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    Wolfwood watches her leave, feeling trepidation in the pit of his stomach. What had Vash managed to get himself into this time? Wolfwood's normal skills of shoot first and ask questions later are of no use here, and he pauses before opening the door and peering inside.

    It's obviously a storage closet of some kind; there are cleaning materials on the floor and a mop propped up against one side. A chair has been dragged in and set against the other wall, and Wolfwood lets his eyes scan over Vash. He's not wearing what he'd had on earlier, not just the coat; he's in a set of sweats and a tee that Wolfwood has seen him sleep in. His eyes are closed, and he's leaning against the wall, seemingly not noticing or at least not caring that someone has opened the door. There are drying white smears across his cheeks and chin, and vomit down the front of his shirt. Wolfwood swallows down the instinctual anger, the rage boiling within him.

    This is what Vash had been doing on his own? It's clear enough, even to Wolfwood, what's been going on here, and even if it wasn't the large wet spot on the crotch of Vash's sweatpants would confirm.

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    25 Jul 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 51

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    Don't you think it's ridiculous that Trigun '89 never had a hot springs episode? Well it does now.

    PLEASE NOTE this fic is not affiliated with Willy's Water Wagon or Willy's Water World Resort of Glory Springs (hereafter referred to as WWWRGS LLC) and no formal endorsement is intended or implied.

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    22 Jul 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 18

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    Vash keeps setting off the fire alarm in his apartment block in the middle of the night, lucky for him his local firefighter is pretty hot.

    AKA five times Vash set off a fire alarm, and one time Wolfwood did...

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    20 Jul 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    The other man grins, tilting his head to one side slightly, “You’re in luck, then,” he says, “We have both. Rosa’ll be happy to have you, the roof needs work and the windows are all drafty. I’m not much help, considering,” he gestures at his empty shirtsleeve. “There’s a room upstairs, opposite mine.”

    Wolfwood raises an eyebrow, “You sure? You just met me.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, enjoying the way the burn flows down his throat.

    The other man shrugs, “I'm a good judge of character,” he says, and Wolfwood can’t help but snort.

    Wolfwood gives him a look and then unbuttons his coat and shoves aside his jacket to show his shoulder holster. “Still think that?”

    The other man shrugs again, “You’d be stupid not to, traveling around. Like I said, I’m a good judge of character. You’re a nice guy, I can tell.”

    Wolfwood takes another sip of his whiskey before shrugging his jacket and coat back into place and stretching out his hand, “Nicholas D. Wolfwood,” he says.

    The other man smiles and shakes his hand with a surprisingly steady grip. “Eriks,” he says.

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    a vashwood fairytale au loosely inspired by the snow queen

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    15 Jul 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 10

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    Vash is pinned down.

    He should never have let it get this far, he'd let his guard down too much, snuck away from Wolfwood so he wouldn't have to contend with that look he gives him when Vash drinks too much.

    He shouldn't have drunk so much.

    He could get away, could flip the man pinning him down into the dirty, broken glass-riddled alleyway, but the gun nudging against his temple gives him pause. He's not sure he's faster than this man's trigger finger, the man's breath coming hot and nauseating against the back of his neck.

    He could get away though. Probably. If he could just make his limbs move. It's happened before, his mind and his body unsynced to the point where his limbs feel heavy and sluggish. He thinks maybe the man drugged his drink or maybe that's just wishful thinking, his own brain concocting a world where he isn't to blame for this.

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    03 Jul 2025