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7 months ago

Tickletober-2024 Day 2: Chase

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

lee!vash, ler!wolfwood

Summary: Vash was somehow annoying and Wolfwood had enough.

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"Get over here spiky hair!"

"NAHAhah-stay ahaway!!"

Vash wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in this situation.

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It had been a long day, the four of them driving for hours across the bland landscape. Their water supply was still pretty full, and their food was tasting good.

Basically, the drive was so uneventful, it was boring.

Roberto was napping in the passenger side, while Meryl drove. The two of them had been taking turns when Roberto was sober.

Wolfwood and Vash were in the back. Vash had been talking for hours, about what, he didn't remember. He was just so restless after being stuck in a car for hours. Wolfwood looked bored the whole time, but that was fine, Vash just needed to talk before he went nuts with just his own thoughts.

That's when it happened.

Vash didn't know what he said, but suddenly Wolfwood sat up straight.

"Pull over." He demanded, "I need to talk with Spiky hair."

The way he said talk sent shivers down Vash's spine. Did I do something wrong?

Meryl just rolled her eyes and slowed the car into a stop, happy for any excuse for a break.

"What did I do?" Vash whined as he and Wolfwood exited the car. "I was just talking."

"That's the problem, idiot." Wolfwood walked around to face him, a scowl on his face. "You're too noisy and I want a nap."

"Well, sure, I can be quiet." Vash rolled his eyes. "You just needed to ask."

"I don't believe you." Wolfwood stepped closer. "I think you need to let out all that pent up energy." He was right in Vash's face.

"So what, we're gonna talk outside the car?" Vash knew he was being too snappy, but seriously, 3 hours in a car will do that to someone. "I hate to break it to you, but that won't heEEAGH!"

Vash lept back, rubbing his hand against his ribs where Wolfwood had pinched. It had tickled.

"Why did you..." Vash's voice petered out as he saw that look in his friends eyes. He took another step back, his hands going up in a placating gesture. "Now Wolfwood... Let's not do anything silly..."

"Isn't being silly your whole thing?" Wolfwood smirked and cracked his knuckles. "This should be right up your alley." He raised his hands into claws. "Now let's get you tired out."

"You know whahat? Ihi'm tired nohow-" Vash backed away from the car and the sinister being in front of him.

Said being just grinned, an evil sparkle in his eye. "Run."

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"Woholfwoohoohd, stahap chasing mehehe!" Vash stumbled up a dune, giggles slipping out when he saw his hunter close behind.

"I will if you stop running!" He paused to gasp for breath. "This would be over sooner if you would stay still!" He lunged at the blond.

"naAH!!" Vash dived under his legs and rolled back down the hill, narrowly avoiding his clutches. "Seehee yuh!" He cackled as he picked up speed, having way to much fun with their new version of tag.

Wolfwood growled, fighting a genuine smile at the silliness that man seemed to project. "I'm coming for you, Vash the Stampede!" He leapt down.

Vash leapt to his feet and turned to see where the brunette was, and all but shrieked when he saw Wolfwood rapidly gaining on him, using the momentum from the downhill to sprint super fast.

"MEHERYHL!" He ran for the car, "HEHELP MEHE!"

Meryl, who had been stretching and pacing next to the car while the two men ran around the area, rolled her eyes and slid into the driver's seat. She winked at Vash.

"W-Wait!!" He was almost there, "Whahat are yo-"

And just as he was about to grab the handle, the sound of the lock clicking rang out, louder than a siren.

He stared in stunned silence at Meryl, who waved cheekily at him. Did she just-

"wAAUGH!" Wolfwood collided with his back, tackling to the ground, pinning him on his stomach.

"I caught you!" Vash's heart lept into his throat at the sinister tone Wolfwood's voice took. He began to struggle, trying to knock him off. Those nervous giggles came back full force.

"W-Wahahit, buhuhuddyhehe, lehets talk a-abohut thiIS-EEAAHAhahahaha-NAHha!"

Two evil hands vibrated deeply into his ribs, making those awful, silly sparks spread through his torso, pulling the loudest cackles from his wide, smiling, mouth.

"Ohoho, no." The self-proclaimed under taker couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. Vash's laugh was way too contagious. "You've done more than enough talking today. It's time we make sure you get all that restlessness out." He switched to scratching his higher ribs, which certainly got a good reaction.

"WohohlfwohoOHOHHAHAHAHAAA!!" The gunman's legs began kicking frantically behind him, trying to either assist in escaping or distract him from those wiggly fingers wrecking his nervous system. "I-CAHAHAHAHAAANT!! EEAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Case in point." Wolfwood shook his head, grinning, "Look at how much energy is going already! We'll be done in no time."

"Try not to kill him!" Meryl called from her seat, having rolled down the window. She smiled at Vash's bright pink, laughing face. He should laugh for real more often.

"Don't worry, it's gonna take more than a little tickling to off the famous outlaw, Vash the Stampede." Wolfwood pulled a hand away to give her a thumbs up, switching to pinching up and down the blonde's ribcage, giving him a little break.

