~ Crowley Vignette Pt. 3 ~
After lunch, Crowley's GOT NOTHING TO DO because all the professors are at their classes, so he might as well go to Sam's TO KILL TIME.
???: "You don't gotta worry 'bout that!"
Crowley: "Hm? That voice..."
He's far away, but when he looks to that direction...
Grim: "Ain't no one noticin' a cut class or two. So let's go nap instead, nyahaha!"
Yuu: "Let's go back to class"
Then Crowley starts spewing to himself "To think that there are two rebels cutting classes in my school... Seriously, I cannot believe it!"
Then an entire gang of students swaggers to Grim and Yuu because they're gonna take over the bench to slack off. Grim doesn't relent; they got here first so finders keepers!
"MORE STUDENTS HAVE COME TO CUT CLASSES!"
It looks like a fight's about to break out. Just what kind of discipline is going on at his school?!
"HEY, YOU LOT! Shouldn't you be at class right now?!"
Grim panics so Yuu apologizes for him.
"After having witnessed such blatant disobedience, I'm inadvertently getting reeled in by a sincere apology..."
"Everyone, please get back to your classes. I would very much appreciate it if you were to study properly. Magic talent without hard work is not quite as sweet. While it's true that being born with a natural sense for it is important, it is the daily grind and experience that truly matters."
Then he asks if the students recall his speech earlier. Grim says it was boring as hell so he wasn't listening at all. The random Ignihyde students says "Same, same."
SO OUT OF DESPERATION, Crowley turns to Yuu and asks if they remember.
"Of course I remember." / "It was something about a grape tree, yeah?" IT WAS AN APPLE TREE.
The random Savanaclaw student cuts in and says he's noisy as hell. He's the Headmage, but it's not that they need to listen to him yeah?
Diasomnia Student: "Yeah. And it's not like we've ever seen the headmage perform any amazing magic. Even the housewardens don't give a crap about him..."
Savanaclaw Student: "What a loser. 'Kay, let's just ignore him!"
Crowley: "... Really, what troublesome kids."
Crowley: "It can't be helped then. Let me show you how important it is to thoroughly study magic."
"... For I am very kind! / WATASHI YASASHII NO DE!"
AND THEN HE WHIPS THEM AND LITERALLY TIES THEM TOGETHER DASHJKHKJADS
Crowley: "It is not a bind. This is the whip of love! Only a slightly tougher version."
The students panic, but the Diasomnia student claims that magic's flimsy and can be easily broken. ... Not?! What's going on? His magic doesn't do shit...
Crowley: "Why, of course. Am I not the Headmage of Night Raven College? This level of magic is naught but as simple as breathing."
He sighs and comments that these kids are underestimating him one too many times. It won't do that children who can't even gauge their own abilities are looking down on an educator like him.
"I simply had to make you understand your own immaturities."
"Go, go, Crowley go! Show them how much of a baby they are!"
Yuu: "Now's the perfect time to run away..."
Crowley: "And for you: Whip of Love! Gentle Ver.!"
And then both Grim and Yuu get captured!
Crowley soothes the struggling Grim by saying that he really has high expectations for both him and Yuu. He's certain that the two of them can change the future of this school. 🤔
"You can do that, can't you?"
Grim: "'Course. Just leave it to the great genius master Grim!"
Grim: "... So let me go already!"
Crowley: "Well then. Shall we take each of you to your respective classes?"
Grim: "What?! Tied up like this?! If the other guys saw me, I'd definitely never hear the end of it! Let me go! Let me go!"
Crowley: "As you are Night Raven College students, take this as a lesson opportunity to reflect upon."
"Because all of you are... my precious, precious apple trees."
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as long as you love me — 03 — SEEDS Ship 06
vash the stampede (tristamp) x f!reader
"as long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke,"
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⌒⊹˚୨୧ INTRODUCTION: 03 — SEEDS Ship 06
WORDCOUNT: 3.5k words
CHAPTER SUMMARY: the very first mission.
You knew the desert was hot, but you didn’t actually think it would be this hot!
It was only the first few hours into your amazing new journey and already, you were starting to dread it. Vash was a few steps in front of you riding his own Thoma, you were riding your own.
