Random Oneshots

Eye of the Hurricane | Vash the Stampede

A lil oneshot of my babygirl Vash because he has thoroughly rotted my brain. 🤭 (I say little but it's 4k words long)

Warnings: Angst, Major Character death, mentions of suicide, hurt no comfort. Read with caution.

Enjoy bitches

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Calm before the storm...

Vash finally bites the bullet, or in this case, he bites the dust.

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Vash thinks you're the most wonderful person he has ever met.

He thinks this as he watches you drunk, shoulder to shoulder with Wolfwood (who is equally as drunk), swaying side to side, singing along with the music. He thinks that he is so blessed to have you in his life. Of course, he feels the same with the others, but you more so. Maybe it's the booze talking but he knows that even without the alcohol buzzing his brain, he would still gaze at you softly and think that you're the most wonderful person ever.

He also knows that even without the alcohol, he would still think of the ways he could possibly leave you whether out of his own volition or not. Afterall, he is a dangerous man to be with. Disaster follows him wherever he goes. He knows he could never be with you, whether he wanted to or not, whether you liked him or not. Because if word gets around that there is someone who is more important to him than his own life, people will come left and right to harm you (and by extension, him). And he doesn't know if he could live with himself if he got you hurt. He doesn't want that life for you, so he tries the best he can to fight against his feelings for you to keep you safe. This is the best thing he can do for you, he thinks, even when it hurts him instead.

"So, when are you going to confess?"

Vash yelps in surprise before realizing that it was Meryl who spoke. He puts a hand to on his chest to calm his erratic heart and sighs in relief. "M-Meryl! H-how long have you been there?" He smiles and chuckles sheepishly, embarrassed that he didn't even notice Meryl.

"Just the moment you were staring at your crush." She raised her eyebrows at the word 'crush'.

'So basically, the entire time...' Vash thought. He sighed, "Is it that obvious?"

With no hesitation, "Oh yes, but apparently not obvious enough for them." She paused. "So, are you?" Continuing back to her previous question.

Vash's eyes turn soft, mellow, sad. "I don't think i can... I doubt they even like me back!" He forced out a laugh (more like a choke if you asked Meryl). A possibility of you not liking him back is partially a reason for him not confessing, a stupid reason. Protecting you, however, that's a more valid reason. He doesn't voice these concerns.

Meryl stared at him, looking at him like he's the stupidest person on this whole planet, hell, the whole universe. "Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way they look at you?"

His eyes widen. "No..?" He shrugs his shoulders sheepishly. He does notice. He just doesn't want to believe it.

Meryl pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "I can't believe the most wanted gunman is this dense when it comes to feelings," she mutters.

Vash deflated. Meryl noticed and immediately felt guilty. Pushing the thought of Vash's sad puppy face aside, Meryl sighs. "Answer me this," Vash perked up immediately. "Why have you already rejected the idea that you have even a sliver of a chance? Why are you so set on the fact that they might not like you back?"