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Loveless (Prince!Vergil x Queen!Reader) Ch. 2
Vergil's eyes glittered with joy before it flickered out like a lamp.
"Very good. Let us make the announcement to His Majesty and my servants."
"Y-Yes..." You stumbled a step behind Vergil, dazed. As you walked behind Vergil down the hall, your words suddenly struck you.
"I do."
You wanted to slap yourself. Were you crazy? You just swore to spend your life to this man. Sure your kingdom will be in good hands, but what about you? As he said, you know nothing about this man. Nothing. You took a deep breath and exhaled, looking at the highly detailed oil paintings on the wall. No. You've chosen this man for a reason. If you truly deemed him as unfit, you would have dismissed him already despite your promise to Mary.
"Oh! (F/N)! Prince Vergil!" Your father called, seeing you two walk in. "where have you been?"
"Our sincerest apologies Your Majesty," Vergil beat you to it before you even opened your mouth. "but the queen and I have been discussing some important topics."
The d
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Loveless (Prince!Vergil x Queen!Reader) Ch. 1
A/N: Please look at the description box when you're done. Thank you and enjoy!~
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It was just another day at the royal palace. You woke up, got dressed, got lectured by your private tutor for eight hours, and then spent the rest of your day sitting on the royal throne, leaving from time to time to eat and wander the castle grounds at your leisure. That's how your life has been for the past two years.
Your father bedridden from a terminal illness since you were 15, you- the only heir- had to step up to rule your grand kingdom as a temporary queen. As you near your 17th birthday, you were hoping that your father's advisors would pick a suitable suitor for you to wed. However, all the suitors thus far have been, well... not good. As soon as a suitor stepped in the royal hall leading to the throne, you have already assessed his character the moment you laid eyes on him. He was either greedy, selfish, or twisted. Your spot on assessments have been confirmed as soon as he utt
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Your Shadow (Cloud Strife x Reader)
For the longest time, he has followed you every step of the way. He protected you from all harm, going so far as to be hit by an oncoming truck that one time. But he didn't regret it one little bit. He was happy to see you safe, happy to see your crying little face by his bedside. Okay, it hurt to see you in tears. But he was relieved beyond words to see you safe. 
You were his light.
And he was your shadow.
He watched you, a cute and innocent little bud, blossom into something beautiful. You were like a captivating rose in the early days of spring. A gentle daisy in the summer time. And as you grew, feelings for you bloomed in his heart as well.
But he never said a word.
Day after day, month after month, year after year- He never mentioned his growing attractions, or later his selfless love, to you. He thought he was content, happy to just be at your side as a friend. He ignored the pangs of jealousy whenever a man made a move on you and the shots of pain when you reciproc
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Only a Matter of Time (Vergil x Reader)
"Vergil!!!"
You stormed out of the kitchen, an empty can of (Your Favorite Drink) in hand. Smoke practically fumed out of your ears as you stomped to your roommate's bedroom, where he was no doubt still asleep. It was 7 in the morning on a Saturday after all. You turned the doorknob but, lo and behold, it was locked. Clicking your tongue and muttering some not-so-friendly words, you felt around in your pocket and pulled out a paper clip. How it got there you didn't know, but you had it and you were gonna use it. Bending and twisting the white paper clip into a straight stick, you jammed one end in the doorknob's hole and pushed the lock with a loud and satisfying 'bop' sound. As expected, you found a large mass wrapped in a blanket, shuffling slightly.
"... what..." A voice mumbled under the covers, still obviously half-asleep.
"'What'? What do you mean 'what'?! You drank my last can of (Your Favorite Drink)!"
"There's still... some left..." Vergil grumbled, burying his h
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Bubble Wrap (Cloud Strife x Reader) College AU!
Pop!
Twitch.
Pop pop!
Twitch twitch.
Pop pop pop pop-!
"(F/N), I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible," Cloud, your roommate, looked you in the eye with a dash of detest in his eyes. "please shut up."
"Oh come on. Lighten up, dude. It's just bubble wrap." You snickered, popping one more bubble that was between your fingers. Cloud's veins surfaced his neck for a split second before disappearing under the layer of skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply.
"It was cute at first, but it gets kinda annoying when your roommate spends two whole hours popping the darn thing." He grumbled, emphasizing the last part. He rubbed his temple as another flurry of pops filled the room, much to your amusement and his exasperation.
"But bubble wrap can be so relaxing... Imagine. You're bored. You're waiting for your next class. But you're too stressed to sleep and no one is posting on Twitter. What do you do? Pull o
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For Your Own Good (Vergil x Reader)
Here is a story for DantellaCosplay. Enjoy, love!~
By the way, this story is a prequel to 'Happy Anniversary...?', another VergilxReader story I wrote awhile ago. Here is the link if you wish to read it:
http://fxrbidden.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Anniversary-Vergil-x-Reader-661604525

Enjoy!~
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Shing!

The last of the plethora of demons collapsed into a heap of blood and bones as the white-haired swordsman cleaned his beloved sword's edge with a crusty old rag. 
"Well, I think that's the last of 'em. What do you think, Verg?" Piped his doppelgänger. The quiet warrior only nodded, too busy scanning the vicinity for any remnants of the demonic squad that happened to get away in the midst of battle. The younger twin sighed in relief and stretched. 
"I'm gonna collect our reward. You go do whatever." Dante turned and started down the alley.
"Split it evenly this time, Dante." Vergil casted a side glare to his brother, who only shrugged it off. 
"Fine, fin
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Sorry, Babe (Cloud Strife x Reader)
Your jaw clenched tightly as your call went to voicemail for the umpteenth time. You pulled away and slammed your phone on your nightstand. You collapsed into the pile of tissues that littered your bed and sobbed even further. Your own boyfriend. Forgot Valentine's Day. 
"Damn you, Cloud..." You groaned. 
Knock knock knock.
"(F/N)? Are you okay?"
"Go away, Tifa."

"You can't keep this up forever y'know."

"Shut up."
She sighed. "I know you're upset, but come on. I'm sure he didn't mean to forget."
"He still forgot." You growled into your pillow. Just then, you heard a click- a sign that your territory had been trespassed. You rolled off your belly and into a sitting position, a deflated pillow in your deadly bear hug.
"I told you to go away."
"This isn't good for you anymore." She said, rolling down the blinds and opening the curtains. You literally hissed at the sudden stream of sunlight entering your room and cowered underneath your blanket
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Notes in a Bottle (Vergil x Reader) Valentine 2017
You briskly wrote down a short reply on a crumpled piece of paper and shoved it in a weathered bottle. Clambering to your feet, you took the neck of the bottle and chucked it to the horizon, to a boat. 
The bottle fell inches away from the dock. As soon as it bobbed up for air, it was swooped up by a large net and brought to land- or boat in this case. The silver-haired swordsman popped the bottle open and coaxed the paper out with some rough shaking. The words 'lol' were scrawled on the torn paper.
He tucked the paper in his coat's pocket and ripped a new paper out of a notebook. In neat cursive, he wrote,
"What does 'lol' mean?"
After quickly rolling the sheet and slipping it in, he popped the cork back in and chucked it to shore. It took a few moments for it to wash up on the shoreline, but you pounced on that bottle like a hawk.
Vergil watched your cringing and laughing form from afar and he could feel the tips of his ears growing hot. Shit. 
Moments later,
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Safe (Daddy!Cloud Strife x Mommy!Reader)
"Daddy! I'm home now!" Entered a rambunctious little toddler. Her (H/C) pigtails bobbed up and down with her every step as she shrugged her backpack off her back. 
"Hey, welcome home sweetie," The older man bent down and pressed a soft but sweet kiss to the girl's forehead, making her giggle. "what's so funny, love?"
"I don't know. I just like it when you kiss me, Daddy." She answered innocently. 
He laughed and ruffled her hair. He loved how her small head could fit perfectly in his palm. It still shows that his baby was still a baby and she wasn't going to leave for college or anything like that for awhile. 
"Daddy, I'm hungry! Can you cook something for me? Pretty please?"
"Aw, baby, you know Daddy can't cook," Nonetheless, the blonde male wrapped a worn apron about his toned body and opened the fridge. "please go easy on me, hun."
"Hm... I want grilled cheese!"
"Coming right up, darling."
As Cloud searched the whole fridge for a slice of cheese, (D/N) came up behind
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Happy Anniversary...? (Vergil x Reader)
You skipped through the streets, the world seeming much brighter than the very sun. You smiled at a little girl from across the street, making her giggle and smile. Your heart warmed into a mush as your contagious little grin perked up everyone around you. 
You see, it was your 4-year anniversary with none other than your beloved little Vergy-poo! Wow... Four years. Time sure flew by. You stopped at the door to Devil May Cry and knocked thrice. A minute later, a handsome man clad in red greeted you.
"Well hey there, Babe! You look cheerier than usual. Finally got that promotion?"
"Nope. Even better!"
"Better?" Dante motioned you inside as he waltzed to the mini fridge in the corner, sniffing out any leftover pizza. 
"Another year with Vergil!" You squealed, belly flopping on the greasy couch. Dante slammed his head on the fridge.
"Dante! Are you okay?!" You jumped off your booty and ran to your hunched over friend. 
Muttering curses under his breath, he gave you an unrea
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His Best Friend's Sister (Cloud Strife x Reader)
(A/N) This is an AU. Sorry. Just wanted to tell you guys that. I ran out of characters in the title XD
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A typical day in the Fair household. Waking up your older brother by jumping on his left kidney, sprinting around the house like some sort of hooligan thus waking everyone up, and impatiently waiting for your mom to finish up the damn pancakes. 
"Mommy! Where are my pancakes?!" You huffed, slamming your fists angrily against the table. 
"They're coming in just a second." She sighed tiredly, rubbing her temples as she gracefully flipped a pancake. 
"Ugh... Morning Ma." Zack mumbled, tripping to the table. 
"G'morning Big Brother!" Your eyes shimmered slightly and your grin grew wider. 
He shot a deadly glare at you but it didn't faze you in the slightest. 
"Mom, she jumped on my ribs again!"
"(F/N), I told you not to do that!" Your mother snapped, sliding the pancakes onto a white plate. "he could've been seriously hurt from your immaturity."
"O
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Exams (Vergil x Reader)
why not make a detailed love story of my personal agony during exam week :^)
***Warning***
More swearing than usual. 