“What is that?!” you asked, perturbed, seeing the creature in front of you, “What, a Thoma?” Vash had answered as he loaded his and your stuff on the creatures.
“That’s what those dodo-looking lizard things are called?” you asked again and the blond only laughed at your question.
Now, it seemed funny to you that Vash was ahead of you, considering only a few hours ago, you were the one most excited about this.
“I’ll be fine Xanther, stop worrying!” you remembered telling your friends when they told you you could still back out of it and you swatting their hands away as they doted on you like a child.
In a way, you were their child, even back at the academy. You weren’t incapable, yes, but you found that your friends often did things for you, even something as simple as opening your water bottle for you or feeding you spoons of food while you studied.
They always took care of you…
Luida told you events of what happened while you were asleep, too. She told you how Xanther and Ynez blamed themselves for what happened, “I should’ve dragged her to her room,” was what Ynez said, and “I never should’ve left her alone,” was Xanther’s.
It was neither their fault. They both knew that.
But human emotion was a terribly amazing poison to the rational mind. And no one can escape it.
“The two were on a long slump for a long while,” Luida had said, “Ynez requested to be frozen until you were awake, but Brad and I disapproved,” her lips pursing, “It always hurt me when we saw the look in her eyes after every annual PLANT check-up, the way she always bolts to the medbay and comes back looking so empty,”
Your heart felt tight against your chest as Luida continued to tell you stories of how Xanther and Ynez and the crew you were close with coped with your sudden disappearance.
The real reason Xanther grew out his hair, the way Ethan always visits you even though he really doesn’t like the antiseptic smell of the medbay just to always leave flowers on your side table, the way Niña always made sure to move your body on time, never missing her rounds, even when she got sick, which led her to be frozen for some time until she passed.
(a/n: no, they did not kill Niña with the cryo chamber, she died because her body couldn’t handle the stress of everything, remember Niña was a nurse so she was the one who took care of all the survivors Brad and Luida found, she overworked herself to the point of getting sick and burning out, and then she worried about not being able to do her job right and possibly failing as a nurse, so her body gave out and she requested to be frozen to give her body time to rest, a sub taking her place until the next annual PLANT checkup, unfortunately, her body did not survive during it, rip Niña.)
“Ynez may not show it, but I knew she was the one who took it the hardest, she always strived to be the one who does the most, I think she did it so you wouldn’t worry about your own work when you came back,”
After Luida left, you found your eyes stinging, you couldn’t breathe properly and you kept taking short gasps of breath as you willed your voice not to make a sound.
You know you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, but you can’t help it.
Human emotion is a terribly amazing poison to the rational mind. And no one can escape it. Not even you.
You willed yourself to be stronger, to do more, to be more, so that all of Ynez’s efforts won’t go in vain, so that Xanther wouldn’t have to constantly worry over you anymore, so that Luida and Brad and all of the crew members you loved wouldn’t have to think of caring for a single person like you and put their own wellbeings aside.
So you can make your parents proud.
The stinging of your eyes reminded you of where you are, right, I’m in the desert, I shouldn’t cry, it’s a waste of body fluids and water, I could get dehydrated, you thought as you shook your head and wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your jacket.
You then notice Vash looking back at you and you tilted your head, “Is something wrong, Vash?” you asked as you caught up with him, the two of you now riding your Thomas side-by-side.
He looked like he was going to say as he opened his mouth, but then he shook his head, “No, it’s nothing,”
Neither of you bothered to fill the growing uncomfortable silence. Only the wind and trudging of the Thoma’s hooves against the hot sand were heard.
This was the first time it had been like this with Vash, he was usually very chatty, talking about anything and everything, this was the first time he had been so pensive and quiet, you wonder if you’d done something wrong.
You decided that maybe he was just scared of what was out here, maybe he, too, was unsure.
But deep down, something was telling you that wasn’t it.
Shrugging the thoughts away, you decided to give him a few hours or so to sort things out maybe he was also going through some internal conflict just like you were, earlier. But when three hours have passed and you didn’t get even a single word out of him, you decided to poke the bee’s hive.
