Of Snowstorms and Demons
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
845
Reviews:
76
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Snowstorms 4
~Of Snowstorms and Demons
Chapter 4
To say Cid Highwind was having a rough day could be like saying Hojo was only a little crazy; the understatement of the decade. First he had fought with a snowstorm in order to get landed in one piece in Nibelheim, only to end up with his engines frozen. Then, after becoming half-frozen himself, he had finally met up with Vincent and was glomped by the man’s most fearsome demon and played fetch with another. To top it all off, now the gunman seemed determined to deprive his brain of any blood, making little noises and movements with his tongue that did nothing to quell the pilot’s imagination.
“Ack! God DAMMIT!” And apparently his ass was being haunted by ghosts.
Vincent looked up from the book he was reading, raising an eyebrow at the fuming pilot, “What is it now Highwind?”
“Somethin’ pinched my ass again! I swear this fuckin’ place is haunted.”
The gunman sighed as he set his book aside and smoothed the cloak that way lying across his lap, “While I do not doubt the mansion having ghosts, with the sordid past is carries, I doubt they have any reason to molest your posterior.”
Blue eyes narrowed at the raven-haired man’s mocking tone before glancing down at the red cloak. Cid had his suspicions but the idea seemed crazy. ‘Any crazier than a guy havin’ four demons in him?’ The pilot blinked. Great. Now he was talking to himself, “It’s official. I’ve fuckin’ lost it.”
A low snicker caused him to glare at the gunman, “Oh, ya find this fuckin’ hilarious, don’t ya? If I’m goin’ nuts, I’m takin’ you to the looney bin with me!”
Vincent outright laughed and Cid crossed his arms with a huff and pouted. This only brought more laughter and the rare sound broke the pilot’s mask and he soon joined in. The halls of the mansion echoed with merriment, the old building seeming to welcome the sounds. Finally both men calmed and remained in comfortable silence for a moment.
“Hey Vince?”
A single scarlet eye opened, swiveling to land on the blond, “Hm?”
Cid looked uncomfortable for a few seconds before deciding to go ahead, “I was jus’ wonderin’ something. Ya might think I’m crazy but I’ve seen yer cloak move several times when there wasn’t no wind and-” Blond brows rose and his jaw dropped as the fabric in question shifted and stretched, one of the tattered ends caressing his cheek before pushing his gaping mouth shut.
Vincent gave the stunned pilot a small smile, “I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.”
Blue eyes followed the movement as the cloak pulled away and resettled on the gunner’s lap, “So, uh, why didn’t ya ever do somethin’ like that before? I mean, I know yer pretty good at hidin’ shit and all, but with how much we were around ya back then, I think one of us woulda noticed.”
The scarlet eyed man did not respond immediately, instead studying the pilot thoughtfully. Seeming to come to some conclusion, he shrugged, “I was unaware that I could at the time. My memories of my past in Nibelheim is vague on good days and all too clear on bad ones.”
Cid gave a nod, “Alright, then what the hell did Professor Skitzo do to ya ta give ya that little number?”
A dark eyebrow rose, “Professor Skitzo?”
The pilot smirked, “Well, everyone seems to get all twitchy and shit when somebody says his name so I figured callin’ him somethin’ else would help.”
Vincent shook his head, “Well it wasn’t something that he did actually. It is a side effect of the demons inside me in order to protect their host body. If I die, they die. That is why it offers so much protection though it seems to be ordinary cloth. After my first round of transformations in the labs, Hojo was rather perplexed to find that I had this cloak and tried to take it in for study. None of the four liked that so, well, let’s just say he found that it doesn’t have to be on me to be dangerous.”
“I’ll be sure ta remember that. So what else can ya do?”
