Ive only played through this game once with V's route, when I was trying to look up some references I got reallyyy confused how his hair in the gane works so heres quick V hairstyle study!
A little extra with him in shorter dreadlocks for funsies
Some refs/inspo
also i just want to say how funny it is that this guy is connected to so many Vs: His first and last name, his birthday (valentines, we're twinsies btw), him being a vigilante, as well as the word vengance i think? im not sure? idk where i got that from its been a while. like get him out of here
Hello! This is just an Au for Ryue and V,, this au is very inspired by Zeno and Cloneships ( heavy on Evilfies x Directorfies ) . Uhm, I don't know what to say more ,, mhh..
A little fic for my mutual @dvinefires for making me such a wonderful drawing.
Ronin x Atticus
âValentinâs dayâ
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V wasnât very much the âbirthday typeâ, if that makes sense. He would go all out pampering you for yours, of course, but his? He never paid too much attention, he remembered Ronin requesting his birthday at the beginning and him telling Ronin, because heâs always preferred honesty, despite how much Ronin pissed him off. Since the server he began realizing when it was his birthday, because of the VC celebrations Ronin would gather everyone for, but he never cared. He never forgot it, but only because it was just a fact about him and he happened to have a good memory. Looking forward to a birthday was rather foreign to himâŠ
Until you rolled in. You always had what you called â a crap ton of sick ideasâ for his birthday, and seeing the warm look on your handsome face? He just sat and listened to you enforcing that it must be taken seriously, thinking it was a passing comment. But oh boy you were letting him know with all the love in your heart that he was wrong.
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It was the night before his birthday, you had done an amazing job planning everything out, staying up, having to endure Vâs âAre you not under the impression that is too much caffeine?âs and of course, feeling insanely both pumped and excited. No doubt, you had done brilliantly for him⊠but it had been worrying him a bit. At the start of the day he pet your head and gently kissed the back of your neck, asking you what you had been so involved in. Late throughout the day he gets worried, reassures you youâre doing excellent, and perhaps working for too hard for him, and by the end of the day? He had to carry you into bed, telling you heâd sleep at 8PM and to wake him up if anything was needed, but sat up in bed till 4AM waiting for his boyfriend by his side. He took a deep sigh and stroked your face, âAtticus, my dearâŠâ You looked so pesceful and exhausted to him. You really did need this, your raised eyebrows, soft, soft pale skin, your eyebrows raised, the scratchy facial hair and dirt-stache he never knew heâd find so cute and so attractive, everything. However, maybe he was a bit too used to his puppies since the petting and ruffling of your mop top went on for a damn while. He felt this surge of just being so proud of his gorgeous boy, you worked so hard. âPerhaps it is worth it to humor the idea of my birthday, if it is what makes him smile like that.â
Despite all the coddling and cooing, you were so deep in your sleep you were surprised to wake up wrapped in his arms..10AM..early for you but insanely late for him. Before you pity the poor man for staying up for you too much, you decide nowâs the perfect time to get to work.
You exit into the car outside, you usually didnât drive the car, huh. Valentin never let you get to it first, not because he was against it but because he loved driving while you talked to him, plus it was kinda how adorably childish and dedicated he was to his âdutyâ of pampering and caring for you. So eh, whatâs to hate? It was definitely an entertaining and endearing sight, at least. Beyond that, you did drive on occasion, end Lo and behold, this became one of them. Sure a bike would be easier to operate but this guy was not the motorbike person⊠at all. But man, you really did wanna wake up to his groggy face, furrowing his eyebrows and hearing his raspy morning voice groan as he realizes heâs late⊠whatever. You are so making up for that by getting to see the look on his face at the party you made tonight.
You go to multiple party stores, and to no avail, you find nothing heâd like. Everything was all environmentally harmful and thatâs not really his thing, sucks. Whatever, youâre doing anything but giving hope for your amazing boyfriend! You pick up something sweet and keep going, said sweet thing either has insane levels of sugar, sodium or caffeine probably. Well, at least that was what the Valentin alarm going off in your head said, eh youâre chill. What you do notice when you go to a place to get something is the abundant amount of heart shaped chocolate and cookies, of course! Itâs valentines as well! You have a habit of forgetting things exist in the world other than your boyfriend. You go up to the cashier and purchase a small heart shaped box of vegan chocolates and keep going in your merry way. As for V? You left him a note that said enough about where youâre goingâŠahemâŠ
âHello my awesome boyfriend :3 if youâre wondering where I am basically I went out to get you some stuff for you birthday!! Not sure when Iâll get back BUT itâll be soon after you wake up. Maybe a few hours??? Anyways I love you so much V and happy birthday!
~ your awesome bf Atticusâ
ââŠGood lord.â
Accordingly, you receive a call from him in your phone, âMy love, I just read your note. Please do correct me if I am wrong, but are you outside in pursuit of things for my birthday celebration right now?â âOh crap, yup, itâll just take a little while till Iâm back so PLEASE donât worry too long, oh and by the way, happy Valentineâs Day! Pretty much in the name, haha you get itâŠâ ââŠyes. Surprisingly enough, I do in fact âget itâ, please take care my love, you have no obligation to do this for me, but⊠I do love you very much.â âLove you too, V.â And you swiftly hang up the call, so guess you did get to hear his morning voice one way or another, huh?