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Oh God, you're doomed. 
Might as well kiss your damn future goodbye, along with your GPA and self-esteem. You dug your fingernails into your scalp and refrained from screaming at the top of your lungs. 
"I'm fucked," You whimpered. "I'm fucked. I'm so, so fucked."
"Shut up. I'm trying to study." Snapped Vergil, your roommate. You turned to him slowly, a murderous and annoyed smile on your face that remained mostly ignored by the cool young man. 
"Well, excuuuuse me! I'm not like you who can ace any test without even trying."
"I can 'ace any test' because I study. Something you are evidently struggling with." He retorted back, smirking slightly. 
"Shut up!" You hissed, throwing your crumpled notes at him. "wait, actually, give that back. I need to memorize those formulas."
Vergil, without looking up from his set of notes,
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Jayus (Cloud Strife x Reader)
jayus (n.) - a joke told so poorly and so unfunny one cannot help but laugh. 
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Cloud flipped through the small book in his hand, analyzing every word and every sentence scribbled on the pages. 
"Hm... Oh, here's a good one- 'Why should you avoid people dressed as celery? Because they could be stalking you!' ... Oh, Gaia." Cloud slammed the book shut and sighed, staring blankly at the cover of his newly bought book- Funny Jokes 101. Laughing and teary-eyed people adorned the bright green color and Cloud wondered why he even decided to buy this stupid and painfully cheesy book. 
"I don't know. Guys with a sense of humor are very attractive to me."
Oh yeah. Now he remembered.

"Hm... A sense of humor, huh?"
"Yeah. People who are too serious tend to make me nervous."
It was a clear Friday afternoon and he was delivering mail as usual. Coincidentally, you and Cloud ran into each other en route to a house in the outskirts.

"So..
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The Deed is Done (Vergil x Demon!Reader)
This concept was drawn up by DantellaCosplay!~
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A surge of panic coursed through Vergil's veins as his crystal blue eyes read the note over and over again. 

'We have her. If you want her back, please meet us in the back alley of 14th Avenue and pay us a ransom of $2,000,000,000 in cash. If you fail to do this by next Wednesday at 11:00 P.M., we will proceed to use Ms. (L/N) as our first artificial human-demon hybrid through new techniques of genetic mutation. 
- The H-H Team'

"'The H-H Team'... 'The H-H Team'..." Vergil paced the living room with an air of dread and frustration. He scoured through his memories, trying to remember any mention of this unfamiliar 'H-H Team', but to no avail. He glanced at his phone periodically, hoping and almost praying that you somehow replied to his deluge of texts and calls. He stuffed the piece of paper in his backpocket and flew out the door, arriving minutes later at the threshold of his little brother's bus
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Angels (Cloud Strife x Reader)
This story is dedicated to my friend, Jocelyn. Thank you for being our light. We'll miss you. 
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Dead.
Dead..
She's dead...?

Those words echoed through your head like a broken record. Your heart twitched slightly before bending and wrenching into a terrible, knotted mess. Tears began flowing freely down your cheeks and splattered onto the palm of your hand. She's dead. Gone. The friend whom you wished you got to know better was gone. She was so young, so beautiful, so wonderful. You remembered how much she impacted everyone around you, including yourself. You just didn't realize it until it was too late. Too late to properly express your love and appreciation to her. Everyone held a memorial at your school today, in honor of her. The entire day was just an emotional wreck for everybody, including the teachers. 
You just came home from school and immediately tripped up your room, trying to avoid human contact at all costs. After the door quie
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Cafune (Vergil x Reader)
cafuné (v.) - to tenderly run one's fingers through one's hair. 
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A tide of calm and utmost satisfaction washed over you in gentle waves as the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the living room in a welcoming breeze. Vergil's fingers brushed through the knots and tangles in your hair and he gave a content sigh of his own, pulling you even closer to his pleasantly warm body. After a late night of worrying and a lifetime of tears, you were filled to the brim with glee to spend this beauitful Saturday morning lazing in the arms of your lover, who was tenderly running his fingers through your tresses. You could feel all your muscles relaxing, starting from the tips of your toes and ending at the buried thoughts haunting the back of your mind. Unpleasant memories and emotions practically faded into nothingness until Vergil broke the silence with a long yawn. 
"How long have we been sitting here?" He asked, rolling his shoulders back slightly. 
"
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Vergil's eyes glittered with joy before it flickered out like a lamp.

"Very good. Let us make the announcement to His Majesty and my servants."

"Y-Yes..." You stumbled a step behind Vergil, dazed. As you walked behind Vergil down the hall, your words suddenly struck you.

"I do."

You wanted to slap yourself. Were you crazy? You just swore to spend your life to this man. Sure your kingdom will be in good hands, but what about you? As he said, you know nothing about this man. Nothing. You took a deep breath and exhaled, looking at the highly detailed oil paintings on the wall. No. You've chosen this man for a reason. If you truly deemed him as unfit, you would have dismissed him already despite your promise to Mary.

"Oh! (F/N)! Prince Vergil!" Your father called, seeing you two walk in. "where have you been?"

"Our sincerest apologies Your Majesty," Vergil beat you to it before you even opened your mouth. "but the queen and I have been discussing some important topics."

The dining hall fell silent at the grave expression of your usually merry father. You saw his jaw visibly clench and his pale complexion grew pastier. A tense air gripped the room and choked out every trace of ardor and gaiety. You cleared your throat and straightened your back.

"Father, Prince Vergil and I have agreed to be wed to each other. When and where will our wedding take place?"

Silence. But then...

"Huzzah!" Your father jumped out of his seat with newfound energy. "At last! My daughter has found a suitor! Oh, call all my servants and tell them of the good news!"

Every servant in the room, after exchanging brief glances and cheeky grins, nodded and disappeared down the halls, hollering and shrieking the news. The entire dining hall was in an uproar once more, but they were even rowdier than before. Meanwhile, your awkward self coughed and looked at your husband-to-be apologetically. He shook his head and leaned down to your ear.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?"

"Yes Prince Vergil. I will marry you."

"I never had the opportunity to ask you this but..." There was a slight crack in his voice. "will you learn to love me?"

"I-I mean..." You looked away briefly, then turned your gaze back at him. "I don't know yet, but I think so."

Vergil nodded and slowly pulled away from you while your father made his way over to you. He practically flew to your side, his cane barely scraping the floor. 

"Oh, we have so much to do! We have to take care of your dress, the invitations and guests, the food, the-"

"Okay, okay. One step at a time." You giggled, taking your father's hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Right... Phew..." He leaned against his cane and fanned himself weakly. "you're right. We'll take things one step at a time."

"Your Majesty! We have notified every servant in the palace." Reported your father's butler. Your father turned to him and patted his shoulder like a long time friend.

"Very good Lawrence. Now tell the whole kingdom. Send out every messenger in the palace. Let everybody know my daughter is getting married."

"Yes sir." Lawrence bowed to his master, then to you and Vergil, and left. Your father turned to you again, a special twinkle in his eyes.

"We will discuss all the details tomorrow. For now, you two must get some rest."

"Your Majesty, do you happen to know where my room is?" Vergil piped in.

"Ah, yes. One of my servants can lead you to one of our guest rooms. Uh, Eduardo!" Your father motioned for a little boy just barely eleven years old. 

"Y-Yes, My Lord!" Eduardo bowed hastily.

"Please show Prince Vergil to his room. Make sure he is comfortable before you leave."

"Yes, Your Graciousness!" Eduardo enthusiastically raced out of the dining hall, his eyes flashing to Vergil's expectantly. Vergil bowed to you and your father.

"Goodnight, Your Majesty. Goodnight, My Queen." 

Your breath quickened and your cheeks started to heat up. You were his queen. Vergil's queen. For some reason, you derived excitement and exuberance from that title. Oh, what was wrong with you? Why were you acting this way? 

"It is time for you to get some rest too," Your father said, smiling. "but please... Try to fight the urge to sneak into his room at night."

"F-Father!" You squealed, hiding your face behind your palms.

"Oh ho! I'm just joking dear. But I am... somewhat serious." He led you out of the dining hall and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. 

"Father, you know I won't do that," You sigh, kissing your father's cheeks. "besides, even if I do- which I won't!- he won't do anything to me."

"Hm... How can you be so sure?" He tilted his head. "There were a couple of times I caught him staring at you-"

"A-Anyways! Goodnight Father. Don't forget to take your medicine before bed." You waved at him before scurrying up the stairs. After nearly yanking your door off its hinges, you entered the confines of your bedroom and slammed the door shut with a mighty bang. You jumped in bed, wrapped yourself in a fluffy blanket, and screamed in your pillow, kicking and thrashing in your sheets. Why were you so happy? Was it because you finally found your kingdom a good king? Or was it the knowledge that you'll be spending the rest of your life at Vergil's side that had sent you to cloud nine? Either way, you were happy- no, absolutely blissful. 

