Historias de Vashthestampedexreader

[Y/N] was just in town for some rest and relaxation when she finds herself protecting a kid from a group of gunslingers. Where she meets three particular bystanders to this conflict.

"Any world where we are both living," Your other hand is on top of his chest already, fingers spread over the length of his sternum. They stretched almost as long as the scars that were drawn across his skin but held the color that his blemishes lacked. "Breathing," Your hand inched towards his beating heart, contracting at an alarming rate for his own good. You must have felt it running rampant in the palm of your hand as if you had physically removed it from its cavity, "Full of love is a world exactly where we belong."

(Vash The Stampede X Reader) Sometimes when I'm down, I think about him. And then he makes me smile.

𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 . . . A woman named Y/n DeChu Donowitz A.K.A "The Walking Wipe Out" and her dog Mischa, meet two reporters while seeking shelter from the harsh desert. One thing is for sure, Donowitz would never have guessed that she was getting herself tangled in. ╰─▸ ❝ @[chimgin]

150 years. 150 bullets. 150 drabbles of your relationship with Vash the Stampede as it grows, wanes, forms, shifts, and transforms. Inspired by "150 Bottled Fairies" by BlueMoon_Cafe, a work near and dear to my heart for years now. Take a load off and stick around.