bog_fiend



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Look me in the eye, Blondie, and repeat after me.”

    “Repeat after me,” Vash parrots dutifully, like the little shit he is.

    “I, Vash the Stampede, Broom for Brains, Dumb of Ass, Bearer of the Stupid Face—”

    “There you go hurting my feelings again,” Vash says, but he’s smiling. A real one. As soft as mashed fucking potatoes. It pisses Wolfwood off enough to slam that pretty face into the concrete. Or into his own face. He hasn’t decided just yet.

    “—will save my own life for once and get out of town without making an ass of myself.”

    “You’re talking about my ass a lot.”

    And then Vash kisses him.

    OR

    Nicholas, and the scars he doesn’t have.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    17,202
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    164
    Kudos:
    1,066
    Bookmarks:
    347
    Hits:
    9,952
  2. Public Bookmark 13

    Tags
    Summary

    Wolfwood could ignore it. Or, well, maybe he could have. If this were any other city. Any other night. Any other song, even, because it’s one that Vash knows—Vash, whose eyes light up even behind his stupid glasses, even more bright cyan than the neon, than clear desert sky at high noon.

    Because that’s the problem. Has been all along. That it can’t be, could never be, anyone other than Vash the goddamn Stampede who looks at him like that.

    Between the start of Julai and the end of it, Vash and Wolfwood see if either one of them can get drunk. Or: a last supper, of sorts.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    7,485
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    10
    Kudos:
    77
    Bookmarks:
    13
    Hits:
    666

Navigation