The ground should worship itself for the blessing of Knives's mere existence.

[Trigun Stampede]: "Does it cure it? The loneliness?" On a night he wakes up to find that his favorite song fails to comfort him, Knives has to ask himself this question. One-shot.

Set in '23 Trigun/Stampede. Brad and Vash go on another excursion to find more broken down ships, but this time, they are followed. What will Luida find when she gets there? Mature themes ahead. Apparent age gap is to be expected, with a highly impressionable Teen Vash. Don't like it; don't read.

(A Trigun Stampede Story) On the way to July, the group takes a break for what should be a calm afternoon... until a minor disagreement spirals into a full blown competition.

All he knows is his name and a melody that flows through his blood and fills his head and heart and— [Trigun: Stampede spoilers]

Todo comenzó con la mención de una mordida, pero esa noche en el desierto perduró al menos en el corazón de Meryl. Ella se quedó varada, pero lentamente intenta enterrarla en su propio olvido.

Calla Canary only has two rules as a bounty hunter; bring her target in alive and make sure they deserve it first. Gunning to get herself set for life, she goes after Vash and while he definitely breaks rule number two, he certainly attracts a long string of bad news with high bounties that might help her retire if she can tolerate Nicholas D. Wolfwood long enough. (Stampede focus)

Zazie doesn't pick sides, but the Tri-Punisher of Death almost makes them want to.

The Punisher slips from his grasp as Wolfwood doubled over, pressing a hand against his mouth as he takes a few shallow breaths. He shuts his eyes as the sand moves, clasping a hand against his knee as he lurches again, swallowing several times. He felt like shit. His head was killing him. His body, dizzy, uncomfortable, too warm. Sickfic!

well i have possibly been drugged, i wake up in an unknown place with a few familiar faces ... from trigun ? so im pulled into his adventure for love and peace, while trying to live, but as a plus i get cool weapons and a bad-ass title. slow burner for ocXvash may or maynot have slight AU, slow to update not dedicated writer sorry. please rate/review incudes swears

Nicholas guides Livio back.

i hate it when i order soup and get feet

A Knives/Vash poem written for a Dreamwidth challenge

Meryl and Milly are reporters for No Man's Land Broadcasting. In fact, they've been promoted to get their own segment to work on. Outlaw Insider. Their new job, tracking down the world's most wanted men to ask them a few simple questions. Vash's new job-Keeping them alive without them finding him out...Or maybe finding out how capable the girls really are.

Legato has the power to change anyone's fate and he chooses the man who changed his.

Of all the cruel fates the world has to offer, why must it saddle Legato with Vash the Stampede?

Legato stares up with unrestrained wonder as Knives offers a piece of himself as sustenance. [Warning: consensual cannibalism]

Trigun Stampede ‘verse: Traveling with Meryl and Roberto has been a blessing Vash sorely needed, and he doesn’t want to impede any more than he already does- so when he takes a graze to the shoulder he doesn’t think to mention it. Unfortunately it was more than a simple bullet…

[Trigun Stampede] Nai synchronises with Vash.

Legato gets a taste of salvation.

Knives has always loved his brother and has never truly listened to him- and that's where tragedy blooms.

"I know, I know… just… ugh! I hate this. I hate all of this. People shouldn't… we should be better than this…" They should. Wolfwood knew they weren't. He'd known since the day he'd left the orphanage. He knew that everyone had something they would sacrifice if the price was right… a promise, a moral, a life… And yet… and yet, he thought, not him.

Vash discusses what could have been- and may be, in the future- with a good friend. One-shot, ‘98 anime canon.

Trigun Stampede Universe- Tag to Episode 9: Millions Knives. What we didn’t get to see, Luida gets Vash back home, she and Brad (and the rest of the ship) scramble to help heal him.

It had been a while. How many years? Not too many, I guess. I hadn't changed much. He, of course, hadn't changed in the slightest. Except, maybe . . . for something in his eyes. (Takes place before/around/during TRIGUN STAMPEDE. I'm leaving it marked as uncompleted, because, although it could be a one-shot, I had initially planned on writing more, and I still hope to do so.)