopsis: vash finds out your a plant, shenanigans happen

that man has a gorilla grip on my soul

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you met vash coincidently the same time as meryl and roberto, since you were hired by they’re employers to guide them through the badlands. despite being a shady company, they would prefer their employees alive.

when they removed vash from tree he kept feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise up, unsure as of why. little did he know that some weird plant / human amalgamation was right next to him. aware of what he was and who he was. the perks of being able to talk to plants.

you were quick to offer him a swig of water packed to the brim with rehydration salts, not only because he was a plant but also because this is the badlands. its hot and dehydration can kill a person.

meryl and roberto were talkative enough, but you seemed quiet. you kept to yourself as you would right down notes and observations into a leather bound book you lugged in your satchel. sometimes he would get a glance at you looking at him, then writing something. diary maybe? you kept him a little on edge so he did his best to avoid you.

a little disappointing to you. this whole “plant” lifestyle was new to you, and you had been pushing through it alone. it would have been nice to get some knowledge on it.

outside of those few interactions, you seemed to just tag along. only opting in your opinion when your interjection would benefit the group.

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he saw a new side of you as one night you decided to go with the group to the bar. deciding to tag along instead of drink.

it was new to you, to go and drink out instead of with yourself. you’ve never gotten so involved with an assignment before. maybe it was because of the familiar sense of sadness behind vash’s eyes, but you wanted to see him succeed.

you saw meryl do something stupid, likely falling on her back end after she had gotten drunk off her ass, and bursted out laughing. vash noticed a strong wave of floral scent and a buzzing in the air. the origin being you.

seeing vash stare at you will bulging eyes made you tilt your head in a quizzical manner. what did he see? did you have something in your hair? you didn’t think much of it. since a lot of your senses that would have helped you identify other plants were neglected. you had no idea how to tap into them, and thus you didn’t think you had done something out of the ordinary.

honestly it made you nervous as he held the stare between his conversations with roberto, so you left to go the bathroom. maybe you were misinterpreting them and a splash of cold water would wake you out of it.

you took your gloves off and allowed the water to pool into cupped hands, admiring it momentarily as your mind drifted away to other distractions. failing to notice the door open and the click of the lock turning. you always kept your gloves on. if you made contact with anyone, plant or human, you had the chance of sending or receiving information in a second notice. contact like that would cause those weird glowy patterns on you, and you had yet to figure out a cover up for that.

it was only when you looked up and noticed those fogged orange shades staring into you. vash standing behind you. it spooked you, and immediately you tried to grab your gloves with wet hands. instead a larger pair slammed down onto yours, effectively trapping you between vash and the sink.

“heyyyy” you elongated, desperately trying to calm your beating heart. it didn’t help when you felt vash’s blond locks tickle your neck, causing you to whine from the unsuspecting sensation.

his nose brushed against the duvet between your neck and shoulder, taking in a gasping breath as if the man had been deprived of oxygen. you could feel the geometric shapes stemming from your chest travel down your hand, the white lights transparent underneath your shirt.

“i knew it.” vash said, his hand gripping the backside of yours, fingers digging into your palm as his own energy responded, patterns mimicking your own. “your like me, aren’t you?” he muttered into your neck.

once both of your engravings had climb to your hands and made contact, you felt an electrifying buzz fill your head. happiness? joy? it wasn’t a bad feeling at all. vash’s demeanor did a 180 as he received a wave of red hot embarrassment. a flood of emotions caused by the intimate contact of him being right behind you, trapping you against the sink. it caused him to stutter and back away.

it caused you to lightly gasp, the cold rush washing back over you hand as you regained your focus and started putting on your gloves.

“Sorry! Sorry! I just got overly excited, I didn’t know there were other plants, I mean beside me and Nai I just thought-“ you slapped him with your glove. Not hard enough to cause damage but hard enough to shock him, before putting it back your hand. “We’re you ever taught personal space!” Your eyebrows furrowed as the red began to leave your face.