"eheheheheheh" Vash just lay there, trying to breath evenly. His face felt sore from smiling so much and his brain felt squishy. How long has it been since anyone tickled me? he wondered. No one sense Rem... He felt his heart grow a bit heavy at the thought. It was always fun playing silly games with her. Rem...

"Hey, spiky hair!" Wolfwood's voice jolted him out of his spiral, or maybe it was the scribbling between his shoulder blades, causing his full body to spasm with a squeal. His giggles became higher pitched. Backs can be ticklish!?

"Don't think I'm done just 'cause I gave you a break." Wolfood smiled down at him. He could almost sense when Vash began thinking too hard on whatever his sad backstory was. He did it way too often when given time to think. Maybe this can help him stop for a while along with tiring him out.

Wolfwood switched his smile to an evil grin again before Meryl noticed. "We're staying here until you stop squirming. Then I'll know your tuckered out." He bagan to scribble at Vash's ribs again.

"M-Ehehehehaha-Meheryhyhhl!!" Vash weakly raised a shaky hand towards the car, his nose scrunching when the scratching on his back moved up, towards his neck. "HEHEehEHlp meheheheEHE!"

"Sorry bud," Meryl shrugged unapologetically, "You seem like you need a good laugh right now, plus your jabbering earlier was getting annoying." She then looked up to Wolfwood. "Maybe try his armpits, that's always a good spot."

Vash's stomach swooped at those words, his frantic kicking started again, and he began to claw at the ground. "NohohohoOH!" He shook his head.

Wolfwood snickered at his sad attempt at crawling. "Where are you trying to go right now?" He lifted his hands away and scooting forward onto his ribs.

"Ahahawahahyeehee frohom yohoho-EEEHK!" Vash squeaked as he felt hands rest right in his underarms, unmoving. His arms immediately tried to slam down, but Wolfwoods knees were in the way!

"Any last words?" The fingers twitched.

"pleheheheahase!! wahahait- I-Ihcahahant- ihihihihihit-yohohohouhuHUHUHUOHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAAJHAHAG- NAHAGAHSGAHT THEHRYEHEHEREE!! HYYEEAAHHAHAGSTHTGGHXCJFJ!!!"

"Woah!!" Wolfwood nearly fell off from the sudeen bucking and twisting. "This spot must really tickle, huh?"

"YEHEGRGHEHEHESSS!! STAHAHAHHAASDCGGHH!!"

"In aha bihiht, I wanna mahake sure thihis wohorks." Wolfwood dug in with glee, the hysterical laughter flowing from the human typhoon was so infectious he couldn't help the snickers that escaped.

Meryl couldn't stop giggling either. She was too distracted by the sight of Vash's demise, she didn't notice the movement next to her.

"Ghh..." Roberto was woken by the sound of... screaming? "What are y'all doing?" He opened one eye to the rookie giggling? and looking out her window.

She startled at his voice, turning to face him. "Ohoho... uhuhumm..."

"Ihi'm ticklihihng this idiohohot." The loud, chuckling voice of the new group member came from the driver's side window.

Roberto's eyes widened. This I gotta see. He stepped out of the car and walked around to the front.

There was Vash, cackling and screeching on the ground, unmoving. Wolfwood sat on top, his hands were in fact tickling at the humanoid typhoon's armpits.

"It seems you ahare." How was that screeching infectious? "But I think he's hahad enouhugh." Roberto crossed his arms, giving the don't argue with me look.

"Yeaha, youhur rigiht." Wolfwood backed off, standing up. He faced the older man. "How was your nap?"

"...Fine?" That seemed like a loaded question. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering since I didn't get mine." Wolfwood sighed. "Someone wouldn't shut up." He smirked.

Roberto glanced down at Vash, who hadn't moved much. His arms were clamped down on his side, and tired giggles were streaming out of his giant smile. "He certainly isn't talking anymore."

"Then I believe it's time to go!" Wolfwood clapped his hands. He walked around to his door and sat down in the car.

Roberto rolled his eyes and tapped the humanoid puddle with his foot. "You ready to go?"

Nothing but giggles were his answer.

"Goodness." He sighed, then picked up the blond and carried him to his seat, setting him down and buckling him. "What did you do?" He looked up to Wolfwood, only to see him snoring already. He really did want that nap, huh?

Roberto opened the driver door. "Switch with me, I'm driving."

Vash couldn't stop giggling. Those phantom tickles kept moving up and down his ribs. His brain felt like mush, and he couldn't grasp any thoughts. He only felt lighter than ever.

Maybe he should bother Wolfwood more often...

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Author's Note: I went a little overboard with this one, lol

I freaking love Vash. He's so silly and deserves all the love and tickles (mainly tickles). Until next time!

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YES! YES! THANK YOU! I've wanted to write about this goobie woobie for so long! I've actually had some HCs written up for ages but never found silly Trigun fans to share them with! 😭 Bless your little socks anon!! Thank you for the opportunity to go HDBDIAOWKDBAI over my Vashy-Washy! XD Love you dust bunny!!!

