Modern!Trigun Au Plot/ideas

Modern!Trigun au plot/ideas

Mine do not steal! @sweetchildcloud property!

It all started when I was drawing my sona with their child that they had with wolfwood, clover

WARNING SAD/DEATH HEAD!

Von(my sona) is pregnant and struggles to give birth to their child,it all happened in their house in wich Wolfwood called Vash for help, yes Vash can go in house and help in labour on requesta, and so they are there in assistance. The child is soon born, however, Von was down with an high fever in wich it didn't help the situation but at least they can hold the child and comment on it before slowly succumbing to the complications of labor, causing Wolfwood and Vash to become hysterical over the matter

So they vow to care for the child as Von would have wanted it.

(I know it sad I'm sorry)

This is just a sketch comic of their first Halloween

Also in my modern!trigun au

Vash is a doctor,nurse,even surgeon, he participate in donating,helping poors

Wolfwood is a professor/kindergarten teacher along Livio (so taht they can keep an eye on Clover too)

Robert is a bartender

Milly and Meryl are the maid of Robertos cafe/bar

Knives was a criminal now released

In my au plants still live but added in human society and sometimes some of them go in special places to donate energy to the city

But still there still hate for them

Humans think that vash is doing this for attention,that he is a plant that he thinks that he is better than humans

knives hates humans but helps in any way pants childrens or half and half children but he despise adults

infact he once killed some criminals humans got arrested and now he is relesaed,he can create knives out of him,he will not kill anymore but will punch,battle,infact he gets in many bar fights for his past but he doesnt care,he always wins

"gotta show what a strong plant do when is pushed too much" knives

Vash:

°here vash its called vash the sugar coated

°Hes a psychologist,surgeon,pediatrician basically the health care of the city,there are many others but since he lived more than humans he know how to act

°Hes a good soul,helping the poor,participant in manifestations,helping the weak,teaching his job or things about bullism,sex education,helping others at schools

°When Vash gives birth to a baby(helps the mother), he begins to cry like a fountain as if to say: "He's alive, he was born thanks to me, I helped him" and then he congratulates the baby's mother

°then during the birth she says words of encouragement such as: "you are doing great" "a little more" "breathe everything is fine, you are doing a great job"

°He starts crying when he hears the baby crying he gets emotional because hell he just helped a woman giving birth to a new life thanks to him

°*cash hold the baby snuggling it*

"Mr.Vash can I hold my baby now?"

*sniff* "oh..yeah srry"

Knives:

°Here knives is a tsundere,hes not evil like in the original anime but still a hot headed guy,rebellious,violent,it will take time for him too get attached to someone,he and his brother losted Rem because of humans in a revolution against plants in the..80? Well heck they watched Rem being assassinated by humans because she was protecting some specimens

°He was an assassin who in the end killed his boss without anybody noticing

Wich brought us in the present where he was arrested for killing some human criminals

°Poor bean he just wanted the best for his brother so he started killing for him but Vash didn't want that,he kept telling him that not all humans are bad that there will be people like Rem but Knives doesn't believe him:"how..how can u say something like that.. they call us monster when ..WHEN THEY TOOK AWAY REM! SHE BEGGED THEM TO STOP BUT..THEY ARE THE MONSTERS VASH! I WILL KILL THEM ALL!" Wich he did in that time,he was full of hatred,despair so much that Vash didn't know what to do but he always stick with him,they were the only family he had left but one day Vash was kidnapped by some men and solded him by a woman who teached him about being kind,helping others,then he found out his passion for animals, the woman was a veterinary so she had a big garden full of flowers and animals that roamed freely, this in the 1870

Knives on the other hand was took under military action,tortured and all that,thinking that is bro was dead

Vash was devastated when the woman died at aged 100,it felt like a second rem for him,he started writing at knives that was what made Knives changed from killing criminals, now he lives with his bro in the old woman house both happy and all but knives is afraid to tell his brother what he had done in the past,he doesn't regret it but he's afraid of his brother judgement