A soft tap on your door halted the mini party you were throwing in your own bed. Your head shot up from under the covers and you cleared your throat, running your hand through your hair and straightening out your gown. 

"Who is it?"

"'tis Nelly, Miss. May I come in?"

"O-Oh. Nelly. Of course, come in."

A small girl poked her head in first before the rest of her short body followed. "Sorry to disturb ya, Miss. Me thought you were busy when I heard all these howlin's and screechin'!"

You felt a drop in your stomach. Were you... that loud...? You shook your head and ignored the fire burning in your cheeks.

"Oh no. It's fine. Anyways, did you need something?"

"Not really. Jus' thought maybe ya needed help changin' to yer nightgown." Nelly said, going through your drawers for a nightgown.

"Oh, it's fine. Thank-... Actually, if you could help me out of this dress, that would be wonderful." You pulled yourself up and walked to your folding mirrors in the corner of your room. Nelly pranced to your side and gave a low whistle.

"Wowee Miss. You look mighty dashin' in this dress! No wonder the Prince loves you so!"

"Oh no dear, he doesn't love me," You smiled sadly at the younger girl. "Well, not yet at least..."

"Oooh... Does M'Lady have somethin' up her sleeve?" Nelly smirked, untying the ribbons behind your dress with precise deftness.

"Not really... I'll worry about that later. For now, I have to plan my wedding."

"Understood... Hm, maybe I can help a bit..." Before you could question what she meant, she clapped her hands together in glee.

"Oh, there we are!" With one final yank, the dress came loose and slipped off your shoulders, crumpling to the ground in one giant heap of fabric. "don't you worry 'bout cleanin' that, Miss. You go on an' rest now!"

After Nelly ushered you off the platform, she gingerly picked up the dress and folded it, neatly putting it in a basket. She got up, basket in hand, and opened the door.

"I got laundry duty tonight, Miss. Do ye need anythin' else before I's take my leave?" She looked back, halfway out the door.

"I'm alright Nelly. Thank you very much." After exchanging goodnights, she blew out your lamp and skipped out of your room. A smile picked at the corners of your lips. Nelly was the sweetest little thing ever. Her dimples and toothy grin could light up a whole room in a second. You snuggled deeper into your blankets and sighed contently. Despite being a bit... er, different, you found her uniqueness quite refreshing in a world full of stuffy nobles and stuck-up scholars. You yawned and closed your eyes, the familiar sensation of sleep weighing your eyelids. Having put all your worries aside, you are promptly dragged out of reality and carried into the world of dreams.

~*~ The next morning brought to you by my snoring doggo ~*~

"Rise 'n shine, Miss (F/N)!" A familiar voice snapped you back to reality all too soon. You internally groaned and shuffled under your sheets as a dream you were getting rather fond of faded into oblivion. You breathed in slowly and deeply, hoping Nelly would think you were still sleeping and just leave you be for now. But your loyal maid knew you too well. She yanked your blanket off your body and tickled your feet.

"Stop!" You screamed, kicking her hands away. She chuckled and cleared her throat, straightening out a dress that rested on your dresser.

"M'Lady, ye must get up now. We have a busy day ahead of us!" She exclaimed happily, taking your hands and pulling you up. "The bath's all ready for ya!"

"Mm... Can't I sleep for just a few more minutes..." You sighed, rubbing the gunk out of your eyes. "and plus, why do we have to wake up earlier than usual... The sun's not even up yet!"

Nelly gasped and put her hands on her hips. "Why, Miss (F/N), for your wedding day!"

"My what?" Now you were wide awake.

"Oh, come now. No more jokes, Miss. Prince Vergil's already up and helpin' with preparations."

"... Oh! Prince Vergil!" You immediately jumped out of bed, completely ignoring the stone tile's penetrating frostiness that nipped your feet.

"Oh, thank goodness ye remember! Now, I've already picked out a dress for ya. We can discuss more on accessories an' the like later!" After handing you a towel, she escorted you to the bathhouse. Thick clouds of steam fogged the whole room, little droplets of water condensing on its marble pillars. A sweet aroma drifted to your nose, sending a pleasant tingle through your fingertips. 

"Oh, silly me! I have kitchen duty today too. Please take your time, Miss (F/N). I'll be back when I'm done cookin' breakfast!" With a swift bow, Nelly turned around and exited the bathhouse with a skip in her step. Without much thought, you let the towel drop to your feet together with your nightgown. You sat down on the edge, slowly immersing yourself in the steamy tub. You let out a content sigh, rolling your head back onto your towel.

Cough cough...

Your eyes shot open and your head whipped upright to see a blushing ( and naked ) Vergil on the opposite side of the bath. You squealed and dunked your face underwater, only your eyes hovering over the murky surface. You instinctively hid your breasts with your arms and glared at him. 

"What are you doing here?" Asked Vergil, a steely tone in his voice.

"What are you doing here?" You fired back, reddening with each second.

"Did your maid not tell you that I was taking a bath?"

"She told me you were done!" Your eyes widened a second later, remembering what she said last night.

"Hm, maybe I can help a bit..."

Nelly, you devil...

You made a mental note to strangle her later as the obviously annoyed Vergil continued.

"I've never seen such an ignorant maid before."

"No... She planned this whole thing..." You mumbled to yourself.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. I will deal with her later," You assured, gripping your towel tightly. "I-I apologize Prince Vergil. I will now take my leave-"

"Wait."

"Y-Yes..?" 

"Just stay. It'll be faster that way."

"But Prince-"

"Stay." 

Not wanting to peeve off Vergil any longer, you quietly did as he said and slouched in the water, staring at your murky reflection. The awkwardness in the air made you want to tear your hair out and scream. You pulled your legs to your chest and cleared your throat.

"So... How's your day?"

"Interesting." Was all he said.

"Splendid." You retorted back just as stiffly. Was this a preview of your lives together? Awkwardly staring at each other in the bathhouse, hoping that the thick layer of steam would hide you? You shivered, shaking your head. 

"I will take my leave now." Vergil informed quietly, standing up and wrapping a plush towel around his waist.

"G-Goodbye." You choked out, turning your head. Although silent, you felt a pair of eyes gazing at you before looking away. 

"Goodbye."

As Vergil's footsteps faded into nothingness, wrath overtook your very soul. 

"Nelly..."

~*~ Timeskip brought to you by vengeful plotting ~*~

Unsurprisingly, Nelly was no where to be found. Not even the other maids knew where she was. Knowing that she'll show up later, you buried your rage and forced a smile on your face.

Just as your demon maid predicted, it was busy today. Very busy. On your left were various maids dusting and sweeping and mopping to and fro; on your right were your father's advisors pestering the poor head baker on how big and elaborate the wedding cake was supposed to be.

"No no no, you're doing it all wrong!" Roared an advisor. "the cake is supposed to be colorful and have flowers and ribbons and strings of pearls and the like. Make it flashy!"

"Y-Yes sir." Squeaked the baker, promptly writing down the order with shaky hands.

"Are you a fool?!" Snapped another advisor. "The queen and prince would obviously want a grand cake— a cake that towers above all other cakes! Who would care about the design if its height speaks for itself? Make it seven cubits high."

"Seven sir?! T-That's imposs-"

"Did I stutter? Make a wedding cake that puts every other wedding cake to shame."

"Actually, I believe my future husband and I would prefer a smaller but elegant cake." You interjected calmly. All eyes turned to you before they were casted down in respect. You continued, gazing gently at the trembling baker.

"Good sir, this is what we want our cake to be. Please write it down."

The baker hastily discarded a piece of paper and readied his quill.

"Now, Prince Vergil is a simple man. He wouldn't like cakes towering the castle or flowers sticking out everywhere. Please give us a traditional looking (F/C) cake. Go easy on the pearls and ribbons. Also, garnish the top and layers with a handful of (Favorite Flowers). I want the flavor to be (Favorite Cake Flavor)."

"Yes, yes, very good..." The baker muttered, scribbling down some notes. "Will that be all?"

"Yes."

"Thank you Your Majesty. Feel free to check up on us anytime."

"Of course. Thank you again."

After the plump baker scurried off into the kitchen, your father's advisors approached you with skepticism.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want a simple cake? This is your wedding after all..."

"It's fine. Besides, it's Prince Vergil's wedding too. Extravagance is not... him."

"Ah... of course." They all looked amongst themselves, almost embarrassed.

"S-Speaking of which..." Coughed a young advisor. "His Majesty wants you to try on some wedding gowns. The best dressmaker in the whole kingdom should be coming in a few moments."

As predicted, a stout woman who was probably in her late thirties entered your chambers within hours. She was a quiet but kind lady, measuring your frame in relative silence before asking you some questions about your 'dream gown'.

"Now, Your Highness... I have prepared some dresses for you to try on. Do tell me if it is in any way uncomfortable or not to your liking."

You went through a series of gowns of all different shapes and colors. You kindly rejected a frilly pink dress, and your absolutely horror-stricken face shooed the bright orange dress out the window. After passing up dress after dress, you were starting to lose hope in the little woman. 

"It appears that this is the last one, Your Majesty." Heaved the seamstress tiredly. "If necessary, I can make a custom dress. But that would take a long time to make."

"Oh, it looks quite nice actually." You stared at your last dress— probably the simplest out of all of them. Unlike the other dresses, this was more of a traditional wedding dress. Its understated yet sophisticated and feminine design seemed to have caught your attention in this sea of clashing colors snd poofy gowns. It looked... well, normal.

After some assistance from your maids and the seamstress, you were able to squeeze into the dress. It was surprisingly loose, a breeze of air flowing through the thin material. You twirled around, an innocent child-like joy swelling in your chest seeing your dress sway to and fro. Your translucent sleeves were in fact very comfortable. You were expecting to be scratching your arms till the lace came off but honestly, you could stay in this dress all day! Your lips wore the happiest looking smile while you straightened out the dress.

