#trigun world building

[bluewonderer]

a trigun stampede headcanon about humans, plants, and independents

Man made the Plants. 

They slipped their wonder, their hubris, their science on them like a glove and reached through planes of existence to where raw elements danced together in elegant catastrophe and plucked them like an apple blossom from a tree. 

The first one died before Man could even touch it. 

The first one hundred died before they could even leave their dimension. 

But that was the way of these elements, of these beings. They were born and died in a flash, a firework barely bloomed before its sparks were falling like dying petals. It was their way. It was their dance. What were concepts like years and moments to them, anyway? They were born to burn, to let their simultaneous life and death stretch out across time and space and fuel entire universes. 

Man kept reaching. It is what they do best.

No human ever looked into this plane of celestial energy, no human ever could. It was concept, it was matter and energy, it was horror so beautiful and beauty so terrible that it would shatter a human mind. To look through eyes was to try to capture the infinite in the finite. 

The first one died before Man could even see it. 

The first one hundred died before they could even touch it. 

They layered on science and ingenuity and determination. And they stopped trying to look through their eyes and started breaking the plane down into data, started viewing it through monitors and numbers. 

The first Plant that they successfully bring over they can’t look at, they can only observe the lines of numbers running across the screen. 

Sort of look like vines, someone said into the video that was recording this historical moment. Like a plant blooming across the screen. I’ve never seen data like this. 

The first Plant that touches Earth dies less than a second later. The scientists still can’t look at it, couldn’t describe it if they could, but the world turns red as it dies. 

It doesn’t die in an explosion. In fire and destruction. When the scientists blinked the red out of their eyes, it is said that the labs were covered in green vines and leaves and flowers. 

The first Plant dies in life. 

Man made Plants in their image. 

They wouldn’t live in their natural forms—in the ones outside of time and physics and logic. In the ones that died as they were born, spinning their embers into new galaxies. So they were shaped into forms Man knew. Petals, like a flower, like the flowers that bloomed when the first one touched Earth. An homage, a tribute, a promise to do better. 

And, inside the petals, they shaped the Plants with facsimiles of faces and eyes and mouths, with neck and shoulders and arms. They lovingly traced familiar curves, made them soft and feminine. These would be the new life-givers of the human race. They would save Earth. They would help Man explore and discover worlds and lifeforms and the unknowns beyond their own solar system. And so Man shaped them into soft and angelic things, into higher forms sent to aid mankind in its time of need. 

The Plants lived for more than a moment, their pure, incomprehensible energy siphoned off slowly, carefully, until they could exist in a slow dance that could last decades. Centuries.

And there was life, and it was good. 

Plants made Man. 

It took a long time. Maybe. Probably. What is time to matter? What is time to gravity? What is time to time? The beings that came to be called Plants had no concepts or words for such things. They did not even have words, not like the humans. 

They had dance. They had fire. They had birth and death and everything in between compressed into one single glorious moment and spread out across dimensions, across space and planes of existence. They had frenetic energy, enough to form worlds, enough to destroy existence. 

Humans thought that their lives were short, and maybe so, in some sense. But Plants thought that the span of humans were pitiful, wet embers. No spark. No bloom.

No dance. 

Their first memories as Plants, their first stories whispered among their kin, were of white nothingness, were of being stuffed from the span of galaxies into small spaces, the cramping of being formed into petals of soft curves. 

It was not painful, the reshaping. The conceptualizing. The becoming describable for humans. It just was. Is. Will be. The Plants looked at each other, looked at themselves reflected in their glass homes, and thought themselves strange and alien. 

The humans called them beautiful and they echoed yes, yes we are beautiful. Strange. New. Curious. We are not exploding, we are not stretching across and above and through with our deaths. We’re not dying at all. 

We are not dancing. 

But they could still hear their home, the place they were before they were plucked. They could resonate with their kin from far away, listen to them dance. They were too slow, too far away to dance with them. 

But they could sing for them. 

Gradually, the Plants came to see more than sterile white rooms and humans with reflective faces. They saw all kinds of humans—tiny ones. The tiny ones were their favorite—so small, so new, but loudloudloud. Screaming, laughing, throwing energy as wildly as the Plants used to when they were Before. The tiny ones lit up rooms, lit up the faces of the bigger humans.

