Mild Trigun Oneshots

Stormy Night (SingleDad!Vash x F!Reader)

Tags: post-Trimax (some spoilers), no use of y/n, pregnancy, childbirth, death, angst, talk of suicide, widow Vash, single father Vash

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Is he nothing more than an agent of Death? The countless lives that he has taken would suggest so. He is nothing more than doom incarnate, and he can never atone for that. From the crash to his brother's last attempt at genocide and everything in between, the blood of millions stain Vash's hands red. The guilt has chained him for nearly all his life, and he thought nothing could ease it, but you became his constant source of hope. With you by his side, Vash felt like there might be some hope of redemption after all—that as long as he lived, he could do something to lessen his sins.

Some years after the arrival of Earth's forces, life took on a very different rhythm for Vash. He found himself smiling more often and laughing genuinely, feeling a sense of peace that he hadn't experienced in 150 years. A new kind of life dawned before him—a life of peace. He no longer needed to run. He had the chance to see life flourish on Noman's Land with the help and resources of the newcomers. For the first time, he could breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that things were looking up for humanity on this planet. The struggles and hardships of the past were finally behind them. He could now focus on building a future with you.

You settled down around The Garden with other survivors, among them friends you had made along the way, including Milly and Livio, who found each other through mutual grief. Together, you all worked towards creating a sense of community and rebuilding life. The apple tree in the middle of The Garden, became a symbol of hope and new beginnings for all of you, but few knew the true significance behind it. You and Vash looked forward to the future; a strange new prospect for him was that the two of you could grow old together as humans.

Instead of running, you built a home. Instead of cutting short the strands of life, you tied yours together in marriage. Instead of death, there was life—you got pregnant. The future looked brighter than ever before. The tears kept streaming down Vash's face as you broke the news to him. He couldn't believe it, but he was overjoyed to become a father. The joy and excitement in his eyes made all the struggles and uncertainties worth it. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together as a family.

During your pregnancy, Vash was the happiest he had ever been. He took every opportunity to dote on you, to flaunt his beautiful wife, and to talk about your growing family. He hugged you every chance he got, his hands always resting protectively on your belly. Every morning, he would place a kiss on your forehead and another on your tummy. Each time he noted how much your bump had swollen, a proud smile on his face. He enjoyed every moment he could spend with you and his growing family. And the happiness only increased as he found out you were expecting twins. He couldn't wait to meet his two bundles of joy and hold them in his arms for the first time. His heart was full of love and anticipation for the new chapter of his life that was about to begin. His cheeks felt painful from the wide smile always gracing his face. He felt overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude.

The months went by so slowly, yet so fast, but he knew that every moment was worth the wait. You prepared together by building the nursery and getting clothes and supplies. Vash even practiced by swaddling a stray cat who had become a permanent resident of the new settlement. Peace, like he had never felt before, filled his days.

In his bliss, he forgot the most important truth he had learned from a very young age: he is misfortune, he is death. His happiness is destined to turn to ashes in his mouth. Everyone and everything he has ever loved is doomed to suffer and die. His mother, his brother, his best friend, humanity. You. You are no exception.

Vash was on high alert the moment you started to show signs of discomfort, but you kept assuring him that it wasn't time yet. It should have still been a few weeks before your babies were supposed to arrive. You acted like it was nothing; you had heard it was normal to have fake contractions, so you brushed it all off, but Vash rarely took his eyes off you. After a full day of feeling like you're being punched in the gut, your water broke and the real contractions started.