Thread by @exhaustedpillow

#KV #plantcest

angst soulmate AU | no mcd | implied mpreg

Vash knows he’s late.
It's already too late when he sees him, leaning on the wall of the alley, with his head down and his arms lying listlessly on his side.
He knows, but it doesn't stop him from running to his Knives,

screaming his name on the top of his lungs, seared with unbearable pain and burns of misery.
His yell turns into a loud whimper of distress and anxiety as the blood on the wall that was hidden under the darkness is now revealed, clear as the day.

Knives' blood.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴' 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥.
Vash scrambles and crouches by his side, ignoring, pretending that his boots are not smeared with red. Not listening to the wet squelches as he checks his breath. Hoping praying demanding for the world to let him see the up and down of

Knives' chest, in an attempt to breathe even if it's so fleetingly.
But nothing.
There's nothing but stillness and silence and Vash's world is steadily, fastly crumbling down.
"Nai... Nai wake up." Vash stutters, begs, as he gently, fearfully touches Knives' face. Another whimper

of unwillingness and pain breaks out from his chest when it feels cold, terribly cold.

𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

His Nai is warm, is blue in a way that blue flame does but with the destruction a red flame brings.
Then why is he cold?
"Nai..." Vash chuckles

wetly, as his shaking hand is now grasping at his big brother's hand, his lover’s, the man he has carelessly ran away from, abandoned in a fit of anger and childishness.
It's cold too.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥?
"Nai, please." Vash desperately whispers.

"We haven't made up. You haven't scolded me again while bringing a box of donuts as a peace offering. I haven't yelled at you, haven't kissed you." He continues as tears are now streaming down his face. He lifts Knives' limp hand and rubs it on his slightly round stomach.

"Haven't told you that I'm carrying our child." He sobs as deep-seated regret blooms inside of him.

Why why why-

Why, how did it turn this way?

The heavy throbbing on his chest, the constriction around his lungs, will never beat the absolute anguish he feels mentally. "Won't

you feel pity for our child, Nai?" Vash asks with steadily shortening breath. "They need you, I need you. Open your eyes, please." He cries as he leans his forehead against the older male.
Bright light glows between them as their soulmate marks resonate with each other, though

Knives' dimmer, too faint in comparison to what it used to be.
And it clicks inside of him.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
An almost myth, a situation where one-half of the soulmate can give half of their life force to save the other.
No one knows why or how to trigger the magic, but

it exists.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
Without any hesitation, Vash closes his eyes and lets the light sucks something unidentifiable out of him.
It'll be okay. So long that Knives is alive. So long that Knives doesn't leave his side.

.

But what Vash didn't think will occur is-
Hard and wary eyes. Dangerous. Hostile as a gun is pointed at him, at his forehead, aimed to kill him in an instant.

"Who are you and what are you doing inside my bedroom?"