#not proofread at all we die like rem

[drunkenlionwrites]

very tender hurt and comfort with Vash tending to your wounds please? Maybe Reader has a lot of scarring and this is the first time Vash is seeing it? Pre relationship please so theres full of yearning and unspoken intimacy JDBSIDJJAHDIDHDJ I WANT THIS MAN SO MUCH HE HAS TAKEN OVER ALL THOUGHTS

Hi, dear anon! I am so so sorry, this request literally has been sitting in my inbox for 2 months and not because I didn’t like it, but for the opposite reason! I’ve been writing and re-writing it many times, and because I tend to go overboard with angst/hurt-comfort stuff when it comes to Vash, it turned out to be just 1000 words of fluff. Yeah, sorry to all the guys who requested fluf and got angst and vice-versa. Seems like I’m not good with requests, maybe will change the submissions to suggestions later. Anyway, hope you’re still somewhere out here nonnie and you can see this! Warnings: mentions of scars and wounds, reader without specific body parts descriptions, Vash calls you a fem!gendered word in french once though, slight pining, fluff

There’s a sudden loud laugh, shuddering of the glasses and the next moment you’re laying face down on the sandy soil in front of the saloon. Your Thomas got freaked out and yeeted you over his head right into the dirt. For real? You’ve felt a sharp unpleasant pain on the left side of your body – your cheek, belly and a part of hip and knee burnt. The inside of your mouth tasted like sand, dirt, and humiliation. You spat and saw particles of blood in your spit. Wincing, you stood up, Vash’s hands already caringly holding your elbows.

“Hey, you’re okay there?” You turned to the side to see his concerned face that grew even more so when he saw the deep scrapes on your cheek. Wolfwood placed a hand on your shoulder as he passed through you to the saloon entrance with a chuckle: “That’s a pretty nasty fall for someone who claimed to be the best rider out of us, sheriff”. You could just growl at him pettily, hearing Vash’s scolding above your head as you tried to dust off your clothes as best as you could before entering the building.

Just great…One thing you’ve been confident in was your Thomas riding skill and you made sure to tease Wolfwood ‘cause of his clumsiness with saddle. You didn’t know what was wrong with those two men, but they both were so much better than you with everything: their shooting skills and physical prowess were not a joke, and you’ve felt a tinge of bitterness every time one of them roared to you to stay back or run away (which most of the time you didn’t listen to). But nevertheless, you’ve been so used to being one of a kind, the strong one, the clever one. The promising young sheriff of your town. Well…the town that doesn’t exist anymore, but still!

Waving off Vash and his attempts to check up your bruises, you went straight into your room for the night once you’ve booked them. This soured your mood a bit – the jeans were dirty and ripped now, the bruises were pretty big, even if not really deep, Wolfwood for sure will tease you back relentlessly, and Vash saw you falling so ungracefully…ugh. Deciding to be a grown up about it, you went for a shower, which made you feel better and decided to sleep off your bad mood. Surely, with a new day it’ll all feel like a funny incident to remember sometimes and laugh about, right?

You heard soft knocks on your door when you’ve been drying off your hair with a towel. “Hey, that’s just me. Wanted to check up on you if you don’t mind?” a sheepish voice spoke, muffled by the door. Of course, he would do that… Opening the door you saw a tall blond standing there, already in his nightclothes, with a small med kit in his hands, which he shook a bit before your face. “Ummm…I know you don’t wanna, but it’s still better if we treat your wounds, you don’t want to get an infection and then nasty scars on your pretty face, right?” Pretty, is it? “Vash, I have my fare share of scars, I don’t really care about them, but if it makes you happy, sure” you stood aside from the door, letting him inside.

Sitting beside you on a bed, Vash started cleaning the skin around your scratches with antiseptic, leaning awfully close to your face for you liking. He seemed to be preoccupied with a task, making ‘tsk’ sounds like a concerned mother would. You’ve felt a tinge of warmth at this thought, not daring to dart your eyes to the side and concentrating on breathing calmly. “Show me the other bruises” Vash asked, and you obediently lifted your shirt to reveal the biggest one that marred your skin from the upper stomach to the hipbone without giving it much thought. Seeing your friend’s cheeks and tips of the ears turning pink, you decidedly pulled it back. “Um…that’s fine. Thanks for worrying about me, I can just do it myself” you smiled reassuringly at him.

