Here's Clover My Original Oc From My Original Modern!Trigun Au

Here's clover my original oc from my original Modern!Trigun au

She's 4 year old,very curious,energetic,can photosintesize in sunlight and clovers will grow around them,she can sometimes act like a cat (because she loves them so much that she want to be like them)

Livio and Vash are godfathers to her,Knives and Vash uncles figures,Roberto grandpa figure,Milly and Meryl sisters/aunts figures (they will spoil Clover so much hshshsh)

i will add Legato and the others characters too im just having so many ideas with this im srry

U NEED TO READ THIS ASAP!!!!

Anywhere | Spike Spiegel x reader

pictures not mine, edit is mine gender neutral reader edited: yes warnings: angst, swearing, canon-level violence/blood, ambiguous ending, low-key/ possible death summary: Flying is the fastest form of travel but it always feels much slower when you need to be somewhere. Anywhere. a/n: idk why I've only been posting Spike smh. I have two other fics in the works for him too... I swear I write for other people I just never finish the fics... Also don't judge the song choice -- I started this a while ago and I don't have a good replacement.

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“Shit. Shit. Shit!” Spike was pacing, his hand running through his thick green curls. 

“I’m fine, Spike. I really am.” He knew you weren’t fine. The shock covered a lot of the pain so you weren’t technically lying, but the situation was much worse than you actually knew. Spike had to mentally slap himself. If Jet or Faye were there he would have asked them to hit him for real. He deserved much more than that. 

He stopped and kneeled down in front of you. His eyes were trying to look into your own but you couldn’t focus. “Come on,” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “I know where to go.” He didn’t have much time to lose and he had already wasted so much being dumb. He was pacing and worrying when he should have been flying. Taking you somewhere. Anywhere. 

He came over and lifted you as gently as he could. He was trying to be quick and ended up a little rough in his haste. You winced and he wanted to slap himself again for hurting you. He lowered into the Swordfish the best he could, arms around you as you tried your best to place your feet on the floor. Eventually he got into his seat and sat you across his lap, your head fell on his shoulder.

The ship was starting up, but it wasn’t fast enough for Spike. His whitened knuckles gripped the steering wheel with such force even the half dazed (Y/n) had noticed. “Calm down. Don’t stress yourself out… It’s alright.”

“Calm down? How can I--” He sighed. There was no use fighting with you. You were always so selfless, even when you were dying. He didn’t want to upset you, anyways. He didn’t know what you needed now except a doctor. But yelling at you didn’t seem like it would help.

“Spike.” He looked down at your tired eyes. Space was fleeting past, it was good they were in deep space or he might’ve gotten a ticket. Deep space, though, did not have any doctors. He originally thought of going to Jet on the Bebop but his level of expertise and available technology was far less than what you needed. 

“Spike, it hurts…” Your eyebrows knit together loosely, obviously in pain but too weak to show it. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He kissed your forehead lightly and you moved in closer to him. Your cold nose brushed against his neck causing him to shiver. You two were already a bit stuffed in the small ship, but you appreciated his comfort. His warmth. 

The two of you never left the other’s sides, even when he was catching the most dangerous bounties. You weren’t a bounty hunter, just some stray the crew had picked up. They had a knack for doing that. Spike knew you shouldn’t come along but he felt so protective of you. He never could find the strength to leave you behind, especially when you gave him those puppy eyes. The two of you were used to being abandoned and you neither wanted it to happen again. This made your friendship a really… close one. 

Spike looked back up at the stars in front of him. He had no clue if he could find help where he was going but he needed to try. He was rushing to the closest planet, whatever one that might be. If he were to ruin another life because of his selfishness… 

“Can we listen to music?” Spike was not in the mood for music, but he also wasn’t in the mood for making you feel worse than you already did. He clicked on the system, your music already hooked up from the amount of times you ride with him. 

The song that came on was some old one that (Y/n) had found. It was from nearly 60 years ago now, from some genre Spike never cared about. (Y/n) loved it, though. You liked all the sad and relatable lyrics, the ones that you tried to mouth along to now. The ones that were piercing through Spike’s heart. 

“Thinking about the past again. Darling, you'll be okay.” Spike couldn’t help but really listen to the words. The music he always poked fun at you for listening to was the same music that would be there to mock him as you died in his arms. ‘It’s both loud and sad, why do you like this again?’ ‘It’s called emo music,’ you had told him. ‘Emo means emotional! You’re supposed to find it sad and relatable.’

The next song came on and he could no longer hear your soft singing. You knew all the words and never missed a chance to sing along to it when you could. He looked down, seeing your eyes closed peacefully. 

“(Y/n)?” As much as he was glad to see you rest, he couldn’t really tell the difference between your napping and, well. You were always such a soft breather too, always wanting to remain ignored and unseen, even while asleep. 

