Ensign Sue Must DieTitle: Ensign Sue Must Die part 1Ensign Sue Must Die by Enide-Dear
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Valenwind…or is it?
A/N: Inspired by the Webcomic Ensign Sue Must Die (can be found here on dA) and Wikipedia Weirdest Murders in History.
A/N2: For the Sue Must Die! Contest at :iconvalenwindluvers:!
Soft, warm feelings wasn’t what Vincent knew best. For several weeks he’d been convinced he was coming down with a mild fever, perhaps even the flue, due to the flushes of warmth that seemed to engulf his body at random moments, the strange bouts of dizziness, the sudden rush of his heart. Feeling awkward about it, he’d finally asked Aerith as the group’s healer what might be done. It was distracting after all, and although not entirely uncomfortable still something he felt he must get to the bottom of.
Aerith had listened patiently and after he was done listing his complains she’d taken his hand, patted it gently and told him he was in love and that there was no cure for that. And if there h
Valenwind Day: Think TwiceValenwind Day: Think TwiceValenwind Day: Think Twice by Talliya
Vincent closed his eyes as the music washed over him, a small smirk played at the corner of his mouth listening to the lyrics. It was his and Cid’s song; it perfectly described them... except that neither of them were female. But they’d both had their trials and bouts of jealousy. And finally in the end they had each other – the only thing they’d ever really wanted.
Vincent had first met Cid when he was a Turk and Cid was just a newbie kid in the burgeoning Space Program. His red eyes had worked over the mechanic/engineer’s form and nearly had him drooling. Luckily for him Veld had paged him just then or he probably would have made an absolute fool of himself in an attempt to be the one to show the beautiful blonde around ShinRa HQ. But Veld had and Vincent had ended up on his fateful mission to protect two crazy scientists. He’d fallen for Lucrecia not because he was attracted to her but because she seemed so interested in
MARY SUE MUST DIE!I remember that fuckin' day when all that serious shit happened that changed my life. Vincent would use words like, "it was a faithful day", or "it changed my path exceedingly" to describe what happened on that day.MARY SUE MUST DIE! by CrisisHalfPrincess
But hell, I don't need such snot-phrases to tell you that a lot of crap was going on then. And you'll understand that even more after you have heard the story of those disasters, and you'll want the witch that caused all them to burn in hell, the place where she fucking belongs to.
"You shoulf fry thif ftuff, it'f fuckin delifiouf", said the blonde pilot, totally ignoring all the crumbs flying far off his mouth. "I can't imagine in my wildest dreams that this mixture of ingredients that have nothing to do with each other could blend together to something that tastes halfway acceptable." responded a cool and distant voice while its owner stared at the strange half-eaten lump in the rough hands of his friend, wrinkling his nose slightly." "Hell, guess your "wildest dre
Valenwind Day: Wrong?Things had been a tough ride since day one, and Cid knew that things would be no different today; he and Vincent didn't exactly see eye to eye. They were too different, and both stubborn, once they stood their ground, neither would budge; Cid thought back, to the day they met, it wasn't long before they were shooting glares at each other. They couldn't get along, they forced themselves to be in the same room when needed. Tifa and Barret's wedding...All they managed was a 'hello' before they couldn't stand to be around each other. The party afterwards was the same too. They were okay with sitting at the bar, together; after a few drinks, they found it easier to talk.Valenwind Day: Wrong? by chee-wee
Vincent asked Cid if he could stay in the airship, he knew being drunk he wouldn't be able to find anywhere else safe. Cid agreed in his intoxicated state, and they both barely made it to his airship before they were kissing, grabbing at each others clothes. And the sex, it was amazing, both of them pent up and in need; Cid
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A Very Merry Valenwind X-MasVincent stirred, shivering slightly from the chill spilling through the window. His eyes fluttered softly open, gazing drowsily around the room. The gunman buried his face in the pillow, soon pushing up onto his elbows. Wait a minute how did I get here? Wasnt I in the Den?
A soft clink, from the kitchen, caught his attention. Vincent slid his hand under the mattress, pulling out the small pistol he kept hidden underneath.
Slipping quietly towards the door, he tripped the hammer, a hand falling on the door to open it. The ex-Turk slid through the door, squaring up a shot on the intruder.
Huh? The blonde pilot turned, his hands shooting up, at the sight of the gun. Whoa! Dont shoot! I didnt do it!
Vincent sighed, laying the gun down on the table. What are you doing here?
I just stopped by to see you, but you were asleep.
I can see that, but put your hands down.
Snow AngelsBy: Albedosreqium / Soyna
Warnings and Genre:
Fluffy Drabble in nature. Yaoi but mild, Valenwind. If you don't like it then I recommend that you do not read any further than this line.
Before the Final Battle in FFVII
All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©.
Status and type : Completed One Shot
Summary and additional information:
Stupid Contest. I tried to draw it but the sketch was so pathetic that I gave up and decided that I need to stay with my written word. This is very short and fluffy. Demons can make angels too.
Thanks the Ziggy Pasta again for awesome beta job, as per usual.
"What are you doing?"
Vincent had to blink a couple times to make sure
The most wonderful time of the yearTitle: The most wonderful time of the year.
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Valenwind, TsengxReeve, implied AngealxGenesis
Rating: work safe
Summary: Vincent and Tseng hates Christmas but love another holliday
It was that most wonderful time of the year. Houses were being decorated with garlands and Christmas trees and al the decorative trims, lit up by hundreds of colorful lights. Cheerful greetings meet all in the happy bustle of pre-Christmas shopping, presents were being hidden in secret locations and the food was delightful. Everyone was happy and excited and everywhere you looked there were glitter and lights and the scent of food and candy.
Vincent Valentine hated it from the bottom of his tattered soul.
It wasn’t just the decorations, even though he secretly considered porcelain Santas to be the lowest kind of human art, or the many garish lights that blocked out the peaceful dark and stars. Not the fatty food that made him sluggish and gassy. Or the presents, even though the
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