a blank ticket with (home) penciled in
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i'm gonna lay down my sword and shield by chuchisushi
Fandoms: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Maximum (Manga)
26 Oct 2024
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Wolfwood had refused to get married until he was sure that he and Vash could make it through their first dance.
Or: A family emergency knocks Vash akilter and back into the life of Vash the Stampede. Wolfwood does his utmost to bring his husband home, back into the life they'd built together.
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- Part 1 of a blank ticket with (home) penciled in
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to my love: let me help carry that weight by chuchisushi
Fandoms: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Maximum (Manga)
19 Dec 2024
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On Wednesday, Vash realizes that Wolfwood is getting sick and promptly pretends that he hadn’t noticed.
It’s his food, is what gives it away. As a rule of thumb, Wolfwood likes spicy things, sour things, and flavors strong enough to clear Vash’s sinuses; so when Vash notices the smallish pot simmering on the stove Wednesday night, he’s careful to keep his tone just curious (not assessing: Wolfwood will know that Vash knows if Vash is assessing) when he asks, “Is that congee for me?”
Wolfwood visibly starts where he’d been zoning out next to the stove. There’s a crease between his eyebrows when he wheels to face Vash. “Y’said y’wanted bread,” Wolfwood tells him like that answers Vash’s question; in a way (in the way of the shared language of their relationship) it does. Vash had said he’d wanted bread; and the congee is very obviously not bread; so the contents of the pot merrily bubbling away on the stove aren’t for Vash.
Which means they’re for Wolfwood. And Wolfwood never wants plain congee unless he’s feeling bad.
Wolfwood gets sick, and Vash does what he can about it.
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- Part 2 of a blank ticket with (home) penciled in
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gild the lily heavy with love by chuchisushi
Fandoms: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Maximum (Manga)
21 Jan 2025
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A comfortable silence falls. Vash watches Wolfwood knit and savors the little things. Wolfwood has settled so much that he’s now on the cusp of dozing off: his eyes are half-lidded. He’s been lulled into contentment with his hands busy and his head blank and his heart soothed by Vash’s company. They have nowhere to be. Nothing to do save rest and recuperate from yesterday; and Vash had affirmed with their little back-and-forth that he wanted Wolfwood happy and healthy and that he’d be delighted to see Wolfwood dolled up as pretty as he wanted to be.
Vash starts massaging around Wolfwood’s left knee as he contemplates his spouse, and Wolfwood moans (actually moans!) and lets his knitting drop as his eyes completely close. “Wow, that good?” Vash teases; Wolfwood huffs at Vash’s tone but nods. His black hair fans against the black leather of their couch. His eyelids flutter. God, he’s pretty. He’s so pretty like this: when he’s soft and honest to himself and Vash about what he wants.
Wolfwood has some crummy feelings about being waiter-assigned-top. Vash goes down on his wife about it.
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- Part 3 of a blank ticket with (home) penciled in