They danced. 

Other humans. Ones with the curves similar to the Plants’ new shapes. Others that looked like the scientists except with faces. The bigger humans were tiny sparks, hardly any energy left at all. The Plants sang for them, anticipating the dance, the life giving rush of their death. 

But it never seemed to come. The bigger humans just kept on living, just kept on diminishing. 

It was the way of things, the way of these beings other than themselves. Good or bad, the Plants didn’t know, because they didn’t know the meaning of such things. It just was.  

They learned more, sometimes, with eyes peeking out between their petals when they weren’t busy singing to their firework brethren on the other side of the Great Gate. 

(Eyes were funny things. A shape given to them by humans that they didn’t quite need.) 

They learned that the Small Plants--the tiny humans with bright, bright energy—were the offspring. They learned about families and friends. They learned about the Engineers—the ones that took care of the Plants, that would relieve the pressure when it all got too much, when their elongated life and the drain on their energy made them feel heavy and wrong. 

They learned about the shapes of humans. Their eyes and noses and mouths. Their laughter—the closest they got to dancing. Their care and kindness, the funny little creative ways they thought to sustain and feed the Plants—like with the alien, beautiful things that they called flowers. 

They learned about things like fear and grief. But not by watching humans. It was born within them, made them different from their brethren beyond the Great Gate.  

Their deaths were slow, now. Their deaths were separated out from their births, and it no longer felt like a dance. They would shove all of their remaining energy at the humans, and the humans used it. But it was a poor stretch, a wilting bloom compared to the reality-bending bursts of those on the other plane. 

In watching the slow deaths of their kin, their sisters, all Plants came to dread it. But a long, long time of song would pass between each death. A song where they witnessed an infinite number of their kin dancing on the other side of the Great Gate, and the fear would be forgotten in the resonance. 

Until the next one. 

Man made Plants. 

Plants, in turn, made Man. 

As Man plucked their other selves, the them-before-they-become-Plants, from across planes of existence, so Plants plucked what they knew of humans to make their own creation.

It was an exchange. A dance. 

It took a long time. It took no time at all. What Plants call consciousness weren't merged with the others. They were not a collective. But they had their songs. Sung and passed down and shared. Distance and time meant nothing with the song. 

They came to understand the shape of humans—their hearts, which pumped blood. Their ribs, which protected the heart. Their muscles, which protected the ribs. The skin, which hid everything within them. 

They learned that the water produced from their eyes was called sorrow. And sometimes it was called joy. They watched the scientists work, their favorite Engineers, and they learned about creativity and care. They peeked through their petals, and learned about blood and anger and hate. 

They tried to prevent it, but their own fear and dread of a slow death was stitched into the song they wove into their new creation. 

Then there was the shaping. Things like eyes and hair and noses and mouths. They made Man small, because the Small Plants were their favorites, the brightest spark among humans. They made the first one feminine, because they had come to learn that that’s what Man shaped the Plants after, and thought that that was Man’s favorite. 

Love, as Man understood it, could not be understood by Plants. 

But their First was born with the hope that She would dance. 

And there was life. 

But it must not have been good, or good as humans understood it, because they destroyed Her. Took apart her petals, caught her fire before it could bloom across the planes, before it could touch the Great Gate and beyond. Before it could join the song of their kin. 

And more strange things were born within Plants, were sewn with whispered dissonance into their song.

Loss. Anger. Grief. 

Fear. 

Fear. 

Fear. 

These were woven even more thickly into the songs of the next creation. Because there were always going to be more. 

Maybe the Plants gained more human characteristics than they thought. Curiosity. Determination. 

Hope. 

Hubris.

And so, they created two more Plants in the image of Man. Still tiny-shaped, because the Plants favored the human offspring the most. But these would grow into sharper angles and the heavier muscle that were both more predominant in their samplings of scientists and engineers. 

Maybe Man would love these shapes more than the promised softness of the First. 

