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The possibilities sent a rush of heat through Nick’s chest, and he shifted fully onto the bed as it settled in his gut when he reached for Vash’s coat. He lifted it to his eye level, noticing little mended patches and frayed edges. God, he was low for this, for violating his friend’s things for his own pleasure. At least he felt guilty over it, right?
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An Unhelpful Hand by AngelTails773
Fandoms: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Stampede & Trigun Stargaze (Anime 2023-2026)
31 Jul 2026
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“Don’t think I could take anyone else upstairs if I wanted to at this point. Can’t you see how much I want you?” Wolfwood lightly squeezed at Vash’s leg. He couldn’t deny the effect all of Wolfwood’s attention was having on him. He certainly saw how desperate Wolfwood was getting, a reflection of how they were reaching the bottoms of their wallets. Even though they both knew they’d be sharing, it was wise to wrap this act up and get back to their room.
“Well, you’ve been dropping hints for a while, and I guess you’re cute enough.” Vash knew the backhanded compliment was the best way Wolfwood could take it without him putting in any extra work. “Finish your drink, and I’ll let you show me your room for the night.”
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A Jacket And a Dream by AngelTails773
Fandoms: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Stampede & Trigun Stargaze (Anime 2023-2026)
14 May 2026
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With the change in seasons came changes in his own body. He’d felt it days ago when the easy comfort of his companions’ body heat became electric, jarring. At that point he’d begun to pull away just a little. His walls slid back into place like a second skin and he carried on with a smile as if nothing were wrong. Vash had dealt with this for longer than they’d been alive. It’d be fine.
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Things were not fine.
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Church confession gone wrong (gone extremely embarassing?!) by AngelTails773
Fandoms: Fear & Hunger (Video Games)
07 Feb 2026
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Crumbling marble busts lined Marcoh’s path as he caught sight of a confession booth, almost hidden and unassuming at the end of the dimly lit room. He had never gone for confession himself but he knew how it was done. You sat down, spilled your wrongdoings, and got a quick fix prescribed by the priest. Others always reported the freeing feeling of weight lifted off of their shoulders. Marcoh sure had a lot weighing him down since arriving in Prehevil, hell, since he was turned to the streets as a child. Maybe giving a confession now would be a little test of its enlightening effects. He thought back to the dream he had on the train and the immediate guilt he felt after.
Marcoh took a seat in the confession booth. The well-worn wood of the bench creaked under his weight. The air in here seemed denser, charged somehow. With a sigh, Marcoh began, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…”