How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
~Annie Dillard
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
~Colette
Trigun belongs to Yasuhiro Nightow. I merely want to share in the sand-ridden-planet-immortal-brotherly-fued-angst and priest-lovin' joy and not the profits.
Fics
Snow in December
An AU manga-verse one-shot. Years after everything changes, a meeting.
This story is rated Fairly Tame for implied priest/plant lovin' and language.
How to Sleep Above the Sky
AU. Nicholas Wolfwood, a young Plant engineer, comes to space looking for adventure and finds much more than he bargained for.
This story is rated Fairly Tame for swearing.
Tension
Vash and Wolfwood and UST.
This fic is rated Mature for masturbation and swearing.
Shameless V/W smut.
This story is rated Mature for graphic gay sex.
Drabbles
Soft
The whole planet was hard. The roads were hard-packed dirt, the houses cold stone, the people tough as old leather. Even the sand was hard under her back, though it clung to everything and your feet sank into it to the ankle.
But Millie was soft and inviting all over, her skin velvety over every muscle and curve. Her hands were soft between the rough calluses that made Meryl shiver when she dragged them down her flanks, up her thighs. Her mouth was soft and wet and skilled, her breath an inaudible caress and her teeth worried Meryl's earlobe softly.
May I have this dance?
For anyone but them, the night would have been undeniably romantic.
"Ow! Vash! I should've known you'd have two left feet."
The gunman looked sheepish and amused in equal measures as Meryl extracted herself from his arms. She strode over to the others with a determined chin and tapped Wolfwood on the shoulder.
"I'm cutting in."
The priest smiled gallantly and found himself abruptly alone. Millie was whisked into an easy pirouette and a dip, giggling delightedly.
Vash was staring at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.
"May I have this dance?"
Wolfwood blinked owlishly for a moment then looked utterly scandalized.