Red flags immediately went off in Cid’s head as the scarlet eyes became unfocused. Whatever the demons were suggesting was almost sure to be trouble for him. Then that weird ghost of a smile appeared on the pale face and the pilot found himself wondering how long it would take him to get to his spear on the other side of the couch. ‘Fuckin’ hell! Ain’t no way I’m gonna start gettin’ as jumpy as Barrett around him.’ This thought in mind, he forced himself to remain standing where he was, even as the red cloak billowed out, surrounding the gunman. Cid watched in amazement as Vincent disappeared within the fabric, it’s motions becoming more fluid as it rose from the floor to hover mere inches from the ceiling. The gunner’s deep voice gave a disembodied echo, “Think you can catch me, Highwind?”
Before the pilot could respond, the cloak zipped away down the hall. “Dammit, what is it with you bastards wantin’ me to chase ya all over this Gaia-forsaken mansion?!” He shouted as he took off after the crimson streak.
Laughter echoed in the halls once more as the swirling red fabric streamed down the stairway. ‘Fuck this shit!’ Cid thought. ‘Ain’t no way I’m spendin’ another damn hour chasin’ someone in here!’ Deciding to take a risky shortcut, he leapt onto the banister, his socked feet gaining momentums as he slid down the stair rail. Crouching with his eyes watching the cloak, Cid jumped with his arms outstretched, wrapping them around the billowing fabric as he came crashing to the floor with a loud “Oomph!”
Vincent’s laughing form solidified below him, scarlet eyes dancing with mirth, “That was rather creative, Highwind. I would not have believed you had the balance for that.”
“Neither did I ‘till just now,” Cid groaned as he sat up, “No more sugar for you, ya possessed bastard. Not if it makes you do shit like that.”
“Feeling your age, Chief?” Vincent playfully teased.
The pilot growled and leaned forward, hands holding the gunman’s arms, pinning him beneath him, “Hardly. Jus’ ain’t been trainin’ ta chase demons and flyin’ cloaks multiple times a day throughout Nibelheim fuckin’ mansion.”
“Aw, poor Cid,” The raven-haired man said mockingly as he smirked, “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
The blond paused, considering the question as he looked at the man trapped beneath him, “Well, there is one thing.”
Vincent’s breath caught as the pilot leaned in close, warm puff of air teasing over his lips. Scarlet eyes slid shut as his heart rate picked up in anticipation. Cid stopped mere centimeters from the pale face, his eyes drinking in the sumptuous sight before him. Seeing the gunner like this sent fire though his veins, it was something he had dreamed of seeing for…no. Not now. He couldn’t do this. Giving a sigh of defeat, he forced himself to pull away though everything in him screamed to stay, “Eh, Vince? How ‘bout ya show me to a good room. It’s been a long day and I need my beauty sleep.” He gave the raven-haired man a smile that he knew didn’t reach his eyes.
Vincent blinked in confusion, his mind having a hard time registering the meaning of the blond’s words. It didn’t help that he could practically feel Chaos pacing within him in frustration. A tanned hand reached toward him and he grabbed it, allowing himself to be pulled up as he finally caught on. He gave a silent nod, unsure of the strength of his voice. Leading the pilot back up the winding stairs, he took him to one of the few habitable bedrooms, just a few doors down from his own. The blond mumble a hasty goodnight before retreating into the room, quickly closing the door behind him.
Cid gave a weary sigh as he leaned against the wooden door, his heart beating rapidly. Though he could not see it, he knew those scarlet eyes were still staring where he had been, confused and slightly hurt. Finally he heard the nearly silent shuffle of the gunman heading to his own room. The blond walked to the opposite wall, opening a window and setting beneath it as he pulled out one of the two cigarettes Reno had given him earlier.
“Fuckin’ hell, Highwind,” he grumbled to himself as he blew out a steady stream of smoke, “What the fuck am I doin’ here? Vince don’t need ta have me causin’ him trouble now,” He ran his hand tiredly through his hair, pulling off his goggles and setting them beside him, “I guess I’ll go in the morning. Give him the peace he needs.”