“I’m awake… But really tired.” You spoke with your eyes closed, unable to find the strength to open them again. You pushed your face into Spike's neck, trying to get more comfortable under the circumstances. “Let me take a nap.”

“I know you’re tired… Just, don’t go to sleep. Okay?” 

Turning your head to look up at him, you finally opened your eyes enough to take in the stress radiating from your best friend. “Nothing’s going to happen, Spike. Stop worrying.” You lifted a hand up to his cheek, trying to calm him but doing a bit of the opposite. “Oh, oh no. I’m so sorry I--” You pulled down your sweatshirt sleeve to cover your hand, trying to use it to wipe the blood you’d just left on Spike’s face.

He didn’t care about getting blood on him but he did care that the blood was coming from you. He was trying not to look down at the source of the blood. The wound had long soaked through your shirt and had made a good stain through your sweatshirt. 

It was a miracle you were doing this well (if you could call it that) after all this time had passed. Spike didn’t want to push his luck. The city’s horizon gleamed ahead, Mars had never seemed so beautiful. He let his mind wander away from you for a moment. He wondered what he’d explain to the doctor. He’d have to come up with a good story for the police, too. With all the wealth in the city, more of them were jumping for a chance to find crime and then be paid off to ignore it. 

“We’re almost there.” Spike spoke at you but never looked down, too busy trying to find someone who could save you. If it could be done. You didn’t respond, already passed out again. Spike didn’t really have the flexibility to steer and wake you up at the same time. His head began to throb, stress taking over. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to what you must feel. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!?” You stirred a bit, swatting him weakly. 

“I’m sleeping…” 

Spike's voice got softer, content that you were okay. Well, okay enough to respond. “Now’s not the time to go to sleep. We’re almost there, okay?” 

“But I'm tired now.” You were acting like a child, half cute and half from delirium. 

“I know, I know. You can sleep on the Bebop later. For now you have to stay awake. I don’t know how bad this thing is.” His eyes only flickered to your wound, unable to look longer. You sighed, done with him being melodramatic. 

Spike didn’t think he was being dramatic. You just had to save that kid. You had to risk your life and play the hero. You had to go and get shot near all of your major organs. 

“I’m fine. With the amount of times… Jet has had to wrap up your whole body… I’m surprised this… tiny thing… worries you.” Your speech had slowed significantly. It took considerably more effort to get even one word out now, much less an entire sentence. Even you, in your dubious state, couldn’t argue that there wasn’t something wrong. 

Spike opened his mouth to retort but retracted quickly. Once again, there was no point in arguing now, he’d do it later when you were not dying in his arms. He was a lot stronger than you were and had been in this rough business a lot longer. He was highly trained and had much more restraint. Jet wasn’t a real doctor either, everytime Spike was completely bandaged the wrap job was probably a bit exaggerated. And even then he was stuck on couch rest for weeks. He, in all of his years of practice and development, could take it. You were strong mentally, sure. You were the most strong and stable thing in Spike’s life. But this wasn’t exactly a willpower sort of thing.

“I can’t wait for you to get better so I can yell at you for how reckless you were.” He tried to lighten the mood rather unsuccessfully. You laughed softly, ending in a rough cough. You raised your sleeved arm to cover your mouth but when you brought it away it was stained red. 

You tried to ignore this. Hopefully Spike hadn’t seen. “You’re too nice to yell.”

“I’ll get Faye to yell at you then.” You smiled, happy for the casual conversation. It wasn’t meant to last, though, as another coughing fit began. Spike looked down again to try and calm you, but he quickly noticed how your gray sweatshirt turned dark and how the inside of your lips were tinted red.

“Shit, (Y/n). We need to hurry up. You’re coughing up blood.” You were about to reply with something snarky but you’d used up all your words. You moaned, the pain starting to come back. You couldn’t believe the shock had lasted this long. 

The ship began to land outside of a pristine white building, a red cross above the front door. You were not supposed to park there, but Spike didn’t care. There was only one thing he cared about now. 

You moaned again, softly whimpering into his jacket. He kissed the top of your head before quickly opening the Swordfish’s hatch. “You’re going to be okay. We’re here. You’re okay.” You didn’t know if he was convincing you or himself but his rough voice was the last thing you heard before blacking out. 

Omg so true

Some poems that I wrote property of @sweetchildcloud !!!