You sped your own Thoma up and blocked his, he looked surprised, confused, even, “Hey, what are you do-”
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t play coy with me, Vash, you’ve been quiet for hours, you keep looking over your shoulder to look at me, and every time you do, there’s this look on your face I can’t quite explain! You keep opening your mouth to say something, but you never do, so now I’m asking you, what’s wrong?” you finished with a huff.
The blond looked down, fisting the Thoma’s reigns in his hands as he pursed his lips.
“It’s nothing…”
You groaned, “Oh, come on, Vash! If it’s bothering you this much, tell me! You can’t ask me to come with you on a potentially life-threatening mission and not communicate with me when you think something is wrong! Come on, where’s the guy who talked about everything with me back on the ship?”
He stayed silent, you didn’t know if he was thinking of an answer to your question or if he was just plain out ignoring it.
Wait-
“Is it me?” you asked quietly, worry seeping into the cracks of your voice.
Quickly, Vash moved his arms a lot, “No! No! It’s not bad- I mean, it is about you, but it isn’t anything bad! I just- I think it’s unfair for you because you have your friends to come home to, and they obviously don’t want you to leave and I made you come with me on this stupid mission-” he rambled.
You were about to cut him off and answer about how 1. It wasn’t unfair to you because you agreed, 2. He also has friends to come home to on the ship, Luida and Brad are practically his parents, too, and 3. This mission wasn’t stupid.
But none of that happened anyway when you heard a ringing noise in your ear, it made your head hurt with how loud it was, it felt like whatever was ringing was physically inside your ears, it made you clutch your head and shut your eyes to try and alleviate the pain.
“…. we’re only a … miles away from… -me, … -ould… go back… sure your… -iss you, … -eally, i’m so… -ryy… never…thought… okay… don’t have to… really,”
You could still hear Vash rambling but it seemed so far away, the ringing sound screaming into your eardrums, you felt like you were gonna go deaf.
When it quieted down a bit, you opened your eyes only to find Vash’s face in disarray, looking somewhere at the sea of sand before you.
“Are you okay, Vash? What’s wrong?” you found yourself asking him even though your head was still hurting.
Slowly, he tore away his gaze from the sand and looked at you.
“It’s the PLANT, I can hear it, and it’s in danger,”
The two of you raced to where the PLANT was or where Vash was leading the two of you, the second he told you what was wrong, he kept mumbling that he got to go and went running off, looking as if he was in pain.
You followed suit, not wanting to be left alone in the sweltering desert, but also not wanting to leave Vash alone.
The Thoma thumped against the sand for a quarter of an hour before you saw something in the distance, and at that point, the ringing got louder. You sucked in a breath at the pain. It was like you got shot in the head with how intense the pain got.
As you got even closer, you could finally see what was written on the outside of the ship, SEEDS 06. It was a ship’s PLANT, you realized.
“Vash!” you yelled, and he looked back, his Thoma still going as fast as it could, you urged yours to catch up to his and it did, the two of you squinting so that none of the sand particles would get into your eyes.
“It’s the PLANT!” he yelled as you both got closer to the ship, gradually slowing down to not crash into the docked ship.
Thankfully, the stationed guards already saw the two of you from afar and were ready to meet you at the ramp. They were going to apprehend both of you at first (understandably, because they were uninvited guests tbh), but proceeded to give you access to the ship once they saw yours and Vash’s jackets.
The reflective fabric of the patches on your right sleeves, one that showed that both of you were from a SEEDS ship, too.
“I’m a Military PLANT Engineer,” you explained, “So is he,” you jabbed a finger in Vash’s direction as he smiled nervously when the guards asked what you were here for.
They let you both in and you wanted to lay on the cold floor of the ship, the temperature helping alleviate your headache, even though the ringing became more amplified.
Vash bolted, though, so you followed after him once more, knowing wherever he’ll go, that’s where the PLANT’ll be. He took multiple turns, left, right, right, left, right. And at the end of it all, you found Ship 06’s PLANT deck.
It had been exactly like your experience, all the engineers gathered around, not knowing what to do, everyone murmuring and talking about what to do amongst themselves as the lights glowed red over the PLANT.