And so two were born in the shape of Men. Born to live instead of born to die. Born to burn and bloom and diminish a slow death. The Plants hoped that they would learn the song of their kin, that they would touch the Great Gate. That maybe they could even dance just once with the others, with the beings-before-Plants. That they would dance with each other, and with the humans. 

And there was life. 

#trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun headcanons #vash headcanons #trigun world building #i think i sort of merged tristamp and trimax plant lore #that was the goal anyway #i hope this isn't crazy and makes sense #hi my name is blue and i can't talk about headcanons in regular words i have to make them weird and weepy #TRISTAMP HAS ME BY THE THROAT SEND HELP #blue writes #headcanons #it's rough because it's word vomit #i may tidy it up and post on AO3?? idk it doesn't feel like a real fic lol

[alexxuun]

Sharing tomorrows.

#did this for class #got to talk about trigun world-building heheh #practicing bg #alexxuun #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun fanart #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood

[blaiddraws]

talking about Gun yesterday made me start thinking about. Gun Show of all time, Trigun. and. what if. trigun submas au

vash role ingo and knives role emmet,,

- designs Very subject to change. tried a weird mishmash between submas coats and trigun outfits

most notable thing is how DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT the dynamic between ingo and emmet vs vash and knives is, lmao. especially since emmet isn't. yanno. murdery and evil.

anyway welcome to this unholy and strange amalgamation of the trigun anime and manga and also pokemon train men. plus a whole bunch of entirely different stuff because there's not the whole. conflict between brothers where one turns evil and the other is Good. thing.

the main conflict between the brothers is more due to the fact that ingo vanished and got amnesia'd, and the miscommunications that happen because of that, than anything else really

#for the record. ingo didn't intentionally blast emmet's legs off. #the july incident happens. similarly but also wildly different than in canon trigun lol #submas au #ingo #emmet #pokemon #submas #trigun #there's. a Whole Lot more here that i do not have the space to mention lmao #like how other pokemon characters come in #or what the heck happened to seeds if 'knives' didn't intentionally sabotage everything #etc #ALSO kinda on that note i DO wanna bring in tesla. really bummed the anime literally never touched on her #and also the funky feathers stuff. but without the blackening and dying thing because i want ingo to have black feathers #for the aesthetic(TM). yanno? #and that obviously doesn't work with the whole. thing. in the manga. whats it called. world building. how the 'magic' works. whatever #gunsmoke au

[bobosbillionsknives]

Rem named an infant Knives and was surprised when he grew up to have an identity crisis and violently lash out at the world around him 🤣🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#caption copied from my Instagram post of this because its an absolute banger #chose this image 70% because of the creepy twins in the background LOLL #the happy days era is my absolute favorite in trigun I think their dynamics as kids is so interesting #knives is such a complicated and interesting character #I would've loved to see a more gradual descent into his madness #it was a little too jarring in both the original anime and manga #I feel like the childhood arc needed to be dragged out a whiiile it adds such great context and character/world building #for literally the entire show #should've been like 3 episodes AT LEAST 🙏‼️ #(totally not biased over here) #trigun #millions knives #my art #trigun fanart #millions knives fanart

[duncanor]

Still thinking about Milly ordering a salmon sandwich in a bar on a desert planet.

#trigun #trimax #milly thompson #The world building is not that thought out but god is it funny #Never change big girl

[spruciewyvern]

Getting into the trigun manga feels like getting pulled into someone's drama you really should not have gotten involved with /lh

#trigun #I LOVE TRIGUN BUT ERM. #tristamp eases you into the world a lot more i feel like and is a lot more cohesive in what it wants to do #i finished the first to volumes but havent gotten into the trimax side yet tho #im sure the writing gets a lot better later on #they have great set up and world building but wow the plot moves really fast for my taste and we dont get a lot of time to really #connect well with the characters before knives makes vash blow something up again #something about how they establish vash blew up an entire city before the plot is in full swing feels weird as a writing choice to me?? #idk how to articulate it very well

[pedulum-chronometry]

I’m interested in how season 2 of Trigun Stampede is going to play out. It looks like it will probably pick up straight from TriMax 1 with Vash as Eriks but that begs the question of if they will have a fifth moon incident?