WARNING CONTAINS:BLOOD,ANGST,VENT,DEATH apart for the 4° one

1°:

REGRET:

"I remember the moment I met you, you were there with the sun kissing your hazel hair, you were so vulnerable too, I don't know why I didn't intervene maybe because I was entranced by your beauty or because I hadn't noticed but now that you're sleeping holding in your hand the first gift I gave you on your birthday, you had such a big smile that made me feel insecure, I wanted to smile like you, I felt safe with you, you made the problems disappear for me I had

Now that I hear it, I feel selfish

If only I hadn't opened my mouth, if only I wouldn't have let you go, if only I'd told you how I felt, how sorry I was

Now I'm talking to a lifeless you devoid of that smile you had, I'm sorry I should have known that you were like me, that you felt the same about me, but I didn't understand it and now you're gone forever and I will forever remain with this remorse and with the only memory of you I remember the moment I met you, you were there with the sun kissing your hazel hair."

2°:

A CALMING CALL

Time passes

Life is short

It seems to me yesterday that we ran in the white meadows of the farm free as the wind, we laughed, with open arms to capture the something non-existent but that for us was there that only we could see, we didn't care the time that passed or our mother calling us for dinner and I was late making her angry

but she certainly couldn't see you, because of her you had gone away on that rainy day carried away by the voices you told me you heard every day but that I didn't hear I only heard our mother screaming your name in despair but you went into that thick forest bewitched by the voices, now that I'm in our little meadow no longer white I hear them, sister, the voices.. they are calling me they are docile like mothers who call their children but I also hear like another voice.. it's sad.. she's calling me...no no I can't I have to follow them and see you again like the last time you went into that dense forest

I feel it and like a cold hand that welcomes you after all the journey you've been on, was it like that for you too, my little sister? Is that why you never turn to look at me? I understand you I'm tired, I'm getting closer and closer, that sad voice is gone, silence, a pure silence of welcome .. now I see you .. you are lying in our no longer white meadow where we ran free like the wind

3°:

A FOX TO A RABBIT or SOFT BITE

This starry night is like the sky in your eyes, why don't you look at me? why don't you answer me? you are angry? is it because I bit you? even though I apologized? I smell blood and I'm scared, I'm scared I lost you forever, please look at me and jump away like always and I run after you to play but you're scared and ask for help but I don't understand I just wanted to play, it was my mistake I didn't want to feel the sharp canines, my mouth drooling and the instinct ... oh how can I not forget it :"kill, kill it" it whispered all over my body and I suddenly became hungry and began to increase the speed of my paws on the soft wet dirt and like a second I was suddenly with a starry night like the sky in your eyes

4°:

FRIENDLY SNOW

Oh how white you are, you are so simple and yet you fascinate so many people, children who play snow angels and in the meantime you make jokes by taking their colored hats and hiding them inside you that soft you where the animals hide and perhaps seeing those clothes so little ones they take them and wear them because even if you are so soft you are certainly not hot but cold as ice but you are also very weak in fact you can melt and destroy a child's dream in the form of a little house but after your departure you leave the place for your sister spring who consoles the crying child with her scents of flowers and newly blooming buds that will sparkle under the summer sunlight

5°{this is self insert}

I DESPISE YOU. YET I LET YOU LIVE

It's not you, it's not you, it's not you that smiley person who has a normal life, I hate you, I hate you so much, you lie everyday with that fake smile, I know it, oh god I know, I stare at you every day, every moment, when you hurt yourself, when you cry, why do you do this? why do you leave people who talk to you in that rude, cruel way, but you smile, they beat you, they bully you, but you smile with that fake smile but you are like me sad alone, full of hate that you don't pour on anyone but only on yourself and for that I hate you, I hate you so much I want to choke you and end this farce you call life

I can see that your a wolfwood simp...

*pen clicking with notebook*

Ok so what was that something that made u fell in love with?

What parts of him you like?

How MUCH u like him? (Talks a number 1 fan if trigun and simp of wolfwood)

Well I guess I have a thing for tall, dark men in suits, who have some sort of emotional trauma (emphasise on the trama), hides their emotions with an asshole attitude, act like they don't care or don't have feelings but they actually do, in desperate need of a hug....andddd may or may not die in the show.

I actually first saw wolfwood on ticktok and I would be lying if I said I'm not watching trigun just for him. 😂😂😂

THANK U !!!! 💕💞💓💞

Can I request gojo satoru and kaito with a depressed reader?

And they have an argument an the boys accidentally says something mean at their s/o

So the reader thinks that they are a burden for them so they write a goodbye letter ,u know what I mean, and the boys finds it when they want to apologise, u can decide if it can end bad or happy with fluff

a/n: hii! thank you for the request! I don't know like anything about kaito so I'm not going to write for them, I hope that's okay♡ I hope you like this! and my rule for hurt fics is to always finish hurt w comfort :D (I can't handle angst)

cw/tw: hurt/comfort (angst to fluff), sensitive topics kind of, crying, gn!reader, making up after an argument,

english isn't my first language so I apologise for bad writing

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arguments with gojo satoru were heated, the constant bickering went on for hours and hours and he could be a real asshole when he wanted to.

the current argument had already been going on for a few hours and you could see no end to it. it all started when gojo got home, he had a hard day and was looking forward to spend the evening with you.

but when he got home, he couldn't see you anywhere. he walked around the house a bit before finding you laying on your couch, sleeping. he was upset, he thought you'd make him dinner.

so when he woke you up, you could smell an argument incoming.