A sudden blast of cold air and colder snow reminded him of the storm outside, “If I even can now.” Cid suddenly had the feeling it was going to be a long night.
~
A loud mechanical roar jolted the sleepy blond awake a mere hour after he had finally managed to drift off, “The fuckin’ hell?!”
The sight of his door flying apart answered his question as Hellmasker stepped through the shattered remains, chainsaw in hand. Any feeling of sleepiness was immediately forgotten as Cid quickly sat up. Before he could get out of the tangled sheets, the mechanical weapon came crashing between his legs, just barely missing something rather important to any fully functional male. The frantic blond scrambled off the bed just as the chainsaw was brought down again, destroying what remained of the frame and mattress.
Cid quickly untangled himself from the blankets, watching the crimson eyed creature closely. A dry, rasping noise came from behind the demon’s mask, the strange laughter sending chills down the pilot’s spine as well as sparking anger in his eyes, “What do ya find so damned funny?”
“Plaaaay.”
Blue eyes widened in surprise. He had never heard any of the demons speak except for Chaos, “Wha-”
“Ciiidneeey, plaaaay.”
Cid’s jaw dropped, “How the hell do ya know that name?”
Instead of responding, Hellmasker swung the roaring saw like a bat, this time knocking Venus Gospel from where it sat leaning next to where the bed once stood. Cid moved quickly to catch the flying spear as he’d rather not be struck down by his own weapon. The masked demon’s rasping tone came again, chainsaw swinging tauntingly, “Ciiidneeey plaaay nooow.”
“Well, shit.” Yep, it was going to be a looong night.
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A/N: Fanart!!! Sapph did such a lovely job doing a requested scene for me! Check it out!!!
http://cats-soul-human-body.deviantart.com/art/That-Ain-t-Yers-100902419
SapphireDoG
Its about damn time lady! Jeezzzzz!!!!! Chaos, you perv. ilu :D
AND FUCK THATS SO DAMN CRUEL! !@#!$ !@$ !#$!$~!#$~@$~%
gah! -whimper and nudges- pwease....the puppy can't take much more of not having some of that pretty 'body language' these two get into...I'll even deal with an ass grab at this point... JUST GIVE ME SOMETHINGGGG!
*sulks in the corner, chin on knees, glaring*
Frizz: Sorry hun! I just have this nasty habit of playing too much and not moving things along. I promise things will get steamier from here on out!
Golden Kitsune
yes. i got that part. [on how they go together].
i guessed right after i started to read.
XD.
no my life is worse.
we got water damage under the rugs.
so now we have an unwalkable floor.
XO.
still love it.
cant wait for more.
update soon.
i think everyone knows that you cant ever make
a story short.
which is really good.
i hate short stories.
i love never-ending ones.
~Golden Kitsune~
Frizz: God, I hope this isn't never-ending. Might burn my brain out. Hope your floor got fixed quickly!
viva_rose
*zooms around excitedly* Yay another chapter! And you are so right, writing Valentine just begs to bring on buckets of angst and demons, just in time too, Halloween is coming up!
Frizz: *grumbles* I just wish my muses would get their asses in gear cuz I had this loverly idea for Electric Haven but they seem to be going stubborn on smut scenes.
Sasuke
Chapter three was written wonderfully,I like the idea Chaos and Vincent have formed....hm it won't be long before Cid gives in *chuckles*
Frizz: Wonder who will snap first, Vince or Cid?
Victoria Lilith Valentine-Highwind
Please continue. Love the popsicle torture, poor Cid being tortured like that, but it makes for great reading.
You are a wonderful aurther.
Frizz: Thank you hun. Torture is too much fun and yes it makes for excellent muse food.
Ranna
I like. A lot. Please keep writing, please, please, please!
Frizz: Here ya go! I don't think I will stop writing till this is complete.