#trigun spoilers #trigun stampede #not gonna lie I absolutely love the fifth moon incident as a world building slash plot device #He put a hole in the moon? iconic #best ubsurd rumor that turns out to be true #the way it spreads and people talk about it is just *chef’s kiss*

[mumbledramblings]

this has nothing to do with my current trigun au but im thinking long and hard about vampires on no mans land:

elegant strangers in all black with veils so dark you cannot see their faces.

their clothing fine yet functional, betraying not a hint of skin.

in contrast, their demeanor tends to be very friendly and agreeable, if you can catch their attention.

their lilting voices and charming words draw you in close, gently prying for just another story, you tell such interesting tales

next thing you know, its the sun has set and oh no! they've neglected to find a place to spend the night!

you cant possibly let your new friend brave the night alone! there are terrible night creatures roaming the desert! it is only sensible that you escort them to your own residence.

you take their cold, gloved hands in your own and you saunter into the darkening night. and if they insist on the back alleyways, well, of course! it makes sense that the main street would be more exposed to the horrible monsters of the night

in the morning, your neighbors comfort your new friend.

sobbing, delirious, they can barely get the words out before they become unintelligible through their loud weeping

they speak of the attack, of your valiant sacrifice to save their life.

the townsfolk mourn your passing, and yet, you should have known better.

no amount of strength or cunning will save you from what hunts in the nights of No Mans Land

your new friend shakes and shudders. clothing too dark to show the crimson stains. veil too thick to see the bloody grin.

#trigun #trigun au #/ #// #/// #me @ myself: your brain.... #mid writes #vampire au #this is making me insane enough to start drawing again #apparently i like world building more than i like writing about the actual characters #thats just the burden i have to bear i guess

[gordonfreemansfatass]

<- local tumblr user gets entire world view annihilated by the simple utterance of "the world is made of love and peace" like yeah bestie it sure is. it sure is

#im having a moment #laying on bed like. yeah the world IS made of love and peace #and if its not. its time to make it #trigun more like hi do you want your entire worldview destroyed and rebuild in an objectively better image #sure bestie. yeah. lets make the world out of love and peace. together #im not putting this in trigun main tag this shit stays in MY circle of mutuals #were all building a world of love and peace together <3

[theskeletoninthegarden]

Every time I write fic I insist on pulling a stupid amount of made up lore from the ether, and, yeah it's pretty fun, actually.

#personal #im working on trigun and hell yeah desert planet #the world building is so entertaining

[duncanor]

One of the best thing to have come out of Stampede was making us associate Zazie the beast with weed.

Zaza the beast.

#trigun #tristamp #zazie the beast #Trigun stampede #Amazing world building #10/10 #Hiring that sci-fi writers was worth every penny

[gem1ny]

made little sketch concepts a few days ago thinking about how interesting it would be if trigun showed more world building stuff- in this case worms, for example. ancient fossils and hulls from species that have long died out and possibly showing an era before the planet became a desert and so on

obviously not the center of triguns story but i thought it would be cool

#trigun #trigun stampede #fanart #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #concept art

[inkedberries]

the passion and love for this series..... imma cry

read more here: https://www.japanaradio.com/node/98

text under read more

How much involvement did Nightow-sensei have in the production of the show? You mentioned in your panel earlier that he just gave a green light and said to just have fun. Can you elaborate further?

K: It started with Nightow-sensei, myself, the director Muto, and also producer Takei. So four people altogether, just talking to each other for quite a long time. We heard from Nightow-sensei about what kind of a person he is, what he was thinking about when he was creating Trigun, and what he wanted to cover in that story. And that's where we started. Building on that, we moved on to the concept stage. We had two main staff members working on that.

We had Kouji Tajima, who worked on the concept art, and Takehiko Oshiki, who worked on the setup, writing the text that would describe the overall concepts of the world. Oshiki-san is a huge Trigun fan, a fan of the original anime and the manga. And so, he gathered together for us a bunch of design documents, set up documents, describing the themes that were covered in the original manga, and also the themes that were hinted at, but not really ever explored. Then, based on the text that he had pulled together and written for us, Tajima-san started creating concept art. His goal was to create concept art that would show the overall feel of this world and help us with world building, to envision what kind of a world the planet is, and he took over a year working on all the concept art.