But the thing knives doesn't know is that he knew about is brother past because the woman for searching for him to reunited with his brother infact she has filed about him and all that

"Its sad to see a family being torned so abruptly and fast, I will do everything I can to help your brother, vash,I know your brother feeling, I despise humanity too they took away my husband and son,my whole family for being Jewish, I managed to escape but..nevertheless I kept living enjoy life,helping others do that they don't feel like us

Listen sweetheart want a cup of tea? I will brew some"

°Also knives tries to be better,he still doesn't like humans but doesn't kill them at least,he has many panick attacks due to his other him tell him that he cang change that his brother will hate him and all that

Vash will help him,holding his face in his hands telling him to breathe to do not listen to it,do look at his brother

This is all hope u had fun reading it

Pls pls fo go check them out

May I ask for a request for spike x reader?! Reader is quite a soft person by nature & tends to wear their heart on their sleeve but most of their life was surrounded by people who saw such traits as a weakness. They feel no one truly understands them and feels a bit out of place, so they tend to daydream a lot. But Spike, despite being a rugged bounty hunter, ends up loving those very traits about them 🙏🥺

A Dreamer's Doo-Wop (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 (𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟) 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱!!! 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀! 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s not unusual to find you here.

  It’s a seat in a corner, by a window. The big window, as you and Ed (and now the entire crew), have taken to calling it. For the longest time when it was just him and Jet and their empty pockets, this seat went unnoticed. Forgotten about. Gathering and gathering dust and cobwebs and all sorts of lonely things like it just never existed. And then things happened, and suddenly one day after a trip to Europa- there’s you. And now, there’s you in your favorite spot. The seat by the window. No more dust. No more cobwebs. He used to think of it as lonely. But now when he sees it? 

  He calls it home.

  Of course, he doesn’t use it as often as you do now that you’ve joined the crew. Everyone who calls the Bebop home has spent a moment or two sitting in that special place of yours- but it’s still yours. It’s always going to be yours. So it’s not unusual to find you there. Sitting in it comfortably for hours and hours to no end. It’s not unusual to find you like this at all. 

  Starring outside the window, gazing at the stars. A blanket you took from home draped over your legs and a few pillows you bought from a market on Mars a little after you joined the crew. You’re thinking about something. It’s written all over your face, even though you have it half turned away from him. Still, he can tell. After all this time living with you, he knows. One hand on your chin, supporting your head as your distracted eyes look at all the world has to offer you. The other hand, down by your waist- absently stroking a sleeping Ein’s fur as the dog curls up in your lap without a care in the world. He sees it too clearly. There’s something on your mind. 

And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to find out what. 

  “Hey,” Spikes murmurs quietly, trying not to break the peaceful atmosphere you created for yourself. He stands right by the entrance to this room, leaning against the wall to give you all the space you needed before he draws closer to you. But perhaps, it was too quiet of an attempt. You make no move to show that you heard his voice. Your fingers never stop making their way through Ein’s fur for a moment. Nor does your mind ever seem to have stopped moving to register his words. You’re off in your own little world. Distracted, as usual. But that won’t stop him from trying to find you- where you drifted off to this time.“You there, sweetheart?”

  Sweetheart.

  It wasn’t supposed to happen. In fact, he had been trying to keep that from happening for so, so long. And yet, the nickname slips out so easily. Almost as if it was second nature. But again, you don’t seem to hear a word that had been said to you. You just don’t.

  Still, that does little to stop Spike’s cheeks from growing warm and his overall embarrassment from that small moment of no composure. His saving grace is that you’re still looking at the stars. Still stroking Ein’s fur. Still off in your own world. He could only imagine your reaction to something so bold coming from him. You wouldn’t have been able to handle hearing something so intimate. Hell, you’re hardly able to handle a compliment from anyone on the crew- especially from him. But maybe that’s why he can’t help but call you sweetheart in his head whenever he looks at you. 

