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So I'm watching Gungrave and...

IS THAT YOU WOLFWOOD???

And LIVIO???

Nightow loved his blorbos so much he reincarnated them, huh.

trigun bbs

for Livwood week 2023 Day 1 : Flowers 🌸🌙

This guys

★𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙫𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖☆

His Living Legacy (Trigun fanfic)

Summary:

The drive to the last human city left standing had been a mostly quiet one before they were found by Brad. Mostly. But after everything December, there was no way their ride would be in silence, not when the loss of more than simply a life hung between two men (and an alter) in the silence of their journey to the end.

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“I can’t lose you, Livio. I can't bear to lose any more of him than I already have. I won’t let any more of what he fought for be scattered to the sands of this planet…Call it selfish if you’d like.”

Livio gaped, shocked into silence with eyes wide and hands shaking in their outstretched position. He had made to grab for Vash’s shoulder when he questioned him, having just wanted to double check if the man his ‘brother’ had been with for so long was sure he wanted Livio to follow him. After all, he had been what had brought Nicholas to his death, he had been the one to push him beyond the limits he should have and endangered their orphanage for the sake of a man he had seen as loving when it had been simply mistaken investment. Sure, Razzlo had been the one to do most of the fighting and who had initially brought them to the eye in the first place, but that was all for his sake. 

He wanted nothing more than to be with him, with someone, and to not be left to sit here and rethink his entire life in a dying world in the remains of his childhood home next to the grave of one of the only ones who had ever truly loved him. He wasn’t sure he trusted himself to truly consider what that would leave him to, and yet he couldn't stop himself from asking anyway. He had seen and heard how this man was with Nicholas, had heard his cry and his outburst he had mistaken for thunder clapping. He had seen the tear stain dried to his cheeks and the utter dead stare he was given across the table just earlier, unblemished skin pink and swollen beneath his eyes and exhaustion set in malnourished cheeks. This man should want him dead, and yet here he was telling him to keep strength to fight for Nicholas’ sake and the world’s and to come along with him, it felt too much to be true.

Despite all that, he still was surprised at the response he was given. Whether in the words themselves or in the fact he was not denied, he couldn't tell. He stood there, rooted in place as Vash swiftly moved out the door of the little building they’d taken up to eat and rest. For once, he didn't feel the need to race after the man he was now choosing to latch himself to, confident with the other’s convictions that he would not be left behind. Even Razzlo had kept quiet, not voicing any particular warnings or doubts.

‘I made a bad call, a couple bad calls that cost us a fucking lot. If you trust him and he means what he says you think, then you decide what we do. You gotta stand up and pick a direction to go in now that everything before is up in flames, you can't just lay down and cry about it.’

Razzlo’s voice in his mind lacked its usual bite; he sounded a bit defeated and tired, not something he often heard his other sound like with how much he proved motivation for them both to keep working hard. Despite how long they had been together, Livio had never asked Razzlo his thoughts on the Nicholas he knew before they were on the streets fending for themselves. He had only heard caution and insults sent his way in how they should avoid him within the Eye, too risky an encounter to try and bridge that gap. He wondered if the more bloodthirsty man in their body regretted what had happened, if he missed Nicholas too and felt the loss and ache like Livio did. He was not given any response to these thoughts, just a wordless pull towards the door and after the blonde man. 

Regardless which of the two had nudged their body in the direction, he let momentum take him as he followed and when he stepped outside he heard the click of the old truck out front the orphanage had used for it’s deliveries of supplies from the main city of December, and he saw Vash lean down and crawl into its backseat. He blinked in confusion, seeing the other had left the door ajar and he could hear the jingling of keys from inside the vehicle. He tilted his head only to see an arm snake its way out the open car holding the keys and then dramatically waved them around a bit to elicit another loud round of jingling.

Oh… oh.

“A-Ah, coming!”

Like a child called for by a parent, he stumbled a bit in his hurry to jog over to the car, bending slightly to take the keys from his to-be passenger. With his head angled down, he glanced up nervously checking one last time for permission, to be utterly certain this was what the other wanted. Vash gave him a tired stare but after a moment or two gave what was probably an attempt at a smile. It didn't reach his eyes, hell, it barely reached his lips at all. Just a small twitch of the corners really, but it was more than coaxing enough for the white haired man and he stepped back, closed the door of the backseat, and sat himself down in the driver's seat up front. Turning the key in the ignition, the car sputtered to life causing the loose sand around to stir at the hum of the vehicle and with only a seconds stall it was running and Livio turned to look back at the man in the backseat.