"It's absolutely-"

"-Perfect."

A distinct voice sliced through your little fantasies and you whipped your head to your door. Lo and behold, your husband-to-be was leaning against the door frame, a playful glint in his eyes. Gasps echoed all around the room before everyone ( except you ) bowed simultaneously to the prince. 

"I wish to speak to my future wife alone." Although soft, his tone held a certain steeliness that you couldn't quite place your finger on. With a squeak, all the girls filed out of the room one by one until the only souls in your bedroom were you and Vergil.

"Prince Vergil. How long have you been here?" With a chaste curtsy, you eyed the young man curiously, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. Hopefully he at least had the decency to not watch you change...

"I have just arrived." He answered curtly, stalking towards you slowly. There was this certain glint in his eye that made you want to run out of your room and hide somewhere. You shook the chilling feeling off your chest and planted your feet in place, your heart beating faster than before.

"Oh. Well, how do I look?"

"I said it looked perfect." Vergil stood before you, his proud stature towering over you. You felt his eyes penetrate every inch of your body and you shuddered— not from disgust but... excitement? You laughed, hoping the conversation wouldn't go awkwardly silent. 

"Thank goodness! All the other dresses were... well..." You glanced at the colorful pile of gowns. 

"... Unique." Vergil finished, looking away with slight disgust in his eyes. You giggled and nodded your head. 

"Yes. They're very unique."

After exchanging a few chuckles, the room went silent again. Your fists clenching, you cleared our throat and swayed your dress absently. 

"I went to the market earlier." Vergil suddenly announced. You looked up at him and smiled.

"That's nice. Did you buy anything?" 

"Yes. But it's for our wedding night."

'Our wedding night'...

"Aw, one hint? Please?" You begged, latching onto his arm and shaking it. He chuckled and gently pried you off his arm.

"No. Be patient."

Before you could respond with a teasingly snarky comment, a knock made your heart skip a beat.

"Come in." You called. 

Your door's rusty hinges creaked loudly as a familiar cane slipped through the crack. 

"My dear, are you done trying out all your dresses?" Asked a soft voice. 

"Oh, Father. Yes I am." You waved at your father, who was leaning against the threshold, when his eyes laid on Vergil. Said man bowed deeply before excusing himself and leaving the room.

"(F/N)... Are you certain you want that man as your husband?"

"Father, what makes you say such a thing? Have you forgotten to take your medicine again?" You huffed, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. 

"I haven't forgotten," He muttered in annoyance, swatting your hand away. "and... I only want to make sure."

"Yes Father. I wish to marry him." You smiled reassuringly and gave your father's shoulder a squeeze. 

"Do you love him (F/N)?"

Your lips pursed into a straight line while your father stared at you expectantly. Not wanting to worry him, you forced a smile and nodded your head.

"Yes Father. I love him very much." 

He doesn't love me though.

A look of relief flashed through his features and he exhaled deeply. "Oh, thank the gods... The kingdom is important, but so is your happiness and wellbeing. I don't mind waiting just a little longer for you to find a proper king and a loving husband."

There was a hesitant pause in your thoughts before you shook them out of your head. "Thank you for your concerns Father, but I'm fine."

He sighed and looked at the ground, pondering deeply. "Do you really wish to marry Prince Vergil of Fortuna?"

"Yes Father. I want to marry him."

Looking satisfied with your answer, he pulled you into his arms and closed his eyes as he hugged you closer. 

"You look just like your mother when she was trying on her gown. Like Prince Vergil, I visited her when she was trying on her dress for the first time."

"Really?"

He hummed and pulled away, stroking your cheek. "Yes... She really seemed to glow that day. She was radiating a glow that made your heart warm inside. ... You remind me of her."

Your father smiled bitterly before shaking his head. 

"I can't believe it... My daughter is getting married... It feels like I tucked you in bed and read you grandeur stories of knights and dragons just yesterday. And now, you're getting married..."

"F-Father are you crying?!" You patted your father's back and hugged him. "don't cry yet! Please save your tears for the wedding!"

"Oh, alright..." He sniffed, wiping away his tears with his handkerchief. "Just... make sure you give me plenty of grandchildren alright?"

"F-Father!"
Loveless (Prince!Vergil x Queen!Reader) Ch. 2
why do i always write so late goodness

anyways, here ya go. i'm still terrible at updating as always haha

honsstly i have nothing else to say. thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed!
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A/N: Please look at the description box when you're done. Thank you and enjoy!~

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It was just another day at the royal palace. You woke up, got dressed, got lectured by your private tutor for eight hours, and then spent the rest of your day sitting on the royal throne, leaving from time to time to eat and wander the castle grounds at your leisure. That's how your life has been for the past two years.

Your father bedridden from a terminal illness since you were 15, you- the only heir- had to step up to rule your grand kingdom as a temporary queen. As you near your 17th birthday, you were hoping that your father's advisors would pick a suitable suitor for you to wed. However, all the suitors thus far have been, well... not good. As soon as a suitor stepped in the royal hall leading to the throne, you have already assessed his character the moment you laid eyes on him. He was either greedy, selfish, or twisted. Your spot on assessments have been confirmed as soon as he uttered a word.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't be so picky. For the sake of our kingdom, you must wed a suitor and birth an heir to continue the royal lineage." Your top advisor, Mary, would say to you every time you sent a suitor away. And as always, you looked at her different colored eyes and told her,

"I'd rather wait for a good and wise king than to settle for a mutt in human form right now."

"I understand; but your father is becoming very impatient. His Majesty cannot handle any more stress in his current condition... So please, I implore you to marry the next suitor who walks through those doors." Mary cried, lowering her head.

"I'm sorry Mary, but I'm afraid I cannot concede to your demands. I want our fair kingdom to have a good king governing their lands."

"If he does happen to be corrupt, your father can merely strip him of his power. After all, His Majesty is higher than anyone else in the kingdom. But he can only do that if you marry a suitor in his lifetime." Mary emphasized. 

"Okay, fine. Summon the next suitor on your never-ending list. I swear that I will marry him." You huffed, slumping in the throne like a spoiled child. Mary nodded and cleared her throat. 

"Summon Vergil Sparda of Fortuna!"

The grand, intricate doors slowly opened to a young man roughly your age, if not slightly older, with striking blue eys and well-kempt hair. As he walked towards you, Mary leaned down and whispered,

"Please also keep in mind that he is the son of the king of Fortuna.'

"Fortuna? The kingdom that has one of the strongest economies in the world?" You whispered back, appalled.

"Yes; his family is very wealthy. If you were to marry this man, Your Highness, it would be wonderful for the people. Fortuna and (Kingdom's Name) will be bound to each other. Since we will be trading with them more often, maybe we will get out of this recession."

"Queen (F/N)," The prince bowed respectfully. "it is a pleasure to meet you."

Since you were too busy chatting with Mary, you didn't have time to look over him. But now that he was right in front of you, you had to admit, he was really quite a handsome figure. The way he walked and carried himself showed his confidence, but it was not the cocky kind of confidence that you were so used to seeing. He had pride in himself, but he was not actually proud. You nodded slowly, pulling yourself out of your thoughts.

"Arise, Prince Vergil. Thank you for coming all the way here. The path from Fortuna to (Kingdom's Name) is a long one indeed."

"Yes, it certainly is." Vergil smiled, but his eyes didn't crinkle. You knew then that it was merely a polite smile.

"Come now, it is almost dinner time. My servants will also prepare some lodgings for you and your retainers. I trust my stablehands have taken care of your horses?"

"Yes, they have. The people of (Kingdom's Name) are quite hospitable."

"That's wonderful to hear," You smiled and stood up from your throne, straightening out your dress. "Mary, is dinner almost ready?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Very good. Well, let us talk some more over dinner shall we?"

Vergil bowed deeply and held out his hand. You courteously took his hand; a certain coldness you have never felt before emanated from his strong fingers that wrapped around your smaller ones. You tried not to shiver, but it seemed Vergil sensed your muted discomfort.

"Is everything alright Your Majesty? Are you cold?"

"N-No. I'm fine. Thank you." You smiled briefly before you led him to the dining hall. A delicious steam wafted in the room that was filled with nothing but food. You led him to a seat beside you and motioned for him to sit.

"Please wait just a little bit. My father will be coming down in a few moments."

"We have heard of His Majesty's condition. How is he?"

"He's..." You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. "The king does not have much time left in this world. He will soon depart for a better life."

"I see... My deepest condolences," Vergil bowed his head. "if you are in need of any doctor or medicine, please feel free to tell me. We wish to help His Majesty."

"Thank you very much. Your words and concerns alone already bring comfort to me." You smiled sadly as you looked down at your plate, your reflection staring back at you with an unreadable expression. You could tell this man was different from all the rest. He was polite and quiet, and also quite the gentleman. You were used to hearing your suitors ramble on and on about their achievements and their physical prowess, or their sharp mind, or their looks that were too overhyped in your opinion. It all ended the same way. You ask one question concerning their morals, and they don't talk for the rest of the evening. You were surprised to see how many shallow men populated the world.

 "His Majesty has arrived." Called a servant. Everyone who was sitting in the room all rose from their seats and bowed to the elderly man. Your pale father flashed them a genuine smile and waved them off, his trembling body tripping to a chair opposite you. As he collapsed in the cushy seat, his (E/C) eyes wandered over to his silent guest.

"I don't believe we have met before. Are you Vergil Sparda of Fortuna?"