  Maybe that’s why he couldn’t help but call you that out loud too.

  Out of the corner of his eye, something shifts. For once, he decides to take his eyes off of your face to follow the movement that his mind only vaguely registered. Luckily, he doesn’t have to shift his gaze far. In an instant, he’s able to tell that his eyes caught on Ein moving around in your lap. He was freshly woken up from slumber- his look complete with a silent yawn and a sleepy gaze that peered out at Spike and stared deep into his soul. 

  And like any normal person, he stares back at the mutt, giving it the glare he could muster. And hoping that this will be the day the stupid dog finally takes the hint. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.

  Instead, the dog just continues to look and look and look at him. With that stupidly annoying cute little doggy face of his- Spike doesn’t blame him for staying put. Even though Ein is now fully awake, your fingers never stop running themselves through his fur in that steady, constant motion of yours. Your eyes are still looking out. Your gaze is still far away. But Ein makes no move to get off your lap. He makes no move to give you space. No move to give your hand a break. No move to stop selfishly taking up your precious time and energy when you should be spending it on-

  Okay, no. 

  Spike isn’t jealous of a dog.

   He’s not. He can’t be. But just because he’s not jealous of the dog doesn’t mean he can’t acknowledge when something is unfair. For example, Ein taking all your time is unfair. It leaves you very little time for yourself, in Spike’s opinion. Or Ein always wanting to lay near or on you is completely unfair too. How are you ever supposed to be alone like that? How are you ever supposed to sit down and be comfortable with a tiny, four-legged, foul-breathed space heater that is always trying to be in your space-

  He pauses his thoughts for a second. For two. For three. Perhaps four. And then, he sighs.

  “What the hell is wrong with me?” He can’t help but mutter under his breath with a shake of his head. A thought he doesn’t mind sharing with the near-empty room- even if you’re not even present enough in the moment to hear him. Because he’s not looking for an answer or a response. He’s not even looking for acknowledgment. Because at the end of the day- he’s far too busy for something of the sort. “See what you do to me, sweetheart?”

  He’s far too busy, looking at you.

  You’ve barely moved an inch and yet you’ve captured all his attention. You haven’t said a word, yet his ears are tuned in to hear you and you alone. Before meeting you, he didn’t he would ever fall in love again. Before meeting you, he didn’t think he was even capable of falling in love ever again. But things change. Things change, and now there you are- looking out that stupid window, while petting that stupid dog and sitting in that stupid seat in the corner as your mind swirls around with those big, beautiful thoughts he knows you’re having at this moment and somehow he’s still standing here in complete silence watching you. Somehow he’s still hoping for the chance that you’ll notice him competing for your attention. Waiting to meet your eyes. Waiting to hear your voice. To see your smile.

  Somehow, he’s in love. 

  He didn’t think it was possible. Completely, wholly, fully in love. With a person so soft and so sweet he drives him insane. Because you’re so different from him. The type of different that makes it hard for him to think around you. The type of different that makes it so that all he can think about is you. You’re not like the people he meets in this world. You’re not like any of them. And he knows that people like you are the first to get hurt. The first to get their hopes dashed. Their dreams ruined. Their lives stolen.

  But he also knows that it’s getting increasingly hard to think about living in a world without you in it. So hard, that he swears he’ll do everything in his power to make sure it doesn’t happen. That it never happens. Never. Even if means he has to survive a universe where all you do is look out at the stars and think. Even if means he has to learn how to thrive in a world where all he can do is watch you from afar.

  And think about what it would be like if he just had you.