“Vash-san…um, where to? I know you said earlier but-”

He was answered not with words but a gloved hand reaching forward to simply point ahead of them, Livio taking a moment to let his gaze drift from the appendage to follow its direction. He bit his lip a bit nervously, glancing once more to exhausted green eyes for some kind of direction and approval. It took a few sluggish moments for Vash to seem to process that he had not been clear before he spoke.

“Just head that way, there’s only one big city left at this point. Nowhere else anyone can really go, not us, not the rest of humanity, not Knives.”

His voice was somber and tired, a certain finality to the statement coming off eerie in the otherwise silence within the car. Livio jerked a nod and with fumbled movements, the car began charting its course. Livio fighting the urge to speak to fill the silence and Vash not having the energy or life within him now to do anything but let himself rest back against the seat with his head tilted back resting into the rear dash, his arms listless at his sides atop the seats. This was how they rode for the first good hour or so, Livio giving in to his nerves and fluttering heart and more than necessary, finding his gaze affixed to his passenger through the rearview mirror. He was obvious, Razzlo’s sense of irritation with him he could feel letting himself know that, but even so Vash never commented on it and so they continued like that.

It was Vash who had broken the silence between them a couple hours into the trip. It startled Livio bad, his biting the inside of his lip the only thing keeping him from making some kind of noise in surprise as he quickly looked up into the mirror to meet downturned eyes, a shade of which he had seen nowhere else. He had honestly assumed the other had fallen asleep or was feigning it at least, so hearing the other man speak after so long made his heart pound just a bit faster.

“He always wished I was a bit more selfish, always scolded me for meddling and being too forgiving of people…So I'm going to be a little bit, okay?”

Livio blinked, his brows creasing slightly in confusion. “S-sure? I won’t argue with anything you decide at this point, Vash-san. Especially not..” Livio tilted his head as he tapered off, unsure how to address the aforementioned sentiment. Vash offered a tired smile before he could find the right word, which caught his attention quickly once more.

“I don’t blame you, you had your own circumstances and there’s a lot I’ll just never get to know about how you both ended up in the positions you did with the Eye of Micheal or with Knives. I know Wolfwood wanted you to survive though, he wanted you to survive as much as the orphanage and he died to make sure of it. I won't lay blame on you, not now, not for this. But even still…” he paused, moving to lean forward and hunch over himself a bit in the backseat, his fingers lacing as he rested his elbows on his thighs and he made to look up to meet the expectant gaze watching him from through the mirror.

His smile met his eyes a bit more than it had in the earlier attempts at one since they got into the vehicle, and yet the words past his lips sent chills down Livio’s spine.

“I don’t want to forgive you either.”

Livio’s grip on the wheel tightened, alarm bells going off in his head and yet not a word passed his lips. Just a tight swallow and his mouth suddenly far too dry even in these wastelands for the current situation. Vash laughed, a delicate soft thing it was, as if he was almost in disbelief or humored by his own words. Maybe he was, from the reputation he carried and reports, Vash was far from the type to hold grudges or really anything but a stupid level of sympathy and belief in the humans of this planet. Even with everything the gung-ho guns had done to him, he never relished in hurting or killing anyone and actively tried at all costs to not do so or be involved in their deaths. And yet, despite having taken him with him, given him the controls of their journey, even fed him and spoke to him of now dead family, it was with Livio that the blonde seemed to decide to lay down such a line.

“I want you to carry this with you for the rest of your life, because you’re going to keep living. After him, after this, after me. You will keep living, and I don't want you to ever forget what happened or who he was. No, you’ll live because of him and you’ll do so knowing every day it’s because he isn’t alive that you are. You’re his living legacy, Livio. You and those other kids from the orphanage. wherever they’re off to once things are finished, you all are the only things that will carry on the legacy of that man. And you’ll do it. Won't you, Livio?”