Vash got over his panting quickly and was shoving people out of the way to get to the PLANT console when he was stopped.
“Hey, who are you and how did you get into the ship?” A man asked, hand on Vash’s chest to prevent him from coming any closer.
You quickly made your way to the front, snatching your ID out of your shirt and showing it to the man.
“I’m Y/n L/n from Ship 03, Military PLANT Engineer, this is Vash, he’s also a PLANT Engineer, we’ve come to assist this ship’s PLANT,”
The man took your ID and his eyes widened, hand on Vash’s chest loosening and falling to his side, “You’re L/n? The kid who fell into the PLANT tank?” he asked and whispers sprouted once more around the PLANT deck.
It was the same scenario all over again and it made your head throb even more, the ringing switched to your left ear only now and it was incessant.
You nodded and he held his hand out, “Welcome to Ship 06, I’m Gerard Lim, Doctor L/n, we are grateful for you and Doctor Vash’s assistance, how may we help?”
Vash wanted to correct the man but you shook your head at him and he nodded, “Let Vash have access to the console, hand me the reports from the last five annual reports and the last three weekly reports on the PLANT’s biodata,”
The PLANT engineers stepped aside to let Vash do his job and you stepped to the console as you reviewed the reports given to you. You winced as another wave of pulsing in your head and a loud shrill ringing noise passed through you.
There was definitely something wrong with you. No one else in the room seemed to notice it or hear it, too.
You looked up for a moment when the room erupted into gasps and you saw the unfurled PLANT coming closer to the glass where Vash has his forehead pressed with his eyes closed.
Your knees weaken and you grip the handrail, keeping yourself upright as you shut your eyes again, gripping the files in your hand to make sure they don’t fall, as you wait for the ringing to calm down.
When it did, you open your eyes to see Vash running to you, “It’s not her, it’s the tank,” he said as soon as he was close enough that only the two of you can hear, you look back and the PLANT is already furling around itself, returning to its usual form.
You nod at him, “Let’s get to work, then,” and he looks to the side as he sheepishly rubs his neck, “I’m, tank management isn’t my specialty,” he admitted and you could only nod, surprised.
“Ah, well, I’ll get to work, then,” you smiled, but you could feel it forming into a slight wince, one that Vash caught on to.
“Hey, you, alright?” he asked, very concerned, and you could only nod, this was turning into a migraine and you were about to puke your guts out any minute now.
“I’m fine, just a migraine,” you told him and you swear if he had ears it would’ve already been flat against his head.
You waved him off, “I’ll be fine, Vash, really, it’ll be quick fixing the tank,”
It was not ‘quick’ fixing the tank.
It took a total of more than two hours to return the PLANT to its normal state. Apparently, the programming and wiring of the tank was wrong and you spent the better first hour and a half of it trying to find the error, God, you hated coding.
The mistake in question was a mismatched and misplaced code in the flow of tank fluid going in and out of the tank, a mistake on the ship’s engineers’ part. You had to reprogram it and fix the wiring on the tank.
It was times like these when you missed your team, it seemed like on Ship 06, there was a bit of chaos and no one knew how to help, all of them in a panic.
Throughout the whole process, you felt like you were going to pass out any second, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t let yourself not finish the job.
Vash watched you as you worked the whole time, he was constantly asking if you were okay, to which you always replied ‘I’m fine, Vash,’, not that he was convinced, but he did try to help and was learning only from watching you.
When the light finally switched back to their blue color, the blond thanked you profusely and you shook him off, telling him it was your job and it was the right thing to do.
“I owe you two favors now!” he insisted and you could only laugh at him.
The engineers of the ship thank you and again, you brush them off, saying it was nothing. “I now see why you graduated Valedictorian from your class!” one of them said and you could only smile sheepishly.
That’s when you notice the ringing was gone and so was your migraine.
Weird, you thought.
“Excuse me, can I see your ship’s doctor?” you asked one of the women, Nancy, whom you’ve befriended just minutes ago.
“Oh, of course! I’ll come with,” she said and led the way.
A hand grabbed yours.