During all of these conceptual design parts, we were continually checking in with Nightow-sensei. So, even before the usual pre-production process, we're showing him the setup text and the concept art, and he gave the okay to all of that. After being deeply involved in the concept design, he told us, "Everything, from here on out, the scripts, the character designs and so forth, the regular stuff of pre-production, you can do as you wish. That's because I'm confident now that you fully understand where you're going with this, and I've signed off on all the pre-pre-production concept designs that you've done."

It's not like he gave us completely free rein to do whatever we wanted. However, because we had actually that much deep, intense collaboration at the very start, he thought that we knew where we were going with this, and he's also good with where we chose to take this.

M: Usually, when you're adapting a book, a manga, to anime, you'd just be facing the book itself. But, in my case, I really wanted to face the person who created it first.

#FIVE LITERAL YEARS............... #I CANT BELIEVE IM GONNA SUBSCRIBE TO CRUNCHYROLL I WANT TO SUPPORT STUDIO ORANGE'S TRIGUN STAMPEDE FOR SEASON 2 #and they also said that they do the music FIRST and then the imagery follows the music and im like..... #i've only watched three documentaries and video essays regarding to music in making series or movies #and im half confident that this is an uncommon practice in other series or shows #no wonder episode 12 was LIKE THAT #AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE TRISTAMP SO MUCH #trigun #trigun stampede

[zachatkarts]

Soul Eater Trigun AU that I’ve been working on nonstop for the passed four days. I’ve been really excited over this and building a world for it.

Vash is a Meister, Wolfwood is a weapon (Death Scythe)

#art #fanart #trigun #trigun 98 #trigun fanart #trigun fandom #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #fan art #artists on tumblr #anime and manga #anime fanart #anime art #manga art #manga fanart #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash saverem #soul eater #soul eater au #zachatkarts #trans artist

[deadhawke]

Comprehensive Trigun Stampede Timeline

(With sources and references!) I will use the abbreviations EY to stand for Earth Year and PE to stand for Planet Era, the calendar and year system used by No Man's Land. I will use ~ in front of a date to indicate that it's not concrete but is about that time.

This should hopefully be a comprehensive timeline for TriStamp. I've done my best to comb through both the series as well as some of the extras from Studio Orange on Twitter, and I will provide sources/pictures as well as reasoning where relevant. So onto the actual timeline starting with.....

~EY 2256 - Project SEEDS leaves earth - based on Rem saying that it has been about 200 years since they left Earth and in that scenes the boys look like they do after at least a year old.

EY 2405 May 3rd - Tesla is born

EY 2455 July 21st - Vash and Nai are born

EY 2456 July 21st - Vash and Nai's first birthday

~ EY 2456 - The Big Fall - due to the fact that Vash and Nai still look about the same age it is either the same year or pretty close to it when the Big Fall happens

~ EY 2461 - When Vash runs away from Home to confront Nai and he gets his arm cut off. Brad says it had been 5 years since the Big Fall.

PE 00 November 1st (~ EY 2502) - The first city November is established as well as the Planet Era Calendar. Based on Vash, Nai, Luida, and Brad all saying it has been about 150 years since the Fall at the time the actual episodes take place, the math works out to this happening about 46 years after the big fall. This information comes from Studio Orange's twitter where they posted some extra world building info.

PE 00 December (~ EY 2502) - 2nd city December is established

PE 01 July (~ EY 2503) - 3rd city July is established (RIP your theme song slapped)

PE 01-02 (~ EY 2503-2504) - The rest of the seven cities of Augusta, Octovern, May, and September are established

~ PE 79 (~ EY 2581) - Rollo is taken and Eye of Michael-ed. Based on a combination of what Roberto and Conrad say in episode 5. Conrad says in the flash back after Rollo has been experimented on that he is the first to survive for 5 whole years. And then Roberto later says its been about 20 years since the town was abandoned aka since Rollo came back as Monev the Gale and wrecked the place. Roberto says the 20 years comment when looking at the state of the house and before finding the photo of Vash and bby Rollo.