"Yes Your Majesty. It is a pleasure to meet you." Vergil bowed again, almost headbutting the table. You giggled quietly, watching the prince stagger slightly. Your father smiled and bowed too.

"I'm assuming you're here to ask my daughter's hand in marriage?"

"Yes Your Majesty."

"Well, I approve of you."

"A-Already sir?" Vergil stammered, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. 

"You see, my daughter is a picky one." He chuckled as you glared at him. "typically, she dismisses suitors before they even get to sit where you sit."

"Is that so?" He looked at you, his eyes displaying a newfound pride. 

"Y-Yes." You rushed out.

"You are a very special man, Prince Vergil. She must have seen something in you to allow you to get this far." Your father smiled, his eyes disappearing behind layers of wrinkles. Chuckles reverberated around the room.

"I'm honored the queen sees something in me." Vergil smiled and looked down slightly, his cheeks reddening.

"Ho ho! Are you blushing? We haven't even tasted the wine yet and you're already as red as a tomato!" Your father roared, his weak laughs full of joy. While the whole room erupted into laughter, you leaned toward the prince and whispered,

"I apologize for my father... He is like this sometimes."

"No... Really, it is quite refreshing to be in the presence of lighthearted people like him." He grinned softly.

"Well, let's not let such good food go to waste! Let us eat everyone!" All the top advisors sat down and chatted idly amongst themselves, eating and drinking to their heart's content. You turned to Vergil.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

"Unfortunately, I am not familiar with (Kingdom's Name)'s cuisine. Is there something you'd recommend?"

"Ah... In that case..." You called for one of the servants to cut you two slices of succulent roasted lamb. Then, your hand reached across some half-eaten dishes for a light salad seasoned with olive oil and garnished with various herbs. You spilled a generous amount of the salad on Vergil's plate and yours, before finally filling in whatever space was left with different cakes, cookies, muffins, and so on. Vergil bowed his head.

"Thank you very much." He muttered, slicing the lamb into smaller pieces. 

"Of course." You poked a shred of lettuce with your fork and flipped a crouton idly. Meanwhile, Vergil was almost finished with his rather large lamb slice. Although he ate it nice and neat, he practically inhaled every crumb on his plate. Your laugh caught his attention.

"You're eating like you haven't seen a morsel of food in days!"

"We ran out of food halfway. My servants and I had nothing to eat for days." He deadpanned. 

"O-Oh... I'm so sorry, I had no idea..." You mumbled, shame rising in you. He shook his head.

"It's over now. We won't underestimate the long road next time," He paused, bringing his voice to a level only you could hear. "that is, if there is a next time."

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. You totally forgot. You're going to marry this man. You even promised Mary that too. Flabbergasted, you hurriedly took a bite of a muffin and nodded quickly. It may have just been your imagination, but you thought you saw a smirk on his lips when you nodded. Before you could question him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your face closer to his. He leaned to your ear and whispered, 

"It is becoming quite stuffy in here. Is there a balcony nearby?" His breath tickled the shell of your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Why were you feeling this way? You've just met the man and your heart is racing at the thought of pressing your lips against his... Wait what?! No, no! No kissing yet!

"A-Ah... Um, yes! Yes, there's a balcony right... Um, I mean, take a left and then a right and you'll see it right away." You half-shrieked. Vergil winced, having had the directions practically screamed in his ear. To your relief, everyone was too drunk to have heard you. Vergil nodded slowly.

"Okay... Actually, I must talk to you. Alone." He emphasized. You nervously looked at your father and his advisors. They were having too merry a time to realize that you were planning to ditch. Having buried your worries, you nodded and slowly rose with the prince. One of his guards saw his prince stand and he hurriedly came to his master's side. 

"Prince Vergil..." The solider then muttered something in an unfamiliar language that sounded very much like gibberish in the prince's ear. Vergil shook his head and shot back with more gibberish. The solider bowed to him, then you, and returned to his post by the wall.

"Come. Lead the way." Vergil whispered quietly. You nodded and led him out the dining hall without anyone really caring.

"I didn't know you were bilingual." You looked at him, impressed.

"Trilingual."

"Pardon?"

"I'm trilingual."

"Oh wow..." You breathed out. "what other languages do you know?"

"Originally, I was only bilingual. But when I heard that I was to be summoned to your palace in a month, I quickly taught myself your language."

"Are you serious?!" You exclaimed, stopping fully. He turned to you and nodded.

"Yes. The other two languages are my kingdom's native tongue and a dialect taught only to the royal family."

"Why is there a dialect solely for the royal family?"

"For safety." He took your hand gingerly and led you down the hall.

"I fail to see why it would be for safety..." You muttered, making a right in the dimly illuminated corridor.

"If, say, one of our nobles turn on us and invade the royal palace, we as the royal family can communicate through that language to plan our next course of action."

"But what if your tutors are among the traitors?"

"No tutor teaches the royal family's dialect. Our parents, or in some cases grandparents, teach us."

"That's amazing..." 

A large arch loomed over the end of the hall, its white alabaster stone almost sparkling. You led him onto a marble balcony that stood over your whole kingdom. Since it was quite late at night, there was not a single soul in sight. Little candles stood on window sills, flickering with every gust of wind. You leaned against the railing and took a deep breath.

"It's perfect tonight." You remarked to no one in particular. Vergil silently nodded as he took his place by you.

"Queen (F/N), I must ask you a question."

"Ask away."

"Do you wish to marry me?"

You immediately tensed and your jaw clenched. Albeit quiet, Vergil seemed to be an honorable man. And quite intelligent too, having learned an entirely different language fluently in a month. Such an impossible feat showed his dedication to your kingdom even though he had never set foot on its soil. You turned your body to him.

"Well, what about you? Do you wish to marry me?"

"I cannot say. I was merely ordered to marry you." Vergil spouted out robotically. Your brow twitched and your heart was pricked with the tiniest needle of pain. 

"O-Oh. Well... I know you don't now, but do you think you'd learn to love me overtime?"

"I suppose." Was all he said.

"You... suppose?"

"Having only just met each other, we are all on our best behaviors. I don't truly know you, and vice versa. If you are someone I think I can love, then I suppose I'll learn to love you."

His rather blunt explanation shocked you. "And what if I'm not worthy of your love?"

"Then I will never love you." Vergil deadpanned.

You gripped the seams of your dress and bit your lips. You've always wanted what was best for your country, but spending the rest of your life with a man that can't even look at you is... unnerving. No doubt Vergil would be a good king. He's just and wise, and he'd surely lead your kingdom in the right direction. But when the day is done and he comes home, will you be met with cold and indifference? 

"So what will it be, Your Majesty?" He leaned down and peered at you curiously. "are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me even though I cannot guarantee you a happy and loving marriage?"

"I..."

"I promise that I will rule your kingdom justly and fairly. But you may not love me, or I may not love you. Do you still wish to marry me?"

"I..." You took a deep breath and stated, "I do."
Loveless (Prince!Vergil x Queen!Reader) Ch. 1
ripriprip here we go again- another series

let's just hope and pray it all goes well and i don't lose motivation halfway haha

this was supposed to be a oneshot but a quarter through, i knew i wouldn't be able to finish everything in just one story. unless you guys want a oneshot as long as War & Peace, i knew it would be wiser to break it up into parts

i've been wanting to do this kind of AU for awhile now, but i was always worried because i knew it would be too long to just be a oneshot

i've already given up on series a long time ago ( remember that FFXV series i did of noctis? lololol ) but i was like 'honestly, wtf do i have to lose'

sooo yeah. here ya go. a series. you're welcome.

oh, and also- because i am starting a series, i may or may not stop writing about Cloud for a bit. i really don't know yet. i don't plan on stopping but just in case i do, don't be alarmed. i will resume a regular writing shcedule until the end of Loveless

until then, thank you for reading and i hope you're looking forward to the series!~
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For the longest time, he has followed you every step of the way. He protected you from all harm, going so far as to be hit by an oncoming truck that one time. But he didn't regret it one little bit. He was happy to see you safe, happy to see your crying little face by his bedside. Okay, it hurt to see you in tears. But he was relieved beyond words to see you safe. 

You were his light.

And he was your shadow.

He watched you, a cute and innocent little bud, blossom into something beautiful. You were like a captivating rose in the early days of spring. A gentle daisy in the summer time. And as you grew, feelings for you bloomed in his heart as well.

But he never said a word.

Day after day, month after month, year after year- He never mentioned his growing attractions, or later his selfless love, to you. He thought he was content, happy to just be at your side as a friend. He ignored the pangs of jealousy whenever a man made a move on you and the shots of pain when you reciprocated. It was killing him inside, but he couldn't do anything. He was nothing but an older brother to you.

Cloud closed his eyes and smiled, drifting into his innocent fantasies that he has played in his head countless times. Him coming home from work, you jumping into his arms and kissing his cheek, his kids tackling both of you to the ground... He was happy. He was at peace whenever he recalled your picturesque smile in that head of his. His phone buzzed in his pocket, dragging him back to reality.

Cloud opened his eyes and checked his phone, his pale face growing pastier after reading a reminder that was set for this specific date. He bit his lip and sighed, getting up from his bed and picking up the small bouquet of flowers he handpicked himself. He played with the (Favorite Color) ribbon for a little bit, feeling its velvety texture between his fingertips. With a huff, he pulled himself off his bed and waltzed out his room.

After he headed down the steps of his apartment, smiling and waving at all his neighbors, he mounted Fenrir sluggishly- almost reluctantly. He inserted his keys and his trusty steed roared to life, kicking the nearby dust in the air. Bouquet still in hand, he drove out of the parking lot and down the busy streets of Midgar.