  So he’ll admit it. He’s jealous of the dog. So, so jealous. He is. He’s jealous of the dog, and deep down inside of him, he knows it’s stupid. He knows it’s dumb. But he can’t help it. He just can’t help but fall victim to that feeling. He’s jealous of the dog. He’s jealous of Ein. Just like he’s jealous of that little seat in the corner that you built up for yourself. It’s a place you find so safe. So wrapped up and warm. It’s a place that makes you happy- he can’t help but wish it were him. He’s jealous of the stars outside the window. How they capture and keep your gaze for hours upon hours. Showing you a beauty he’s not sure he could ever give you. Not while his hands are still stained in blood, at least. But most of all?

  He’s jealous of all the thoughts swirling around your head. So, so jealous. 

  So he hopes for your sake, they’re beautiful. Things that are more beautiful than the stars. Things that are softer than the clouds. Things that are somehow sweeter than you. And he hopes for his sake?

  That your thoughts find a way to include him too.

Me with my depression watching a more fucked up,sad,angst,sad version of my favourite series that I find comfortable but hurts me and crash my heart in the end but still keep watching it because I like the feeling so the cicle never ends

A tought to all my followers,friends

i'm so worthless and everyone would be better of without me, i'm just an inconveniance to everywone,to you,my family,i'm not good at anything and it's just..it's just feels like that everyone has to put up with me and i hate it i don't want to have this thoughts, i..don't want to think about me like this,like i'm trash.. i want them to go away and ..and now i'm making you put up with me and i ..i.. I JUST WANNA DIE because you are living your life and i crash in with this feelings,fucked up emotions.. this SAD girl of a friend who does nothing but hate herself,hiding in her stupid little world with her stupid little fantasies and im so so sorry if u have to listen to this to my ranting and u will consider me a sad girl because i don' try to think better or good and..im..im sorry

im sorry @whirlwindimagines @trigunwritings @tender-rosiey @tenabrye @strxwberryshxrtcake @regretisstoredintheme @bwaveq @adaelines @monsterunderthesheets if u have to put up with me and im sorry if u get mad of me tagging u here,just letting u know thats all

maybe i will deletet this later on i just need to vent for a bit like VENT a lot rn and this is it im sorry

If u can ...mmm can u do like ... Basycally they are in a fight (Vash,Wolfwood and you) there are many gunshots but in the end wolfwood and Vash beat the criminals thinking that it was ok and fine but then they hear gasp and "g...guys..." as they turn they saw y/n shaking looking at them with one hand holding the bullet wound in the chest,the other full of blood, then they fall on their knees and they panic,crying saying that it hurts, saying that they don't want to die,so they clench on him, then Vash trying to stop the bleeding?

U can put like some reassuring Vash and wolfwood saying that help his coming,crying and all that,also the bullet was out and leaved a huge gap?

U can be as detailed as possible or put so much pain yada yada,blood and all

I'm gonna read the writing u did now

I absolutely love this idea. I think I'll need some fluff or something other than angst after this though lol. I love angst but too much and I'm burnt out for sure.

PLEASE STAY --- Vash & wolfwood

SUMMARY: Everyone was in check right? They got all the bad guys. Everyone was okay, right? Seems they've sadly struck an unlucky mine.

Warning: Blood, hella angst

NOTES: I'm leaving this written as is, sorry but I just can't find it in myself to write the ending at the moment. I would have written it later then posted it but I figured I'd get this out the way first.

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"Was that the last one?" Nick turns to Vash with his cross ready to fire again. Taking a simple glance around, Vash nods his head with a small smile.

"Yeah, that-" Vash is cut off by a loud gasp. Turning to look behind him, his skin grows ice cold. Both men swear they can feel their hearts stop when they look. On your knees you shake and shudder in fear, blood spills over your hand from where it clutches your chest tightly. You can't feel it but the blood is so warm against your skin and the bullet in your body feels so cold.

"G... Guys?"

Nick's cross falls to the ground with a loud thud as he rushes to your side, his hands clutching your shoulders as he looks you over. "Oh god." He stammers. The cigarette delicately placed between his lips falls between his knees, he can feel you shaking in his hands. A spike of panic rises in his chest and his throat squeezes. Behind him, Vash watches the scene unfold in horror. Frozen in place, his heart pounds in his ears. Was this happening?