“Oh, sorry, I..didn’t mean anything like that. Just noticed that you already have some scars there. Did you get hurt a lot?” you chuckled as you raised your shirt once again for Vash to continue with his medical care. “Well, even though it’s just a silly nickname now, I used to be sheriff for quite some time. Yeah, I have some. Some are knife wounds, some from gun shots, maybe now some new from falling off Thomas” you tried to end it on a funny note, but Vash only frowned and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You know you can stop anytime? It’s not like you must continue to live such a risky life… You can find a nice occupation suitable for une jeune fille like you. Settle in a relatively calm and nice city? Wouldn’t it be better?” He said as if coaxing you, his voice soft and dreamy.

It was your turn to frown at his words. “You know I would if it was something I wanted, right? I never wanted such a life, especially not now, not when I…well… when I’m doing something important and helping you out. And I’ll ask you out of my room if you raise this topic again, okay?” Vash shook his head and chuckled, pressing his fingers, covered in healing balm to your bruised belly. “I surrender, sheriff. Please, spare this pitiful outlaw!” You laughed at that, his fingers somehow burning your skin way stronger than the deepest abrasions.

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[laceycallisto]

Love Letters R.L.

a/n: this is going to be a part of a series I’m working on but can also be read as a stand alone! the letters are going to be mentioned and touched on in my series!

I dedicate this to eve, who not only proofread but flattered me by crying and in turn making me cry @slut4drvc0 ily bestie

he’s always been so beautiful to me

whether it be unconventional and unintentional, he was a god and I was merely wishing for him to answer my prayers

observation has always been my favored method of learning, gaining what I can for my own world to be made from the actions I could never, but always wish to take

Am I what you desire? Do I hold the perfect amounts of what you require?

Remus,I fear too much what you will think of me if I stumble over my words and irrationally confess to you what I think of you. I’m in love with you and I’m so fucking terrified to tell you. I’m scared to look you in the eye and tell you the truth that I’ve denied for so long. I’m scared to tell you how much I want your lips on mine. How I wonder what it feels like to be in your embrace for hours, not just a hug hello and goodbye. How it must feel for you to look me in the eye and tell me you love me with as much fervor as a being is capable of. To hold your hand, feel your warmth and absolutely relish in what has to be God's greatest most horrible gift of love. Years. Years are the reasoning behind my confession. I have sat here and have sneaked glances and pushed what I feel for you down for far too long. I can’t do it anymore. When I look at you my heart starts racing, my words die at the tip of my tongue, I can’t keep eye contact with you because I’ll fall deeper and deeper into the pit of uncertainty and doubt. I fucking love you. If you think I’m crazy then please tell me, reject me so I can forget this and go back to laughing with you about our friends. I so desperately want just you in any way that I can’t, I just can’t anymore. I will take whatever it is you give me, please be kind.

Dream about me when you sleep, Forget me every time you breathe.

Rem. Why do I always have more and more questions to ask you when we spend time together? They plague my mind with waves of dread and I honestly don’t know what it is you want me to do. I’ve tried to write this a million times over where every line isn’t a fucking question. Do you not know how it feels for someone to tell you they love you, they would do anything for you, except for letting the world know about them? I mean honestly, what kind of game are you playing? I wish I could confront you in person but I can't. That's the same reason we’re in this situation now. If i had just talked to you in person and not written the damn letter in the first place maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe everybody would know about us, or you would have been able to reject me without being able to think of how you would use my devotion to you for your own gain. But you know I can’t confront you. Not with the way you look at me, do you do it on purpose? Do you think it’s fun? Do you look at the way you tower over me and know you have power? Do you think my love is a power play? Every morning I see you and I hope you pretend I exist that day. I wish you would acknowledge me. I fucking pray that you treat me just as you do at the end of each day. That you take my hand and bring it to your lips and tell me you love me. I love you. Tell me I made it clear that my heart is yours and not as a toy.

Don't steal the words you can't even think to conceive, let alone fully believe.

Remus, there's a ringing in my ears and it reminds me of all the times you proved your love to me. I vowed to secrecy, to always keep alive the tale of you and me. And although we didn't make it past our mistakes, I still vow to keep myself sane. I don't exist to you anymore, just a fond memory of self discovery. finding out whether or not I was good for you. In the end, it turns out I wasn't.I still long for the days where I'd have you close to me, and you'd swore to always, always love me. Maybe always just isn't meant to be. If you hurt me any longer, if I allow you, I won't be able to last. So maybe it's time for me to get along with life. I'll always love you, you'll always be mine, until the end of time.

you thought they were meant to tie up loose ends but they’ll always be love letters from me, rem.

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