It was a question posed with a smile and soft eyes, and yet it dripped with nothing but absolute dominion and certainty of the answer and result. This was not a request, this wasn’t even an order. It was a directive, it was something to stamp onto his soul as a purpose. Livio tried to speak, taking a few attempts and a forced cough to push past how voiceless he felt under the pressure of the man behind him.

“....Nicholas always tried to reach out to me, ever since the start and at the end too…I won't forget that again…”

His answer seemed to ease something in the other man’s heart, the energy of the car seeming to lighten in moments as Vash let himself sag a bit, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile widened just a bit and it looked much warmer than what he had been affixed with just moments ago. Livio felt himself relax in kind, sighing silently as the almost cramp level of anxious stiffness in his back eased up.

“Thank you. Both of you. I am glad you’re not forcing me to give up the trust Wolfwood put in you. I knew you were kind children.” He raised a hand to lazily ghost over his mouth to stifle a yawn that dredged itself past his lips as his body finally relaxed truly a bit. 

“Y-you…you can sleep back there, if you want to I mean. I don't know how comfortable it is, but we have a long way to go and I already rested back there before after the fight. So..”

Vash nodded and almost obediently, he slid a bit closer to be directly behind Livio, resting his head against the glass window, his shoulder slotting into the lip of where glass met plastic car interior of the door. His long legs folded up almost unbelievably against the edge of the seat with his knees in the seat ahead of him. Livio could feel the metal knee pads pressing a bit through the upholstery but not uncomfortably or pointedly so. In just a few moments, it seemed as if exhaustion finally dragged him under and the sound of soft but rhythmic breaths filtered from the back seat up to the white haired man and green eyes had slid closed with blonde lashes delicately resting against high cheekbones.

The exchange had been tense, it had been terrifying, it had held a weight he didn't know he could be forced to hold, but above all it made Livio feel excited and fascinated. So this was the man Nicholas D. Wolfwood had thrown everything away to save, to guide as he was ordered and yet seemed to fall for over the promise of his own safety and that of his charges too. Sure, Nicholas wasn't stupid he knew, and it was likely he had just realized Knives had no real plans to uphold the deal the Eye had held over the priest’s head for years. But that didn't mean he didn't see even just from the brief events at the edges of December how those two had molded themselves to slot perfectly at each other's sides. They fought as if they had never once been fighting alone, they spoke as if  every moment together was desperately clung to and held close like a precious treasure. He had heard the thunder clap-like sound of what proved to be an angel’s weeping for the death of a mere man, felt the aftershocks of what that meant. Whatever they had gone through together, whatever they had become to each other over the past years Knives had assigned Nicholas his post, it was something deep and important.

And now that very same being, who had so deeply latched himself to the man who had saved his life with his own even as they fought to kill each other, had decided Livio was to come along with him now. It was his turn to carry the cross of Nicholas D. Wolfwood, even if the punisher itself had been left behind with its master. No, the cross he was to carry was of legacy, of memories, of responsibility and he had been entrusted it as a holy task from something much higher and older than himself. Was it punishment? Was it trust? Was it desperate clinging onto what remained of the man the blonde had buried with his own hands? Livio wasn't going to pretend he was smart enough or involved yet enough to try at guessing motives of someone that probably didn't even think like a normal man, none alone someone like himself. But whatever it was, it felt important and he had been entrusted with it. It felt like he was carrying a priceless and rare gemstone in his hands and not driving the presumably sleeping man in the back seat of a shitty car from a dying desert planet that was just waiting for the final blow.

Vash had spoken with such certainty he couldn't dare doubt him when he said that Livio would survive past this. Whatever that looked like, whatever that meant, he believed it. He and Razzlo for their own safety had grown not to trust hardly anyone, and even the ones they did pick before now seemed to fall through too. And yet he didn't doubt for an instant anything this man could tell or ask of him. Maybe this was the compulsion Nico-nii had had in following the humanoid typhoon…

Vash is Doctor Who coded character if you understand what i am mean

On Twitter saw someone mention that they hear Patrick warburton when they think of LR- not the voice I have in mind But™️ the screaming/sobbing def makes it work- anywhomst here’s some lines I like

I just finished all the trigun manga in 2 days because of goddamn Bigolas Dickolas and I have So Many Thoughts I am going to die if I don't write them down somewhere.

Stampede Sketches!

This show really gave me art brainrot, I loved it so much!!!