"Fuck! Make it stop, make it stop! It hurts, fuck it hurts!" You clench your eyes shut in pain. The initial shock has worn off leaving you stripped bare to the pain settling in your bones. If you could dig yourself a hole and never come back, God you would. Fisting Nick's shirt with a scream, you slip against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

"I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Nick, I don't wanna die." If there's anything 'The Punisher' should be well versed with, it's death. This, he knows better than anyone. Watching the light fade from someone's eyes as they shudder their last breath and slump limply into the ground. He always watches nonchalantly, not a single emotion stirring inside his chest. But now, it's burning alive with fear and anxiety.

"Vash! Do something!" The death of another has always been inconsequential to him but as you shake and sputter in his arms, blood gushing from your chest while you scream in pain, he feels a switch inside of him flip on like a light. After all these years, it's finally coming back to bite him in the ass.

Vash appears beside him with a torn flap of fabric from his cross cover. Pulling you away from his body he tenses, watching you limply flob around like a discarded rag doll. Vash leans forward, his arms wrapping around you to tie the cloth around your chest. The hand covering the wound falls limply at your side as he tightens the cloth down. Vash extends his arms to take you.

"c'mon, c'mon..." He urges Nick to pass you to him. As gently as he can, Nick places you in Vash's arms bridal style. "It's going to be okay. Don't worry. I've got you now." Vash takes off running, leaving Nick to hurriedly gather his cross and join the chase.

"Just how do you think we're getting help?" Nick asks as he finally catches up to the blonde. He's pointedly staring ahead, his eyes fixated on the closest running truck.

Coming to a stop at the door Nick pulls it open and raises a gun to the driver. "Get out or your next."

Eyes wide with fear, the driver dies out of his seat and onto the dusty ground. Taking his cross he throws it into the bed of the truck and rushes to the other side, where he climbs into the driver's seat and waits for Vash to settle in. The moment that door closes, the tires are kicking up dirt.

"There's a doctor at the far end of town. Hurry." Vash tells him as he looks down at you in his arms. Your shaking profusely, your hands reaching to tug at his jacket. The world around you feels like it's frozen over and it's hard to keep your eyes on anything. "Vash... I'm cold. Please..." You whine. He hushes you. "Don't worry." Carefully his arms slip from underneath you to slide his coat off.

"Just relax." The coat drapes over your entire body and surrounds you with a shield of warmth but it's not enough. It feels like Ice is still building in your veins. Everything going on at once is running your body thin, making your eyes grow heavy and sleep weight in the back of your mind. No matter how hard you peel them open, blinking holds them shut while you struggle to wake back up.

"I can't keep my eyes open." The truck slows to a stop and both the doors fly open.

"Don't fall asleep!" Nick yells as he reaches your side. Still in Vash's arms you struggle to open your eyes again, something calls to you in your head. It begs for you to succumb to the darkness but you refuse.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me." Vash begs.

Running into the building, Nick rushes to the front desk. "We need medical attention right now. There's been a bullet wound to the shoulder and they're losing conscience." He stammers.

The woman behind the desk stands and runs to Vash's side. "Come with me baby." She places a hand on his back and hurriedly pushes forward towards the operating room. Behind them follows Nick who struggles to keep up. The woman is talking to you, lightly slapping your face to keep you awake. It works for the most part but you can't bring yourself to move. You've lost too much blood.

"Emergency. Coming in!" She yells holding the door open to usher them in. The doctor perks up at the four of you entering. Upon seeing you he frowns and gestures for you to be laid on the table. Gingerly, Vash places you against the cold bed, his coat still covering your shivering body. He watches in horror while the lady starts to guide him away from you, pushing back against her he watches you turn to look at him.

"Please stay."