Naria Lacour de Fanel
Vincent loves fudgecicles. Cid loves that Vincent loves fudgecicles. "Must not rape. Must not rape." I FEEL HIS PAIN!!! ^_^ Oh,I love this!! Best. Valenwind. Ever. It's quirky in so many ways and Cidney's ass is SO going to get molested...with a fudgecicle...and he will LOVE IT!! It's only getting better, mah friend!!! And I am SO glad it's longer than 2 chapters because, well, this hilarity and fluff is too addicting for my inner fangirl! Still looking forward to happy fluffily rape/sex!! ^_^
Frizz: I love messing with Cid's mind. Vincent and Chaos agreeing just makes for too many possibilities on the ways to torture dear Cidney. And yes! The smex is coming. Keep an eye out for it in the next couple of chapters!
The Brieness
Oh, you just HAD to end it when it was getting good, didn't you?! You're an evil, evil lady, Frizz... you make me sad! Well, not sad, really, but I'm not happy about it...
“Sorry, what was the question? I was distracted by the half-masticated cow rolling around in your wide-open trap.”
Tell Vinny I want my copy of Miss Congeniality back... three months is too long to 'borrow' something... the jerk...
Frizz: Yes, I did, because I am the Queen of Evil Cliffies! Mwahahaha! Anywho, you were the only one that commented on the quote! *gives an extra large box of Ferro Rocher* You can borrow my copy if you want!
Murder Junkie
For a while this fic wouldn't load for me, and I'd almost concluded it'd been deleted for some reason. I decided I'd give it one last try, before removing it from my bookmarks forever. And here I find that not only is it loading, but it's been updated! Truly a joy!
Hellmasker was always my favorite limit break... Probably 'cause I grew up on "Evil Dead" and "Jason" movies. Plus there's something painfully funny about the beautiful and reserved gunner being reduced to a shambling maniac with a chainsaw..!
Frizz: Nope, I don't delete stories, no matter how much I decide they suck. I find them to be good for me to use as reference for what NOT to do LOL. Though so far I love the ones I have uploaded to this site. Personally I never saw myself playing with Hellmasker much but when I started this fic I decided I would play with each of the demons so I am starting to get attached.
Chapter 4
To say Cid Highwind was having a rough day could be like saying Hojo was only a little crazy; the understatement of the decade. First he had fought with a snowstorm in order to get landed in one piece in Nibelheim, only to end up with his engines frozen. Then, after becoming half-frozen himself, he had finally met up with Vincent and was glomped by the man’s most fearsome demon and played fetch with another. To top it all off, now the gunman seemed determined to deprive his brain of any blood, making little noises and movements with his tongue that did nothing to quell the pilot’s imagination.
“Ack! God DAMMIT!” And apparently his ass was being haunted by ghosts.
Vincent looked up from the book he was reading, raising an eyebrow at the fuming pilot, “What is it now Highwind?”
“Somethin’ pinched my ass again! I swear this fuckin’ place is haunted.”
The gunman sighed as he set his book aside and smoothed the cloak that way lying across his lap, “While I do not doubt the mansion having ghosts, with the sordid past is carries, I doubt they have any reason to molest your posterior.”
Blue eyes narrowed at the raven-haired man’s mocking tone before glancing down at the red cloak. Cid had his suspicions but the idea seemed crazy. ‘Any crazier than a guy havin’ four demons in him?’ The pilot blinked. Great. Now he was talking to himself, “It’s official. I’ve fuckin’ lost it.”
A low snicker caused him to glare at the gunman, “Oh, ya find this fuckin’ hilarious, don’t ya? If I’m goin’ nuts, I’m takin’ you to the looney bin with me!”
Vincent outright laughed and Cid crossed his arms with a huff and pouted. This only brought more laughter and the rare sound broke the pilot’s mask and he soon joined in. The halls of the mansion echoed with merriment, the old building seeming to welcome the sounds. Finally both men calmed and remained in comfortable silence for a moment.
“Hey Vince?”
A single scarlet eye opened, swiveling to land on the blond, “Hm?”