"I can't wait to see her again," He thought, stopping for a red light. "it's been so long."

He watched the crowd of pedestrians flock from one side of the street to the other, idly scraping his boots against the hard pavement. He kicked a pebble, and another pebble, and another. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

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"Cloud!"

His eyes shot open, his muscles tightening and his breath hitching. Where was he?

Wait... He knew this place. It all looks so familiar-

"Cloud, pass the ball to me!"

He looked over his shoulder and saw a little girl with lopsided pigtails waving her hands in a frenzy, smiling a grin that proudly showed two missing teeth. Instinctively, he kicked the somewhat deflated and obviously tattered soccer ball to the girl that seemed so strangely familiar to him. She kicked and missed, goofily falling to the ground. His eyes widened and a shout came out of him as he ran to the little girl, who was cradling her scraped knee.

"A-Are you okay?" Cloud asked, gently resting a hand on the girl's knee. She sniffed and wiped away her tears, nodding her head. Her little pigtails bobbed up and down with each nod, making her look even cute than before. Cloud chuckled softly, caressing her head with utmost care.

"Don't worry. We'll get you fixed up." He said with a smile.

"Yeah..." She sniffed, rubbing her knee slightly. "I know I'll be okay with you at my side!"

Ba-dump...
Ba-dump... 

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Beep! Beep!

The musky scent of oil filled his nostrils as he was brought back from another daydream. Cloud, who was still in a daze, absently looked up and saw a green light towering high above him. He gasped, adrenaline shooting through his veins. He waved his hand at the drivers behind him in apology and hurriedly sped away. After, of course, one of them flashed Cloud a middle finger. 

He drove the mostly deserted streets in relative peace. On his right were various failing cafés and bookstores and on his left was a dull looking building that has clearly seen better days. A sense of nostalgia flooded him as he stopped at the side of the road for a minute. The already ugly gray walls were peeling off the sides and weeds took up half the entrance. Anyone could have guessed that building was haunted, but it was not. Quite the contrary actually. There were numerous students all over the campus, huddled in groups or just walking with friends. Cloud smiled. His high school days felt like they were only yesterday.

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Riiiing!

"Oh! Cloud!"
A girl in a student uniform walked up to him, books and binders all balancing in her arms. Cloud blinked his eyes in disbelief. It was the same girl as before. Gone were her messy pigtails and her two missing teeth grew back into a straight smile. She was all grown up now. Well, almost.

"What is it?"

"Let's walk to class together!" With her one free hand, she took his arm and pulled him through the crowds, talking nonstop. Her words barely registered in his head. All he could focus on was her melodious voice, the way it went up when she got excited or low when she was telling him something secretive. Her fingers squeezed his wrist occasionally, sending his heart rate through the roof. Of course, all good things must come to an end. You both have apparently arrived at your destination, although the words inscribed above the doorway were all fuzzy. She looked up at him and smiled. 

"Oh yeah. Can you help me study for that test next Friday? There are still some things I don't understand."

"O-Oh. Sure." Cloud coughed, realizing that he's probably been staring at her the whole time. She, of course, didn't sense a thing and grinned even wider.

"Cool. Thanks Cloudy."

"C-Cloudy..." Cloud mumbled, his ears turning red.

Ba-dump...
Ba dump...

~*~

Cloud's grip on Fenrir tightened until his hands grew numb. He shook his head, incoherent thoughts racing through his brain. It was getting pretty late. He had to finish his errand and go home before nightfall. Although Cloud was one of the best swordsman in Midgar, he still avoided its night life at all costs. Dusk was the hour when prostitutes, drug dealers, and thugs roamed about the streets, lurking and stalking their next victims. A gentle breeze caressed his back, almost pushing him to his destination. Fenrir's engines revived, Cloud raced toward the sunset on the horizon. 

As he raced down streets that crossed this way and that, traces of civilization seemed to vanish after he left the city's walls and into the dusty outskirts. He made a turn here and a turn there, traversing down a path that he has memorized by heart. He approached a dark cavern almost taken over by nature, vines creeping up its sides and moss growing in the cracks of its damp walls. He stopped by a nearby shrub and pulled out the keys, Fenrir succumbing back to its slumber. He weaved his way past the cave's stalagmites until he approached a clearing.

By the time he passed the cave's threshold, the cool breeze of night passed through his hair, refreshing his downcast spirits. In the clearing there was a lake whose surface reflected gentle lunar rays. Heavily contrasting from the rest of Midgar's Outskirts, it was almost as if the clearing was an entirely different world, with its thick green foliage and rare flowers blooming along the lake's coast. A tree whose long branches tickled the water's surface, making the the otherwise still lake ripple with laughter, stood out with its subtle yet strangely overbearing presence. It was a willow tree- about the size of an evergreen. It hung over the lake, almost suspended in the air. Cloud's heart hastened, Father Time holding his breath as Cloud took his first steps towards the trunk of the tree.

There embedded deeply in the ground was a tombstone, its epitaph weathered away from the long years. Although hardly visible, Cloud was able to read the scratches on the stone as clear as day.

Here lies (F/N) (L/N)
(Birthday)
A loving wife; She and her unborn daughter have joined the Lifestream on-
September 18, 20XX

"Hello, (F/N). It's Cloudy. It's been awhile," Cloud bent down and peered at the stone that shined in the light. He smiled. "how's (D/N)?"

He chuckled, another faint breeze blowing through the area. He placed the somewhat wilting flowers at the base of the tombstone, awkwardly clearing his throat. "I-I got you flowers. They're kinda wilted now, but... y'know..."

Cloud let out a deep sigh, his heart wrenching this way and that. "I miss you so much... Even though you were never mine, I-"

No.

He couldn't say it.

Dammit, he couldn't say it. 

Unexplainable grief weighed his chest like lead- of course, that was quite the understatement. He didn't even realize he reached out to touch your grave until he felt smooth, cold stone under his fingerpads. He pressed his forehead against the head of your tombstone and wailed into the night. His fingers gripped the edge of the piece of rock that held your memory, almost like it would fade out of existence if he were to let go. 

You got married under this tree.

You were wed to his best friend.

He could see your cute, dimply smile next to his friend's proud and cheery grin. He remembered having front rowseats; he remembered the way his heart was shredded into millions of pieces before subsequently being crushed into trillions. He remembered having to give a speech in front of all his peers, in front of all his friends, in front of you. He remembered the burning in his throat as he talked about how happy he was for your union, your new future with a man that wasn't him. He remembered shaking Zack's hand and patting him on the shoulder, like he always did, and congratulating him, wishing him a good luck on his new life with his beloved wife. Of course, he was happy. He was happy for the both of you. It's just that... He wished he was the one that got to kiss you, to hold you in his arms and never let you go.

You had your funeral under this tree.

You were in labor. Zack was driving you to the hospital at 3 A.M. when you were broadsided by a drunk driver who was going home from a party. Your car flipped and rolled into a nearby building, the engine exploding and thus combusting into flames. There were no survivors in the accident. Your accident was on the headlines for weeks. Three weeks to be exact. But during that time, he has heard nothing else. He was plagued by your and Zack's death. One time, some nosy report team wanted to interview him because they found out that he knew both of you personally. Obviously he declined, but the way your accident was glorified by the press just rubbed salt on the deep cut. 

He had already paid respects to his best friend yesterday and spent the whole day by his friend's side, chatting about this and that and catching him up with his rather monotonous life. But today was dedicated to you and your unborn baby, who was revealed to be a girl a few months before you were due. 

No. 

He couldn't tell you how he truly felt.

Out of respect for the late Zack, his closest friend, he must not disclose his feelings to you. 

Zack himself didn't know that Cloud loved his wife. Cloud felt like he'd be betraying his friend by telling Zack's wife that he loved her.

Cloud, tears still streaming down his cheeks, pried himself away from your tombstone. The moon disappeared in the sun's blends of blues and oranges. It was almost sunrise. Had he really stayed the whole night? It only felt like a couple of minutes. Nonetheless, Cloud bowed respectfully and took a step back, trying to regain his composure. And with that, he left. He dragged his feet through the cave and to the dusty outskirts on the other side. There was his loyal metal steed Fenrir, waiting for its master. Cloud tripped over to his motorcycle and absently leaned on the bike, his fingers trembling. Tears still in his eyes, he looked up to greet the rising sun and whispered,

"(F/N)... I love you."
Your Shadow (Cloud Strife x Reader)
goodness gracious it's 5:00 a.m. here

i need to stop writing so late

oh well. hamilton helped me get through it





fuck you aaron burr
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"Vergil!!!"

You stormed out of the kitchen, an empty can of (Your Favorite Drink) in hand. Smoke practically fumed out of your ears as you stomped to your roommate's bedroom, where he was no doubt still asleep. It was 7 in the morning on a Saturday after all. You turned the doorknob but, lo and behold, it was locked. Clicking your tongue and muttering some not-so-friendly words, you felt around in your pocket and pulled out a paper clip. How it got there you didn't know, but you had it and you were gonna use it. Bending and twisting the white paper clip into a straight stick, you jammed one end in the doorknob's hole and pushed the lock with a loud and satisfying 'bop' sound. As expected, you found a large mass wrapped in a blanket, shuffling slightly.

"... what..." A voice mumbled under the covers, still obviously half-asleep.

"'What'? What do you mean 'what'?! You drank my last can of (Your Favorite Drink)!"

"There's still... some left..." Vergil grumbled, burying his head underneath his pillow. Furious, you marched over to his side of the bed and yanked his pillow out of his hands, slamming it against the back of his head.

"No there isn't! I checked. Nothing."

"Oh... oops," Vergil sighed deeply and looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. "buy some more then."