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"it's not my fault you're so goddamn lazy, (name)! you never do anything for me, god, it seems like I'm the only one who actually cares." he spits out.

"I care! and I do a lot for you, you just don't-"

"it's all my fault? you know, if you didn't want to be with me you could've just said that. you don't even try! you're so hard to deal with."

"satoru you don't get it! I'm trying, I really am, I'm doing my best!"

"well you're not doing enough!" he yells before storming off. you can hear him taking his keys and jacket, then the door opening and closing.

you process it for a while before you feel tears threatening to get out of your eyes. and you let them.

this was not your loving boyfriend. the man who you just argued with was so different from your gojo satoru. your gojo satoru understood you, he helped you. your gojo satoru would never yell at you nor blame you for not being able to do the same things other people do.

were you really that hard to deal with? so hard to deal with that he forgot all about your struggles? you didn't like the fact that you struggled, even less when it was with daily situations. your boyfriend had been understanding of you so what changed now?

you walk to your room, taking a piece of paper and a pen and begin writing a letter. if he thought you were hard to deal with, you would make it easier for him and leave.

you set your letter on the kitchen and go back to your room. you take a bag out of the closet, messily putting some of your stuff in it.

gojo comes back home exactly 7 minutes after you left. he calls out your name, hoping you'd answer and maybe come greet him even though you two had argued.

but you don't answer him. he's frustrated but he wants to find you and talk it out.

he walks into your shared bedroom and he feels his chest tighten as he sees the messy state of the room, seeing most of your things gone. he shakes the uneasy feeling off. maybe you were just renovating the room.

but as he searches more of the house, he sees more of your stuff gone. he walks to your bathroom and he sees your towel gone. he rushes to the living room and notices your books being nowhere to be seen. panic is taking over him now. you could have not, you wouldn't leave him, he thinks.

he runs to the kitchen. it looks awfully clean and untouched compared to the other parts of the house. the bouquet of roses he got you a few days ago had a piece of paper next to it.

he quickly takes the paper in his hands, scanning through the writing. he recognizes your handwriting. the ink is mixed on some parts of the paper and he's not stupid, he knows you cried while writing it. he starts reading it.

"dear satoru, I'm sorry for our argument. I should've noticed how much of a burden I was for you. I'm sorry to have forced you to stay with me."

he panics more. he didn't mean what he said but he knows you're not like him. and god, you never forced him to stay with you. he stayed because he loves you.

the letter continues:

"I never wanted to make you feel like this and I'm sorry to have done it. I've decided to end your suffering of dealing with me. thank you for everything, with love: (name)"

he doesn't believe himself. how could he have made you feel like this? he doesn't see you as a burden, hell, he thinks he is the burden. you've never actually made him feel that way.

he feels guilt sting his chest. he needs to find you and apologize to you. so he runs back to the door and puts his shoes on.

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he's been looking for you for hours. anyone else would've stopped already, it's getting late and dark and it's raining a bit.

but he doesn't care about any of that, he needs to find you.

he gets close to a familiar park and decides to run through. it was the park where he confessed his feelings towards you. he doesn't know how, but suddenly he is in front of you. you are sitting on the park bench; the bench where he confessed to you on.

it's raining but he could see your tear stained face. and you aren't wearing the warmest clothes there is either; just a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

he takes his jacket off and wraps it around you before he kneels down and looks into your teary eyes. he doesn't know where to start.

"(name) I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean any of the things I said. I don't know why I said them but I shouldn't have because I don't actually think the way I said.

I know you try. you're doing so well, I'm really proud of you and I really didn't mean when I said that you're not doing enough. you are doing so much more than enough. you're not hard to deal with, you're the best that's ever happened to me." he rambles.

you look at him and sigh. "I don't know, satoru. you really hurt me. I thought you wanted me to leave-"

"absolutely not, (name), I love you. I don't want you to leave, never."

you're quiet and he extends his arms, asking you to hug him. he's looking at you with a sad smile, trying to show that he really is serious right now.

you're still mad at him but you need comfort too, so you rush into his arms. he wraps his arms tightly around you and rubs comforting circles on your back.

"there." he whispers into your hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, satoru, even though you're an idiot sometimes." you say with a soft smile.

he laughs. "you want some ice cream? my treat, of course. I'll buy you the whole store if you want, I'd do anything for you.

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I don't really like this but I hope you enjoy it anyway skjfhdsjfh

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