Cid looked uncomfortable for a few seconds before deciding to go ahead, “I was jus’ wonderin’ something. Ya might think I’m crazy but I’ve seen yer cloak move several times when there wasn’t no wind and-” Blond brows rose and his jaw dropped as the fabric in question shifted and stretched, one of the tattered ends caressing his cheek before pushing his gaping mouth shut.
Vincent gave the stunned pilot a small smile, “I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.”
Blue eyes followed the movement as the cloak pulled away and resettled on the gunner’s lap, “So, uh, why didn’t ya ever do somethin’ like that before? I mean, I know yer pretty good at hidin’ shit and all, but with how much we were around ya back then, I think one of us woulda noticed.”
The scarlet eyed man did not respond immediately, instead studying the pilot thoughtfully. Seeming to come to some conclusion, he shrugged, “I was unaware that I could at the time. My memories of my past in Nibelheim is vague on good days and all too clear on bad ones.”
Cid gave a nod, “Alright, then what the hell did Professor Skitzo do to ya ta give ya that little number?”
A dark eyebrow rose, “Professor Skitzo?”
The pilot smirked, “Well, everyone seems to get all twitchy and shit when somebody says his name so I figured callin’ him somethin’ else would help.”
Vincent shook his head, “Well it wasn’t something that he did actually. It is a side effect of the demons inside me in order to protect their host body. If I die, they die. That is why it offers so much protection though it seems to be ordinary cloth. After my first round of transformations in the labs, Hojo was rather perplexed to find that I had this cloak and tried to take it in for study. None of the four liked that so, well, let’s just say he found that it doesn’t have to be on me to be dangerous.”
“I’ll be sure ta remember that. So what else can ya do?”
Red flags immediately went off in Cid’s head as the scarlet eyes became unfocused. Whatever the demons were suggesting was almost sure to be trouble for him. Then that weird ghost of a smile appeared on the pale face and the pilot found himself wondering how long it would take him to get to his spear on the other side of the couch. ‘Fuckin’ hell! Ain’t no way I’m gonna start gettin’ as jumpy as Barrett around him.’ This thought in mind, he forced himself to remain standing where he was, even as the red cloak billowed out, surrounding the gunman. Cid watched in amazement as Vincent disappeared within the fabric, it’s motions becoming more fluid as it rose from the floor to hover mere inches from the ceiling. The gunner’s deep voice gave a disembodied echo, “Think you can catch me, Highwind?”
Before the pilot could respond, the cloak zipped away down the hall. “Dammit, what is it with you bastards wantin’ me to chase ya all over this Gaia-forsaken mansion?!” He shouted as he took off after the crimson streak.
Laughter echoed in the halls once more as the swirling red fabric streamed down the stairway. ‘Fuck this shit!’ Cid thought. ‘Ain’t no way I’m spendin’ another damn hour chasin’ someone in here!’ Deciding to take a risky shortcut, he leapt onto the banister, his socked feet gaining momentums as he slid down the stair rail. Crouching with his eyes watching the cloak, Cid jumped with his arms outstretched, wrapping them around the billowing fabric as he came crashing to the floor with a loud “Oomph!”
Vincent’s laughing form solidified below him, scarlet eyes dancing with mirth, “That was rather creative, Highwind. I would not have believed you had the balance for that.”
“Neither did I ‘till just now,” Cid groaned as he sat up, “No more sugar for you, ya possessed bastard. Not if it makes you do shit like that.”
“Feeling your age, Chief?” Vincent playfully teased.
The pilot growled and leaned forward, hands holding the gunman’s arms, pinning him beneath him, “Hardly. Jus’ ain’t been trainin’ ta chase demons and flyin’ cloaks multiple times a day throughout Nibelheim fuckin’ mansion.”
“Aw, poor Cid,” The raven-haired man said mockingly as he smirked, “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
The blond paused, considering the question as he looked at the man trapped beneath him, “Well, there is one thing.”