Vash.
“Where are you going?”
“Medbay,”
“Are you okay?”
You nodded, “I am, Vash, I just want to see the doctor for some pain relievers, maybe even a CT scan, now that I think about it,”
Vash put a hand on your back and started walking, “I’ll come with,”
“I did promise Doctor Trinh and Doctor Durand, after all,”
The CT scan turned out okay, so did all your tests, you were perfectly normal. The doctor had guessed that maybe it was some kind of response to the temperature or that your body was adjusting and this was only a side effect, something that worried Vash, but the doctor assured him that it was perfectly normal for humans.
He seemed less stressed after that.
The ship offered the two of you sleeping chambers for the night, to which you both gratefully accepted. Both of you set to leave the morning after, the post-success excitement and joy hitting only now.
“Of course! We can’t let our saviors leave without a good night’s rest, especially you, Doctor L/n! I mean, excuse my language, but holy shit! Getting to meet someone like you? One of the best PLANT engineers? This is an incredible dream!” A young woman, Claudine, fawned over you.
You could only blush, “Thanks, it’s nothing,” you brushed off again.
She left shortly, a very energetic person, you noted.
And then, it was just you and Vash.
The two of you sat in the cafeteria, eating your meals, when he broke the silence, “Sooo… what’s this about being the best?” he started.
You tilted your head, “Huh?”
“You know!” he motioned to you, “I’ve been hearing it since we got on the PLANT deck, everyone was whispering about you! Not that they were good at whispering though,” he laughed a little at the end.
“Ah, that’s nothing,” you shrugged and swallowed your water down.
“Nothing? But you’re all everyone talks about, come onnn, I wanna know the context!” he whined and you laughed again.
“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” you snickered behind your bowl of soup and he pouted and pointed a finger at you, “Hey, I’m older than you!”
An eyebrow raised at his claim, “Excuse you? I’m older than you, kiddo, you may look all grown up, but you’re quite literally only in your early 60’s,” you slapped his finger away, “I, on the other hand, while I may look like someone in her mid-20’s, I am literally 80 years old,”
“So that,” you pointed your spoon at him, “makes me older than you by 20-ish years, give or take,” you concluded.
The pout he had grew even bigger, it was adorable, really. “Aw, man, I can’t fight you on this, you’re too smart for me,” he sulked.
You flicked a rice grain at him, “Cheer up, pretty boy, at least you’ll live far longer, I’m only human after all,” you shrugged and he whined, his ears red.
“First of all don’t call me that! It makes me feel tingly, stop it!” He pointed a finger, again, “And second, don’t remind me how short human life is! I’m really gonna cry,”
You snorted at his reaction, “First of all, it’s rude to point fingers,” you slapped his hand away, again, “And second, why not accept reality, it’s not like we can change something inevitable,”
The two of you fell into silence after that, but a comfortable silence, the type where you know Vash is thinking about what you just said. You continued to finish your food as you waited for him to pick up the conversation again.
Vash had already finished his food, so he was just waiting for you.
When you had drank the last of your water and put your utensils back onto the tray neatly, Vash took both your trays and stood up, you do the same as you both walked to the dish deposit.
The blond still hasn’t replied but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, and the two of you walked back to the designated room given to you by the ship’s captain, MJ, in complete silence and you strangely didn’t feel an ounce of worry.
When you were about to close the door to your room, Vash spoke up.
“Reality is something we can’t change,” you turned to him as he spoke, “And I know we have to accept it whether we like it or not, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t ignore it for even just a moment,”
You could only smile at him and his words. You know the feeling. Knowing that everyone will leave someday, even if it isn’t by death, is a hard pill to swallow, but it is the truth.
“Goodnight, Vash,” you said softly.
He met your eyes with a sad smile.
“Goodnight, Doctor L/n,”
usagi's note: thank you for waiting on this chapter! took me a while to post because i had to study for our 2 hour tests TT, all i hope is i pass, honestly... anyway, enjoy reading!! in the part where vash is talking and it comes out in '-ere' its because the ringing overtakes and is very loud to the point where reader can't make much sense of what he's saying. that's all! see you next week!
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