The door shuts in his face and for the first time, Nick watches him crumble to the floor; his head held in his hands while sobs wrack his body. The ever joyful, Vash, was crying.

Nick couldn't find it in himself to keep watching, just hearing Vash cry was enough to make his own eyes water. Turning away to leave, he pulls a cigarette from its pack and brings it to his lips. As he walks away, he starts to hope that you'll recover quickly, that way he won't ever have to see you like that again. Looking down to slide his cigarettes in his pocket he finds his suit covered in your blood. You lost so much... A blood transplant was surely needed. Between him and Vash he wasn't entirely sure if either of them would be of use in that matter but it darkens the sliver of hope in his heart.

Stopping him from straying any further away is Vash's hand around his wrist. Just as Nick turns to face him Vash hugs him tightly. Sobs still fall from his lips and blood covers his entire torso. He doesn't bother to offer any comfort to the blond and instead allows him to cry to his heart's content against him. There's just not enough energy for him to care for another person besides himself.

Baby Blues

Wolfwood x Fem!Reader (Stampede Version) ft. Vash

Requested by: @sweetchildcloud

Warning(s): Childbirth scene, post-birth fever, death, angst

Your grip on Nicholas' hand tightened, causing him to wince a little at the pain, but he endured it for your sake. His eyes scanned over your body, small droplets of sweat having coated your face, neck, and hands as you breathed hard through your nose and mouth, switching between the two often. A frustrated groan ripped from your throat as your body tensed, your lower half doing its best to push out this child of yours. When you ceased, you leaned your head back against the pillow and closed your eyes.

"You're doing great, (Y/n)," you heard Vash say. He had been assisting with the birth, much to the dislike of Nicholas. The undertaker would have preferred to be in a town with a doctor, however, things never go according to any plan of his and your little one arrived sooner than he thought. "Just keep pushing."

You raised your head up a little to make eye contact with the blond. "I'm trying," you told him, your breathing heavy as you struggled to sit yourself up a little more. Wolfwood moved along with you, helping you ease yourself up into a more comfortable position to continue pushing. You glanced at him and frowned. "You did this to me."

"It takes two to tango, sweetie," he said, lips curling into a slight smirk as you rolled your eyes at him. The smirk was then quickly replaced with a frown as your grip on his hand tightened even more as you let out another pained groan, eyes closing as you struggled to push once more. "Don't worry," he reassured, "just a little more and it'll be over."

You stopped pushing, allowing your body to relax a little before the next time you would have to repeat it. It was difficult and you knew it was straining your body doing this. The pain didn't make it any better, either, but it seemed to have dissipated a little with each push you gave. A shaky sigh slipped out as you hung your head, trying to relax for a second before hearing Vash asking for you to push once again.

"I can't," you said, voice soft and shaky, "I just can't."

Wolfwood exchanged a look with Vash before the pair turned their attention to you. "Just one more," Vash said, "one more big push and you'll be done." You looked at him, the frown on your face causing him to mimic it. "One more time and it'll all be over. I promise."

"You can do it," Nicholas whispered to you. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze as he softly smiled at you.

You gave him a small nod, your lips mimicking the smile on his face as you prepared yourself for one last push. The pain of doing so was excruciating, and you couldn't help but let a scream rip itself from your throat as you pushed with all of your might for the final time. The soft crying of your child echoed in the room, causing you to smile as you laid back in the bed and relaxed your body, but something felt wrong.

Vash could be heard cooing at the infant as he held the child in his arms. "It's a little girl," he smiled, causing Nicholas to grin.

"You hear that, (Y/n), it's a--" He froze when he turned to look at you, his eyes widening at how pale you looked. Your skin no longer the vibrant tone it was before. Fear washed over him, and he panicked. "Oi, oi," he said, getting the blond's attention, "she's not looking too good."

Vash's eyes immediately took in your current state, and he frowned. "Check her forehead."