Vincent’s breath caught as the pilot leaned in close, warm puff of air teasing over his lips. Scarlet eyes slid shut as his heart rate picked up in anticipation. Cid stopped mere centimeters from the pale face, his eyes drinking in the sumptuous sight before him. Seeing the gunner like this sent fire though his veins, it was something he had dreamed of seeing for…no. Not now. He couldn’t do this. Giving a sigh of defeat, he forced himself to pull away though everything in him screamed to stay, “Eh, Vince? How ‘bout ya show me to a good room. It’s been a long day and I need my beauty sleep.” He gave the raven-haired man a smile that he knew didn’t reach his eyes.
Vincent blinked in confusion, his mind having a hard time registering the meaning of the blond’s words. It didn’t help that he could practically feel Chaos pacing within him in frustration. A tanned hand reached toward him and he grabbed it, allowing himself to be pulled up as he finally caught on. He gave a silent nod, unsure of the strength of his voice. Leading the pilot back up the winding stairs, he took him to one of the few habitable bedrooms, just a few doors down from his own. The blond mumble a hasty goodnight before retreating into the room, quickly closing the door behind him.
Cid gave a weary sigh as he leaned against the wooden door, his heart beating rapidly. Though he could not see it, he knew those scarlet eyes were still staring where he had been, confused and slightly hurt. Finally he heard the nearly silent shuffle of the gunman heading to his own room. The blond walked to the opposite wall, opening a window and setting beneath it as he pulled out one of the two cigarettes Reno had given him earlier.
“Fuckin’ hell, Highwind,” he grumbled to himself as he blew out a steady stream of smoke, “What the fuck am I doin’ here? Vince don’t need ta have me causin’ him trouble now,” He ran his hand tiredly through his hair, pulling off his goggles and setting them beside him, “I guess I’ll go in the morning. Give him the peace he needs.”
A sudden blast of cold air and colder snow reminded him of the storm outside, “If I even can now.” Cid suddenly had the feeling it was going to be a long night.
~
A loud mechanical roar jolted the sleepy blond awake a mere hour after he had finally managed to drift off, “The fuckin’ hell?!”
The sight of his door flying apart answered his question as Hellmasker stepped through the shattered remains, chainsaw in hand. Any feeling of sleepiness was immediately forgotten as Cid quickly sat up. Before he could get out of the tangled sheets, the mechanical weapon came crashing between his legs, just barely missing something rather important to any fully functional male. The frantic blond scrambled off the bed just as the chainsaw was brought down again, destroying what remained of the frame and mattress.
Cid quickly untangled himself from the blankets, watching the crimson eyed creature closely. A dry, rasping noise came from behind the demon’s mask, the strange laughter sending chills down the pilot’s spine as well as sparking anger in his eyes, “What do ya find so damned funny?”
“Plaaaay.”
Blue eyes widened in surprise. He had never heard any of the demons speak except for Chaos, “Wha-”
“Ciiidneeey, plaaaay.”
Cid’s jaw dropped, “How the hell do ya know that name?”
Instead of responding, Hellmasker swung the roaring saw like a bat, this time knocking Venus Gospel from where it sat leaning next to where the bed once stood. Cid moved quickly to catch the flying spear as he’d rather not be struck down by his own weapon. The masked demon’s rasping tone came again, chainsaw swinging tauntingly, “Ciiidneeey plaaay nooow.”
“Well, shit.” Yep, it was going to be a looong night.
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A/N: Fanart!!! Sapph did such a lovely job doing a requested scene for me! Check it out!!!
http://cats-soul-human-body.deviantart.com/art/That-Ain-t-Yers-100902419
SapphireDoG
Its about damn time lady! Jeezzzzz!!!!! Chaos, you perv. ilu :D
AND FUCK THATS SO DAMN CRUEL! !@#!$ !@$ !#$!$~!#$~@$~%
gah! -whimper and nudges- pwease....the puppy can't take much more of not having some of that pretty 'body language' these two get into...I'll even deal with an ass grab at this point... JUST GIVE ME SOMETHINGGGG!