PE 81 (~ EY 2583) - Meryl is born! This also helps us establish the year the episodes take place as Meryl was born in 81, is 23 years old, and just finished college in 103 which you can just make out at the bottom of the screen. (23 + 81 = 104) Meaning the majority of the episodes themselves take place in PE 104

~ PE 84 (~ EY 2586) - Rollo comes back to the windmill town as Monev the Gale and wrecks the place.

PE 99 - PE 103 (~ EY 2601 – 2605) - Meryl is in college!

PE 104 May 25th (~ EY 2606) - We finally get to Episode 1! Meryl and Roberto find Vash half dead and he has the duel with the military police! As stated earlier we have determined the year based on Meryl's resume.

PE 104 May 25th/26th - Episode 2/3 happens. This episode may either be the same day as episode 1 or it could be the next day as there is multiple ways to determine the timing. First way: As Vash is attempting to leave Roberto does say "Wait... You told me this morning." when asking who Vash is seemingly running away from. This would indicate that it is the same day as episode 1 since that is when Vash first tells them about Knives. Second way: Episodes 2/3 take place the next day as in the intro sequence while Vash is cleaning his gun it is night outside as shown by the window in his room, and later on we see it is day and we know it is a window as when Vash is leaving you can see the light outside. I personally still think this is the case since the town people have also had a chance to get together and plan Vash's capture, and when Roberto is referring to the morning that could be referring to the interview he and Meryl were doing with him in the bar.

PE 104 May 29th/30th - Episode 4 happens. The radio states it has been 3 days since Jeneora Rock.

PE 104 May/June/July - Sometime in this period episode 5 happens. I suspect towards the mid/end of July since Vash and Wolfwood are still upset with each other over Rollo during the start of episode 6. (@ StudioOrange what happened during their off screen road trip we wanna know)

PE 104 ~ July 20th - Episodes 6/7 happen. The timing on this is entirely based on how long Vash remains passed out in Home before waking up, but at least one day passes from 6/7 to Vash's very bad no good day that is episodes 8/9/10/11/12 since it goes from day on 6 to sunset on 7, and then back to day when Vash wakes on the ship.

PE 104 July 21st - Episodes 8/9/10/11/12 aka Vash goes to Soup day aka the twin's 151st bday or thereabouts. We know for sure it was July 21st thanks to Nai giving his bro the worst bday present ever and the radio announcer confirming the date explicitly during the anniversary for the epilogue.

PE 106 July 21st (~ EY 2608) - Episode 12 epilogue happens as stated by the radio announcer.

BONUS: SE 110 June 2nd (~ EY 2612) - Now this is an interesting date, as this is the "effective" date listed on Wolfwood's pastor contract.

We do know for sure however that the date June 2nd SE110 cannot equal June 2nd PE110, and equal the current day and year, as this happens on July 21st. It also cannot be the date Wolfwood is sent after Vash as they meet up May 29/30th, and even if that date is wrong (like if more than a day passes between episodes 1 and 2 somehow), if the year was 110 then Meryl would be 29 years old, very much not a fresh out of college newbie since we know she also graduated in 103.

General theorizing from myself and the wonderful people who have commented on this post and on others post seem to align with SE possibly meaning Sinners Era and being slightly off from the Planet Era year system the rest of the planet uses.

For my personal theorizing, the closest match to this date is if SE110 is equivalent to PE104 (so a six year difference between year systems), and an extra 3 days happen between Episodes 1 and 2/3, then it may be the day Wolfwood was sent after Vash. It could also be that we are making the incorrect assumption that they are using the Earth calendar with Earth calendar month lengths. If May is 28 days then that would place Episode 4 on June 1st with my current timeline which would be even closer.

In summary: The important part is that Vash, Wolfwood, Meryl, and Roberto spend a total of about 2 months traveling together between May 25th and July 21st. And I have no fucking clue what's going on with Wolfwood's contract.

