Mild Trigun Oneshots

Patchwork Holiday (Wolfwood x GN!Reader)

Plot: You lend a hand in getting Hopeland's community center ready for the annual holiday celebration. It is a crock pot of old and new traditions and Wolfwood has dragged something horrendous down from the attic to be lovingly decorated.

Tags: No use of "Y/N", Established Relationship, Fluff, Festive Cheer, Holiday Traditions, Christmas Tree Decorating, Banter, Bickering, Gentle Wolfwood, Playfulness, Physical Tenderness, Shoulder Ride, Mistletoe, Shenanigans, Kissing

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"What is this hideous thing?" you ask loudly as you stare at the large triangular monstrosity towering over you. It is scraggly with weirdly bent green appendages reaching out from a center post.

"Sweetheart, that is a tree," Wolfwood says calmly, but with very clear amusement, as he carries another stack of boxes into the room.

"That thing is a tree?" Your outrage grows as you turn to him in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that some lunatics are paying millions to have this ugly things? I know trees are rare and all, but are they worth the effort if they are going to look like a cat that has gone through the digestive tract of a worm?"

To your great dismay, Wolfwood lets out a laugh. He sets the stack of boxes on the cushion of an armchair before stepping over to you. With one practiced motion, his arm reaches around you, holding you by your waist to pull you closer, hip to hip.

"I say we sell this abomination and live comfortably ever after," you suggest, looking up at Wolfwood's stupid grinning face.

"Doll, that is a fake tree. Even if we could sell the community center's tree, we would not be set for life, I'm afraid," he chuckles and only gets egged on by the expression on your face. "Why are you looking like that?"

"I mean, if it is fake, why make it look like an old bottle brush?" You grumble, hiding your eyes by looking down at the floor.

"Darling, you gotta give it a chance!" He laughs even harder than before. He steps closer to the large thing he dragged down from the dusty attic earlier and starts to straighten out the fuzzy appendages that have been squished into strange angles. He bends the branches and fluffs out the bristles until the stem starts to look presentable. "See?"

"I guess..." you admit reluctantly and stand beside him to lend a hand. "Remind me again why we're doing this?"

"The holidays are around the corner?" Wolfwood sounds confused as he peeks over to you.

"Yes, of course, but I mean not everyone has a jumbo-sized pipe cleaner in their house, and I thought we were just supposed to help with some renovations? I understand you know the owner?"

"Well, the renovations were part of this. Every year there is a big party here for the holidays. Local musicians play festive tunes, and craftsmen and traders set up their stalls. Everyone comes by this place. The children from the orphanage especially look forward to this. Each year they put on a play for the entire community." He smiles as he speaks. It's not his regular sly grin, but instead it is soft and gentle. "I guess it's not very common to have a fake bristly tree these days, but it has become a part of the Hopeland holiday cheer along with so many other old and new traditions people bring. From the stories I've been told, this holiday is very, very old; even on Earth it was old. People had different names for it and different customs and different reasons to celebrate. I doubt there is anyone here who could tell us any details from that time, but to me it doesn't matter."

"You love the holidays, don't you, hun?" You swing your hip into him, making him stagger to the side.

"Of course! Food and drinks! Traders with interesting goods!" he boasts, reaching up to fluff another branch. "Only the best time of the year."