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Lee:

Being inhuman has its perks. Not many but a few. Immortality is pretty cool. But in Vashs case, hanging out with the humans has brought upon a strange, problem, when it comes to physical touch.

At first, Vash had never heard of tickling or being ticklish. Why would he when everyone has only ever wanted to kill him? Until he met Meryl and Millie. One drunken party had led to a cuddle pile where the two females decided to attack the defenceless male, leading to the discovery. He is, in fact, very ticklish.

He is ticklish absolutely everywhere. Luckily, his huge coat and armour protect him most of the time. You'll have to catch him out of uniform to make him squeal.

Saying catch isn't really right, though. He loves being tickled and won't try to avoid an attack if he sees it coming. Like an obedient pup, he'll lay there and take it. Despite his wriggling, he does his best not to get away or stop those scribbling fingers.

His laugh is wonderful. Bright, loud, full of life. And he's very chatty whilst being wrecked. Being his usual goofy self, he'll say the most random things between his laughter.

"H-Hehey! Ahaha! Gohod I could reheheally go for a snAHAHACK rigihight now! Aha! Hah... Aww, why you stop?"

Brat. Brat. Bratty brat brat. Big playful goob. If he wants tickles, he'll follow you around all day until he gets them. Even if it means tickling you first to get a response, he'll do it. He'll poke you. Scare you. Steal a snack. Even throw some playful cheesy flirting your way.

His favourite are reward tickles.

"Didn't I do a good job taking care of those bandits? Come oooon, you know what to do~" He'd say, sprawling happily over your lap.

Praise him. Tell him how cute he is. It's the only time you might be able to fluster him instead of the other way round. If you manage to accomplish this, he'll cover his ears, trying to hide how red they go.

Drunk Vash tickles? Yes. His gangly limbs are so uncoordinated that he'll just flop around like a wet noodle. Hiccuping and snorting happily. Wolfwood takes full advantage of this as he's usually on the receiving end of tickles~

His most sensitive areas are his knees, ribs, and underarms. He also loves it when you tickle his palm. Having only one real hand means the one he's got needs extra love. The teddybear song is a personal favourite of his. Since he's a big kid, really.

Basically, he loves being tickled. Any time. Any place. For any reason. Laughter is so important to him. How could he not crave the sensation?

Ler:

Run. Just run. This man is a menace. Ever heard of the tickle monster? This guy gives him nightmares. In the best possible way.

For whatever reason, you look down in the dumps, or maybe you just committed the unspeakable SIN of eating his last doughnut. Vash is gonna getcha~

He'll chase you round all day, laughing with you as he puts on his 'villain' voice, cooing and teasing as he makes grabby hands at you as you try to flee.

"I'm gonna getcha~!"

"Mwahaha! You think you can escape the claws of Vash the humanoid Typhoon!? Nae! You will suffer at my hand, Mortaaaal!"

"Wow, you're quick! What's got you so frantic, I wonder? Haha!"

Once he catches you, it's over. He'll use his mechanic arm to hold your wrists, allowing his free hand to do the work.

He's a skitterer. Spider fingers are his favourites since they make his victims giggle the most. Changing spots every couple of seconds to keep you wriggling.

The sharpshooter had also invented his own adorable little game! He calls it 'Don't shoot'.

The ler surprises the Lee, aiming finger guns at them and calling 'Hands up!' The Lee has to respond quick as they can with 'Don't shoot!' Whilst throwing theirs hands up. If they're quick enough, the ler, Vash, approaches with his finger guns, circling and teasing the victim with anticipation. Faking a prod or two. The victim has to not flinch or giggle or they get 'shot' or rather, bombarded with tickly pokes.

Vash, being Vash, always makes the sound effects as he's poking you. "Pew! Pew! Pew! Should have stayed still, bandit!" He also loves being on the receiving end of this game, always losing, curling up as soon as those fingers get too close.

He's so gentle as a ler. Teasy and bubbly as always. He'll pull you into a hug, wriggling his fingers into your sides, blowing raspberries on your neck. He's a big guy, holding you still isn't difficult.

"Ah, Mon précieux, what a lovely singing voice you posesse~"

"A snort!? For me!? Oh my gosh, do it again!"

"Huh? Don't say tickle? Why shouldn't I say tickle? Is tickle a bad word? Is ticklish a bad word, too? What about tickled? Oh gosh, I'm saying all these awful tickly words! Oh well, I've sinned now, might as well go all out~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Once he's tired you out, he'll hold you close to him, chuckling quietly at how flustered you are as he pets your hair. He'll share a doughnut if he feels he's been particularly mean~ Lucky you!

Vash, Vash, Vash. What a goobie woobie he is. My beloved sunflower 🥹 Making this a world build upon love and peace!!! 🤞 Marry me FUCK SAKE! XD

100% Switch!

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