*sulks in the corner, chin on knees, glaring*
Frizz: Sorry hun! I just have this nasty habit of playing too much and not moving things along. I promise things will get steamier from here on out!
Golden Kitsune
yes. i got that part. [on how they go together].
i guessed right after i started to read.
XD.
no my life is worse.
we got water damage under the rugs.
so now we have an unwalkable floor.
XO.
still love it.
cant wait for more.
update soon.
i think everyone knows that you cant ever make
a story short.
which is really good.
i hate short stories.
i love never-ending ones.
~Golden Kitsune~
Frizz: God, I hope this isn't never-ending. Might burn my brain out. Hope your floor got fixed quickly!
viva_rose
*zooms around excitedly* Yay another chapter! And you are so right, writing Valentine just begs to bring on buckets of angst and demons, just in time too, Halloween is coming up!
Frizz: *grumbles* I just wish my muses would get their asses in gear cuz I had this loverly idea for Electric Haven but they seem to be going stubborn on smut scenes.
Sasuke
Chapter three was written wonderfully,I like the idea Chaos and Vincent have formed....hm it won't be long before Cid gives in *chuckles*
Frizz: Wonder who will snap first, Vince or Cid?
Victoria Lilith Valentine-Highwind
Please continue. Love the popsicle torture, poor Cid being tortured like that, but it makes for great reading.
You are a wonderful aurther.
Frizz: Thank you hun. Torture is too much fun and yes it makes for excellent muse food.
Ranna
I like. A lot. Please keep writing, please, please, please!
Frizz: Here ya go! I don't think I will stop writing till this is complete.
Naria Lacour de Fanel
Vincent loves fudgecicles. Cid loves that Vincent loves fudgecicles. "Must not rape. Must not rape." I FEEL HIS PAIN!!! ^_^ Oh,I love this!! Best. Valenwind. Ever. It's quirky in so many ways and Cidney's ass is SO going to get molested...with a fudgecicle...and he will LOVE IT!! It's only getting better, mah friend!!! And I am SO glad it's longer than 2 chapters because, well, this hilarity and fluff is too addicting for my inner fangirl! Still looking forward to happy fluffily rape/sex!! ^_^
Frizz: I love messing with Cid's mind. Vincent and Chaos agreeing just makes for too many possibilities on the ways to torture dear Cidney. And yes! The smex is coming. Keep an eye out for it in the next couple of chapters!
The Brieness
Oh, you just HAD to end it when it was getting good, didn't you?! You're an evil, evil lady, Frizz... you make me sad! Well, not sad, really, but I'm not happy about it...
“Sorry, what was the question? I was distracted by the half-masticated cow rolling around in your wide-open trap.”
Tell Vinny I want my copy of Miss Congeniality back... three months is too long to 'borrow' something... the jerk...
Frizz: Yes, I did, because I am the Queen of Evil Cliffies! Mwahahaha! Anywho, you were the only one that commented on the quote! *gives an extra large box of Ferro Rocher* You can borrow my copy if you want!
Murder Junkie
For a while this fic wouldn't load for me, and I'd almost concluded it'd been deleted for some reason. I decided I'd give it one last try, before removing it from my bookmarks forever. And here I find that not only is it loading, but it's been updated! Truly a joy!
Hellmasker was always my favorite limit break... Probably 'cause I grew up on "Evil Dead" and "Jason" movies. Plus there's something painfully funny about the beautiful and reserved gunner being reduced to a shambling maniac with a chainsaw..!
Frizz: Nope, I don't delete stories, no matter how much I decide they suck. I find them to be good for me to use as reference for what NOT to do LOL. Though so far I love the ones I have uploaded to this site. Personally I never saw myself playing with Hellmasker much but when I started this fic I decided I would play with each of the demons so I am starting to get attached.