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"Ghost" Trigun x reader

"Ghost" Trigun x reader

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You've been living as a ghost for what feels like decades now. You live as a shadow in a dead town waiting in this infernal limbo, trying to keep a grasp on what's left of your sanity. No one can see you, no one can hear you, no one can touch you; that is until a particular infamous criminal in a crimson cloak appears in your town. How can he see you, hear you...touch you? Is he the 'diablo' coming to drag you further into hell, or an angel sent to save you? You can't seem to bring yourself to care, as the more time you spend with this mysterious man the more he seems to bring your existence into reality. As you materialize, so do unknown feelings in both your hearts. But will they have a chance to take root and bloom before it's too late? Cover art credit to the amazingly kind and talented @Tin_Eyahh ❤❤❤ -Spoilers for all adaptations of trigun! - Vash x reader fluff, eventual smut - Knives x reader, eventual smut If youre interested, I have a small playlist for this fanfic on spotify under the same name: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7eNiEAqI1AZ3h1gxuWyKmK?si=0260fad050a243a4
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Wolfwood has long since come to terms with the fact that there is no god. There is simply no other explanation for the atrocities he is subjected to day in and day out. The Bible passages the preacher used to share at the orphanage may as well have been fairytales for all the relevance they've had to his short and miserable life. That is until the good begins to reveal itself to him. And once he begins seeing it, he can't look away. Maybe there's more to this life than he thought. (crossposted from ao3)

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