"I don't get my paycheck until next Friday. I barely have enough money to pay my share of the rent." You huffed, sitting on the bed. Vergil grunted, unhappy that you were in his personal bubble but he was too tired to retort back.

"Please do not blame me for your lack of funds. I wasn't the one who bought that new game... what was it, Pocket Monsters?"

"Shut up. You know I've been waiting for Pokémon Sun and Moon ever since I saw that trailer." 

"Case closed."

"No, it's not. You have to buy me a can of (Your Favorite Drink) now. End of discussion."

"Hey," Vergil sat up fully, annoyance evident in his eyes and tone. "I refuse to spend my money for something as trivial as (Your Favorite Drink)."

You scoffed, offense written all over your face. You swatted his forehead. "I'll have you know that (Your Favorite Drink) is my favorite drink."

"Which is why it's trivial."

You threw the empty can at his temple and stood up, glaring him down. "If I don't see a can of (Your Favorite Drink) on the table by the end of the day, I'll blackmail you."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I do know that you own a pink apron that says 'Hot Mama!' on the front."

"... Where're my keys."

~*~

"So, why do you have that apron?"

"Shut up."

After breakfast, you both got ready and left for the store as soon as possible. While you puffed your cheeks and blew out a sigh, Vergil transferred to another lane to avoid the slow driver in front. 

"No really, why are you still holding onto that thing if you don't even like it?"

"I have no obligation to tell you."

"C'mon, i'm your roommate and friend. You should at least tell me."

"You are not my friend. And, I am only your roommate because you needed someone to help pay the rent after your previous roommate bailed on you."

Even though you kinda knew it, him flat out telling you that he didn't like you really hurt. You were silent for a few seconds but you bounced right back to avoid some subsequent awkward silence.

"Oh come on, you love me."

"I do not."

"Sure you do. I caught you staring at my ass that one time, remember?"

"First off, there was a spider by your foot and I was debating whether or not I should tell you." Despite this claim, Vergil's eyes flickered to the side in what seemed to be embarrassment, his cheeks flaring to a nice pink shade. You chuckled and let the conversation fizzle out, just merely enjoying your friend's company instead. Despite the overall casual atmosphere in the car, your brain repeated what Vergil said to you moments ago.

"You are not my friend. And, I am only your roommate because you needed someone to help pay the rent after your previous roommate bailed on you." 

Although you tried not to show your obvious displeasure, it was still hard to play it off like it didn't hurt at all. You stared out the window and sighed to yourself, your head too busy to process the blurry scenery whizzing past you. Vergil, who has been focused on driving, sensed a change in your temperament and he casted a side glance at you in slight concern. it's not like you to fall quiet. You hated being quiet. If you weren't talking, you were either listening to some music or the radio. That's when he knew he did something wrong. 

"(F/N)-"

"Oh, we're here now. Make a left."

If you hadn't announce their arrival, he would have completely missed the turn. Vergil turned his signal and abruptly swerved into the lane and just barely made it into the store's parking lot in one piece. Since it was so early in the morning, there were few cars, only maybe four in the distance. After Vergil parked near the store's entrance, he turned off the engine and pulled the keys out. He unbuckled his seatbelt and watched you in the corner of his eye, studying and evaluating your slow, almost dream-like movements. He clicked his tongue in annoyance to pull you out of your thoughts.

"We've arrived. Come." 

"Huh? Oh, yeah..." You cleared your throat and fumbled with your seatbelt for a little bit. Well, what's done is done. If that's how he feels about you, what can you do? You can't just force somebody to like you. You exited the vehicle and followed Vergil to the store.

The cashiers shot you both a warm smile and you muttered a polite 'good morning' to them in return. You immediately went to the refreshments aisle that held your drink. As your fingers grazed all the different sized boxes of soda, Vergil called out,

"Hurry and get what you want. I have work later."

"Oh, yeah... Um, what did I like again?" What was wrong with you? How could you not remember it? Even after you've made a huge fuss about it this morn- Ah! Maybe that's why he hates you.

You leaned against the wall, mentally kicking yourself over and over again.

You're just flat out annoying and a thorn in his side. As he said, he's only living with you because it would benefit the both of you. He needed a place to live and you needed a roommate with a good credit score and a fat wallet. It worked out perfectly in the end. But who would've thought that you would fall for someone like Vergil of all people?

You gasped, your heart quickening.

You loved Vergil. 

You groaned at yourself and you just wanted to slam your head against a brick wall. Your luck in love has been terrible all your life. Your crushes were always unreciprocated and you never experienced true love. Well, you did date this one guy in highschool but he was a good-for-nothing two-timer who was also seeing your best friend for months before he even said the words 'I love you'. 

"What's taking her so long?" Vergil grumbled, making his way over to you. "(F/N). We have to go now." 

Vergil? Liking you? Hah! What a concept.

"(F/N)."

No way in hell would he ever feel the same.

"(F/N)."

Why did you even fall for him in the first place?

"(F/N)!" 

You were sucked out of your thoughts in an instant when you felt foreign pressure squeezing your shoulders. You blinked, staring blankly at Vergil's hues before realizing where you were.

"Oh... Vergil. What's wrong?"

"Are you deaf?"

"W-What?"

"So you are." 

"Wait, no, it's not that... I-I was just thinking about something."

"If it's not important, don't think about it. Worrying about unimportant things will cause unnecessary stress in your life."

Oh, he's actually showing concern for once. That's nice, you guessed.

"Wait Vergil, what are you doing?"

Vergil didn't say a word as he stooped down and picked up the largest box of (Your Favorite Drink). Your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates after you looked at the price tag.

"V-Vergil, that's really expensive! And plus, I don't need that much."

Again, Vergil was silent as he placed the box in the cart and went on his way, leaving you behind. Exasperatedly, you caught up with him at the cash register. He was surprisingly quick on his feet.

"I told you I don't need this much. Just get me a bottle." You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. Vergil effortlessly lifted the tall box and slammed it on the conveyor belt. The cashier flinched, hurriedly scanning the item before placing it back in the cart ( with the aid of several people ). 

"Is that all?" The adolescent exhaled, obviously out of breath.

"Yes." Vergil replied, pulling out his card.

"Your total is $26.38, including tax. Now, if you would please insert your card chip in there."

Vergil obediently did as he was told and while he was waiting for the transaction to be completed, you sneaked up behind him and yelled-whispered in his ear,

"What the hell are you doing? We could have bought so much more with that money, like milk and bread, or some laundry detergent."

"I still have enough money to pay for my share of the rent, if that's what you're worried about." He retorted nonchalantly, pulling out his card after the chip reader made an obnoxious beep. He quietly thanked the cashier and left the store, you trailing behind him. 

"No, I don't care about that," You said at last when you were both settled in the car. "why would you waste so much money on something as 'trivial' as my drink?"

Vergil said nothing, pulling out of the parking lot and into the road in relative silence. You sighed and sank back in your chair, staring into the distance. Why were you like this? He paid for that huge box of (Your Favorite Drink) even though he knew he didn't have to. Especially since you both had low-paying jobs, $26.38 meant a lot to both of you. It didn't help much now that your landlord increases the rent every month. 

"Because it would make you happy." He said at last. Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart thumped harder against your chest. You looked over at him in shock, noticing the light blush dusting his cheeks. You giggled and squirmed in your seat, a grin playing on your lips.

"Thank you Vergil."

Since then, you felt just a little bit closer to the half-demon. You felt like he was finally letting down his walls and allowing you into his heart bit by bit. You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh.

And maybe one day, you will finally work up the courage to tell him how you feel. And maybe, just maybe, he will feel the same way. But for now, you were content with what you had. It was only a matter of time.
Only a Matter of Time (Vergil x Reader)
forgive me if it's crappy, i wrote this at 5 in the morning after having no sleep whatsoever haha-

so anyway, finals are coming up. you know what that means :)

i really have nothing else to say to you guys. i'm sure you're all tired of hearing me apologize for being inactive and promising i'll post more when i never really do, but y'know. still sorry about that

anyways, thanks alot for reading. i hope you enjoyed~
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Pop!

Twitch.

Pop pop!

Twitch twitch.

Pop pop pop pop-!

"(F/N), I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible," Cloud, your roommate, looked you in the eye with a dash of detest in his eyes. "please shut up."

"Oh come on. Lighten up, dude. It's just bubble wrap." You snickered, popping one more bubble that was between your fingers. Cloud's veins surfaced his neck for a split second before disappearing under the layer of skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply.

"It was cute at first, but it gets kinda annoying when your roommate spends two whole hours popping the darn thing." He grumbled, emphasizing the last part. He rubbed his temple as another flurry of pops filled the room, much to your amusement and his exasperation.

"But bubble wrap can be so relaxing... Imagine. You're bored. You're waiting for your next class. But you're too stressed to sleep and no one is posting on Twitter. What do you do? Pull out a roll of bubble wrap and pop to your heart's content."

"Unlike you, most normal people don't just keep a roll of bubble wrap in their back pocket. Besides, where did you even get such a huge roll?" Cloud sighed, eyeing the half-pound roll of bubble wrap in the corner of your apartment. 

"My couisin sent 'em to me. She knew I loved bubble wrap, so she sent some."

"But why?"

"An 'early birthday gift'."

"Can't you use for its true purpose? You know, padding packages?"

"I can; but I don't want to." You stuck your tongue out at him as you shot a flat sheet of bubble wrap into a trash can. He sighed and pulled out his Biology book from his black backpack. 

"Fine. While you go pop some bubbles, I'll actually be making use of my time by studying for a Biology test."

"'Kay."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"G-... Goodbye."

"See you, Cloud."