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft hum as you felt Nicholas place the back of his hand up against your forehead. It felt so nice and warm compared to how cold your body now felt. "You're so warm," you mumbled out, causing him to worry even more.

"She's burning up. What do we do?" The dark-haired man held a sad look on his face as he made eye contact with the blond. Vash then spoke up, instructing him on find a cloth and dampening it to place on your forehead, however, that seemed to be all that they could do. "Is there nothing else we can do?" Desperation was hinted in his tone, and Vash shook his head, frowning.

"We don't have a doctor."

Wolfwood's jaw clenched, and he hung his head for a moment before glancing back at your resting form. You looked worse than before, skin a lighter tone than it was prior, having now been coated with even more sweat as the fever slowly wrecked your body. "She doesn't look like she's getting any better. She looks--"

"She is," Vash said, cutting off Wolfwood. The man widened his eyes and turned to look at the blond, watching as he stared down at his daughter with a sorrow-filled look. "I'm sorry."

Nicholas' shoulders dropped as his brain tried to process it all, body shaking lightly. His attention went back to you, taking note of how you now had your eyes open and were staring at him with a sweet smile on your face. "Nicholas," you called out to him, and he came to your side, "can I see the baby?"

He stepped aside as Vash brought the infant to you, gently placing her into your arms before stepping back and allowing Wolfwood to be closer to you. "What do you want to name her?"

You smiled as you looked from the infant and to the undertaker beside you. "Clover."

Nicholas swallowed hard as he nodded. "It's a pretty name for her," he said.

You hummed a reply before your attention went back to your newly born daughter. "Clover," you let out a small sigh before pressing a kiss to her head, "I want you to be a good girl for daddy."

Wolfwood's body froze as he now looked down. He couldn't look at you right now, for if he did, he would break. He tensed when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Nicholas then looked up and met the soft expression on Vash's face. "You stay with her," he said. The blond slowly exited the room after receiving a nod from his friend, leaving him with his family.

"I'm sorry," you heard Wolfwood say.

"For what?"

"This," he said, gesturing to your condition.

You let out a small, slightly strained chuckle, coughing lightly as you shook your head. "It's okay, Nicholas. Sometimes life doesn't go as planned, but know that I love you...okay?" He gave you a small nod and clenched his jaw once more as you coughed a little more before relaxing. "I know you'll take good care of her. You and Vash will keep her safe for me."

His hand held yours as he stared at you, now frowning. He closed his eyes, and you could see them. The little tears that rolled down his cheeks and dropping onto the bed. You closed your eyes and laid your head back. You let out a small breath, feeling yourself slowly succumbing to this sudden sickness. You could feel your strength fading away, which was why Wolfwood took the infant out of your arms and held her in his own. It wouldn't be long now, but you would simply lay here and enjoy the peace with your little family.

Vash held Clover in his arms as he watched Wolfwood crouch down beside the grave, saying a few words to honor you before placing a small cross down upon it. The infant made a small noise, causing her father to stand to his feet and turn towards her and the blond. "Is she okay?" He asked.

Vash smiled softly and gave a small nod before glancing down at the child. "She is," he replied, "are you?"

Wolfwood didn't respond, which gave Vash his answer. He then pulled out his carton of cigarettes, flipping them open and bringing it to his lips to pull one out, only to cease when he heard his daughter make another noise. With a chuckle, he flipped the lid, closing the carton and sticking them into his pocket. "Let's go, Needle-Noggin. Need to make it to town for supplies."

The man chuckled at his nickname and nodded. "You think she'll be fine with us? We do get into trouble."

Nicholas stared at Vash before glancing down to the now asleep infant in his arms. "With us watching over her, she'll be the safest baby on this planet."

He would abide by what you said. He would keep your daughter safe, even if it killed him. She would grow up knowing you, hearing the many stories Vash would tell her about you, and how Wolfwood would interject at the outlandish parts. She would know the kind of person you were, and how he could never love anyone as much as he did you.