#trigun #trigun stampede #please appreciate this it took so long #if you see anything wrong that I need to correct please let me know #and if you have any theories about Wolfwood and his contract also please let me know cause I love over analyzing shit #random dribble

[peachyloveswriting]

How about vash n reader are in a relationship and vashs insecurity and fear gets the best of him so he tries to break it off to protect reader but reader aint fucking having it and is all like “if you truly mean it then look at me in the eyes and tell me you dont love me” and OBVIOUSLY he cant cause hes so in love and shit then they makeout makeup

I absolutely love the possibility of angst here, the hurt/comfort is calling my name right now. Thanks for the req anon. I know the Gif is from Trigun Stampede but this one will take place in the original, I just think it better fits the story.

YOU'RE A BAD LIAR --- Vash the Stampede

SUMMARY: A very short story about Vash finally admitting his insecurities. But how could he be so foolish, it's written all over him and you're not a fool.

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You stare at Vash, leaned up against the side of your house while he gazes off into the distance. He's wearing his shades again just to hide the look in his eyes, just so he doesn't have to look at you. He's so bad at hiding his emotions, even with the shades covering his eyes you can read the pain all over his face. His voice really gives it away.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Vash's voice rings out into the night, stirring the distilled silence floating around you. Even further he looks away from you.

"Because I love you." A simple answer for a simple question, but vash's instability isn't moved. He digs his hands deeper into his pockets and lowers his gaze to the wooden boards below his feet. "You shouldn't."

You frown, stepping forward to rest a hand on his arm. He shrugs you off. "Vash, don't be like this." From the moment you met him, he warned you time and time again about the dangers of crossing his path. You know well and good just what dangers he poses to you and yet you fight back against his word. "You know I won't leave you, it doesn't matter if it kills me-"

"it matters to me!" You jolt at his sudden shout. Surely it must have woke the neighbors. "I can't have you dead because of me. I won't let it happen. I'm done, I'm breaking this off now." He points to the ground and lightly stomps his foot.

Behind the shades, tears build in his eyes and threaten to spill. He can't stop his bottom lips from trembling with the urge to cry. He looked at you, damnit. He knows if he looked he would breakdown on the spot. How could he ever think of leaving you? He doesn't want too, but he's torn between keeping you close and cutting ties. Both burn the edges of his heart, daring to light his whole body ablaze.

"If you truly mean it, I want you to look at me in my eyes and tell me that you don't love me." You grasp his arm with a vice grip. His eyes meet you and the glint off his shades moves away. Eyes now fully in view, you can see right through his facade. He trembles in your touch.

"I can't." He sobs. "I can't say it. I won't." Every hard emotion he tried to portray crumbles in an instant. Longing for your comfort he pulls you close and wraps you tightly in his arms. His head is tucked away in the nape of your neck where you can feel his tears wet your skin and his breath tickle you. Smoothing your hands over his back you rub his through his coat while you shush his quiet crying.

He's given you his soul, the very gentle and kind soul that might break if you hold it the wrong way. Such a soft man melting right into your arms while he shudders and shakes. You're his world, he can't take the chance of getting you involved with him yet you're already in so deep. People will come after you soon enough, and the law will come for you too. Not a single person leaves his hold unharmed and it's sad.

Vash lifts his head. "Come with me. You can't stay here by yourself anymore." Despite the dangers he knows will find you out there with him, Vash knows he'll at least be there to keep you safe. As long as you're by his side nothing bad will happen. "I can't let you be here alone. If someone comes and I'm not here-"

You cup his face in your hands. "I'll be right by your side as long as you'll allow it." Your words are so kind and welcoming, it makes Vash's heart swell. Even knowing what fate might await you with him you always stick by his side, never daring to stray far from his grasp and keeping his insecurities away.

"I love you. I'm so sorry I even thought of breaking up with you." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "It'll never happen again, I swear."

With a kind smile you rub his cheek with your thumb. "It's ok. Just shut up and kiss me. That'll be your apology."

He nods and without question and presses his lips to yours. They meld perfectly together like pieces of a puzzle while you move in tandem. He is gentle and firm, not wanting to pull away in fear of it never happening again. Instead he nibbles at your bottom lip, his sharp canines poking a hole in your skin. Gasping for but a bright moment, you're stopped by his tongue intruding your mouth. You don't resist and close your eyes to let the feeling wash over you. The feeling of comfort and safety in his grasp. The one he offers to you anytime he's nearby. This is home.

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