Pop... Pop... Pop...

"... Why are you so quiet?"

"What do you mean?" You hummed, your fingers grazing over the translucent wrap. 

"You're really invested in that thing aren't you?" Cloud sighed, setting down his backpack and joining you on the couch.

"Yup." 

"... Interesting." Unbeknownst to you, a sparkle of mischief glimmered in his blue orbs and his eyebrows arched.

"What are you doing?" You finally looked up from your bubble wrap and eyed the young man suspiciously. He rested his back against your propped legs and shrugged, taking out his Biology book.

"What? I'm just studying."

"Okay..." You exhaled deeply and went back to popping. Unsatisfied with your reaction, Cloud turned his body so that his chest was pressed against your knees. You cocked your brow.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Earlier was unconfrotable. This is better." Cloud said behind his large book.

You grunted and threw your head back. "You're lucky that you're my best friend."

"Yeah I know," He grinned. "you'd kill me if I weren't."

"Hell yeah man."

His chest buzzed with a chuckle before the room lapsed into silence. Cloud's fingers wrapped around your ankle somewhat subconsciously and tapped to a steady beat. If you had known him less, you would have kicked his teeth out. However, Cloud always had a tendency to tap his fingers when he was studying. What took you by surprise, however, was when you felt your legs slowly separate. Bewildered, a sort of gasp-not-really-gasp rasped out of your throat and you, of course, slammed Cloud's head- between your legs. Cloud's poor face was buried in your-

"H-Help...!" Shrieked a muffled moan.  

"Get out of there you perv!" Immediately, you release your friend's face from between your legs and landed a swift kick to his side. The air was knocked right out of his lungs as he crumpled to the side. After grabbing a pillow, you pulled your legs away from the male and wrapped your arms around them.

"What the hell was that?!" You screamed into your pillow, your face as red as a cherry. "why... Why..."

"I-I just wanted to mess with you! I swear!" Cloud confessed, holding up his hands defensively. "I didn't mean it like that...!"

"Well, it sure as hell felt like it!" With a newfound strength, you smacked your best friend with your pillow until a faint red mark marked his cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He whimpered in-between smacks.

"Pervert! Idiot! I hate you!" Finally content with the sight before you, you ended your hitting with a pillow slam to his noggin. He sniveled and cowered, waiting for the beating that never came. Slowly, he peaked up and eyed you cautiously.

"I'm... I'm really sorry (F/N)..."

You looked down and your heart softened just a little. Cloud was truly and genuinely sorry. It was written all over his face. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. "Just... Never speak of this again." 

"Yes ma'am."

...

"Hey (F/N)?"

"What?"

"Did you really mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"When you said you hated me?"

It took you a second or two to process what he just said. But when you did, a sort of chuckle came out of your throat and you looked at him incredulously. However, your face faltered after seeing how serious he was. His furrowed brows hardly moved when you said,

"No Cloud, I was joking."

"It didn't sound like it." He mumbled under his breath. The sad ring in his voice made your heart quiver in your chest and you inhaled, slowly unfurling your legs from your scrunched up body.

"No, I really was joking. I... I'm sorry it sounded that way. I didn't mean it like that."

"So you don't hate me?"

"No, I can never hate you Cloud. No matter how perverted you are." You smirked at the last part, but Cloud's face exhibited relief.

"Thank goodness. So... um..." Cloud turned away and rubbed his neck.

"Hey, what's wrong? I don't hate you, you know."

"No, it's just... Does that mean you...?" He looked up expectantly, secretly hoping you'd get what he meant.

"I...?" You tilted your head.

Is he asking me if I like him...?

You dismissed the foolish idea and cleared your throat, waiting for him to continue. He let out a deep sigh and with the quietest voice, he asked.

"Does that mean you... love me?"

"I... Wait, what?"

"You don't hate me, so does that mean you love me?" He asked, just a bit louder but a lot redder.

A small sound left you and you stared blankly at your friend's face. Lips trembling, you clenched your fist and spoke up, masking your nervousness as best as you could.

"Why do you ask? Do you?"

"Well... Kinda..."

"'Kinda'?"

"... a lot..." He managed to cough out.

"S-Since when?" You croaked, your throat suddenly feeling dry and tight.

"Since I met you...?" Cloud's face was as bright and red as yours by now, and the two of you could only look at the ground in total, awkward silence. After several long minutes, Cloud sighed and suddenly the weight was lifted from the sofa.

"I'm sorry I asked such a stupid question. Just forget it," The grief and despair in his voice wrenched your heart into pieces. You looked up and saw Cloud slouched over, picking up his long-forgotten books and bag. The next thing you knew, you were on his back crying and hugging him from behind. The bewildered Cloud let out some kind of shriek and he came tumbling back down on the couch- on you. But you didn't care. Despite his obvious height and weight difference, you clung to him even more, going so far as to wrapping your legs around his waist.

"(F/N), what in Gaia's name-"

"I love you too!"

"I... you... what?"

"I love you too, Cloud. I'm sorry it took me awhile to realize it. But... I really do love you!" It was true. You've had feelings for your awkward lil' friend for a long time. Before all this, if someone were to tell you that he liked you, you'd laugh them to scorn. The mere idea of someone liking you in that way was so mindboggling you pretty much just gave up on love entirely and dismissed it as only a concept in books and other literary works.

"That's... That's great! Oh wow..." Cloud unhooked your legs and spun around so that he was on top of you. He quickly bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. Although short, it was brimming with love.

"Aw, that's it?" You teased, cradling his face between your hands.

"What, you want more?" A naughty smirk played at the corners of his lips and he bent down, teasingly tracing the contour of your bottom lip.

"Maaaybe." You hummed, pulling him down again.

"Of course. Anything you want, princess." He angled his head and heatedly pressed his lips to yours, almost hungrily. This new side of him took you by surprise and you let out a gasp that was swallowed up in seconds. Mistaking your gasp of surprise for a moan of desire, he added his body into the kiss as he leaned closer, pushing his chest into your breasts. His hands gripped your waists and massaged your thighs while his mouth and his tongue took your breath away. Satisfied for now, he pulled away and rolled off you, but still kept you in his arms. You found yourself on top of his heaving chest, staring down at those captivating blue orbs you loved.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..." He whispered, caressing your cheeks. You nuzzled into his calloused palm and sighed contently. His other hand, however, still wandered all over your body, particularly your posterior. You moaned softly as he squished your left cheek with much excitement.

"Oh? What's this?" His hand reached into your back pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled lump. "is this... bubble wrap?"

Oh Gaia. you completely forgot about your bubble wrap! Cloud laughed as he handed you the small square of plastic. He sat up, forcing you to slide into his lap. You pulled out yet another roll of bubble wrap from your other pocket and happily handed it to your new lover. He looked at it in confusion.

"What? Don't you know how bubble wrap works?"

"(F/N), this one's flat."

"... Oh," You looked at the deflated bubbles. "don't worry. I have more."

Cloud placed the deflated bubble wrap on the table as you handed him a new one. A few awkward pops on his part later, he was popping through sheets and sheets of bubble wrap. Heck, he was popping faster than you!

"Gaia, you're fast!"

"This is really fun actually. I can see how you can do this for hours." He remarked, finishing his fifteenth square.

"Yeah. It's really relaxing."

You both continued popping in content silence. You were so absorbed in the little plastic in your hands, you nearly missed Cloud's incoherent mutter about something.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Nothing." He replied too quickly. Too lazy to press him for answers, you let it slide. Cloud also continued, popping the little bubbles a bit more vigorously as he repeated the words,

"... To be honest, I'd rather be popping your ass."
Bubble Wrap (Cloud Strife x Reader) College AU!
hi stranger
it's been awhile- //shot

but anyways, here's a Cloudy fic for you all. hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it!

i'll be leaving for compeition ( again ) next week-ish. not sure if i can post anything next week since it'll be super busy.

rip my sorry ass i have a periodic table quiz tomorrow and here i am, alone with my dog at 11 at night, writing video game fanfiction. i really do have to sort out my priorities lol

anyways, thanks for reading!~
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Hello there! My name is Nicole. Welcome to whatever this is XD. I will be posting all my stories on here, so please go and take a look sometime!~

In the meantime, here're a few things about myself!

First off, how in the WORLD do you say my username? Fixerbidden? Nope. It's pronounced just like 'Forbidden' :)

I am a HUGE gamer girl (so much so, my tagline is from a freaking video game XD). In fact, when I'm not writing, studying, or practicing my instruments, you can usually find me huddled in a corner with a 3DS in hand XD

I think that's all you need to know about me. If you have any requests, go ahead and tell me! I am always open for requests (unless I say so) and I would be happy to write for you! :D
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momokitty27 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Student Writer
Glad to see you're still writing! Have you played Final Fantasy 15 yet?? I'm such a fangirl!
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I STILL HAVENT I WANNA SCREAM-

i don't even have a ps4 man, it's so sad ;-;
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momokitty27 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Student Writer
Aww! There are some excellent Let's Play videos! It's amazing~
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AIGHT IMMA CHECK EM OUT WHEN I HAVE THE CHANCE TY
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momokitty27 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2016  Student Writer
Happy Birthday!! I hope you have an awesome day!
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Fxrbidden Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY-

THANK YOU SO MUCH AHAHA
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momokitty27 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2016  Student Writer
You're welcome!!
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dumbfuck-in-diguise Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday (2) Happy birthday, lovely friend!!! I hope you have a great day~~! Happy Birthday (2) 
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Fxrbidden Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
this is late, i'm so sorry-

but thank you so much!
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dumbfuck-in-diguise Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
And this Is late too, I'm sorry-

You're welcome!
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