As you walk down the street, you notice a place heâd love to go to. A classic moderately fancy restaurant, yes, but there was a stargazing trail right after. The sky wasnât polluted, and on top of that, you two would get to talk about things, things that come up and out of your mouth only in the latest hour of night. It was valentines too after all. And as if whatever god up there was just giving you idea prompts left right and center, there was an arcade there too! You picked up matching sonic and shadow plushies from the claw machine after numerous tries fueled only by petty entertainments and your dedication for your boyfriend. You rushed home straight into your and his room, reading texts that say he was going out quickly to âsettle some thingsâ and that heâd be back soon, and then directly go to putting together your Sonic and Shadow plushies to hold hands and crafting a sketchbook full of your memories together. Fuck, he was gonna love it. You were practically bouncing waiting for night to come and for him to get home. You had texted him your plans earlier on to his stern âThat sounds great, beloved. I will be punctual, so I assure you do not worry, I love you very much.â It was so obvious this guy reread his texts for professionalism, even when you two were almost husbands, basically.
The evening had finally set in, and a handsome alluring scent of oud and velvet covered the house. You had chosen a collared shirt and vest that suits you perfectly, and him the classic gold lined tux. You looked amazing, prominent shoulders making the shirt fit perfect, flowers hidden behind your back. White orchids and lavender hydrangeas, snowdrops mixed in. It smelled amazing. It smelled of anticipation too, though. You styles your hair perfectly, finishing up into your boots as V promptly opened the door. The exact time, too. His strong jaw and beautiful, long hair, piercing eyes, it was all so perfect. âYou look⊠painfully alluring, my love.â He looked so proud, genuinely eyes creasing, softening up at his precious boyfriend. He was enchanted. And he let you know that on the car ride there.
Before you enter the restaurant, you two both step out the car while he tries to reach for your door (whether he succeeds or not isâŠup to interpretation). You pull out the flowers from behind your back, eyes daring away from him and letting out an awkward laugh. âI got these for you, uh they all have meanings so you can look them up if youâd like, I donât wanna do anything too far.â âYou really are a gentleman arenât you dear. Itâs beautiful, almost as much as you are.â He takes the flowers and holds them and his hand to your back, cradling your face into a kiss and a look you can never forget. The date goes perfect, you say happy birthday to him, a vegan friends cake comes in as you also surprise him with chocolates, after his order of grilled cauliflower with winter pesto (I have no idea what this is I got this off an article) and you ordered something⊠pizza adjacent. You two laugh a lot, while youâre boiling with excitement towards the stargazing bit, you had everything planned out for him while he could sit back and relax⊠which was a decision you almost started to regret when you forced his card down and payed for everything yourself. At which you received a âI see you choose a path of rebellion?â He was ridiculously formal, maybe so much so he knew he was doing it to make you laugh. Those were the little things that meant a lot to the two of you.
After the first part of the date ends, and heâs ready to take you back by the hand to his car, you correct him that youâre still not done yet, you have other plans. Itâs his birthday after all! You two walk by the trees, the birds he makes comments on, telling you which ones he associates with you, and you replying which ones represent the two of you, a bit less educatedly. He halts in his steps with his hand in yours. âThe stars are beautiful, donât you think?â He smiles so fondly, itâs easy to forget the lives he took and how well he dual bearers the dagger. You lean your head on his shoulder, âitâs perfectâ suddenly he pulls back just a bit, a sweet giggle surprising you, âAtticus, had I known it was in you to plan this, maybe I wouldnât have payed such little thought to my birthdays.â So he does have a sense of humor, huh. âAfter all, it is another day I get to see you smile so much.â
You two sit down further down, you can see the constellations, everything. So beautiful, so perfect. Thatâs how he looks at the stars, the same way you look at him at that moment (and the same way he looked at you, tucking you into bed last night). âOh yeah, by the way, guess what I got!â You pull out your Sonic and Shadow plushies. Youâd watch it on your own until he payed a bit off attention and got very, very invested. He lied about not having too much interest in a childrenâs show, but you find him so eloquently cussing out Eggman in the room when you get back. Twenty eight year old guy, by the way. So, when he sees the gift his eyes just brighten up. His smile is subtle, wide and adoring, then he looks at you and his pupils expand even more. âIf only you knew how dear I hold this to my heart, I assure you to keep the Sonic one, it reminds me of yourself, sweetheart.â You deflect attention from your blushing face by giving him his other gift, the scrapbook of the memories made between you two. âOh Atticus,â his breathy voice was tainted with so much infatuation you could have melted right there. âOh my loveâŠâ for once, even the vigilante canât find himself the words (or so you think) and he goes into a slow, deep, deep handsy and secure kiss. He wraps his arms around you and you lean back, him going forward. âI love you. Youâve⊠blown my mind.â He smiles in your ear. You hug him once your done with the kiss, leaning away for a minute to process everything.
While you look away, you hear him say something. âI cannot let all the pampering you gave me at waste today, I guess it is imperative I return the favor.â You think heâs just being all sweet, until you hear something, something that sent chills down your spine and got your heart miss a beat, and then two. Before you look back, you hear a box being taken out, and him settling to his knees. You turn around and stand up, looking down at him. âNo way V.â âMy dear AtticusâŠâ he begins. You just stand there, speechless. âMy dear Atticus, when I had first met you, I hadnât known whatsoever how close youâd grow to my heart, how fondly my eyes would see you. I was dumb to be a skeptic, and the night you stood at the door so courageously, so noble holding out for me against the governmentâs force of infestation, I could have sworn I saw roses grow around you. You, you have the face I would have slept every night just to dream of waking up to you. Sometimes, I cannot even comprehend the fact you are there, in my arms, to the degree I feel Iâm dreaming. The heat of proximity, the devotion I feel when Iâm just so simply blessed to be around the same area as you is so heavenly, I do not know how to deal with myself at times. Youâre everything to me. If I were capable, Iâd take hell to this cruel world to keep a man so precious, so beloved to me, so honourable and lovable in my arms forever. The way you breathe, you exist, it blows my mind, and I feel my heart swell every time your voice becomes chipper. You have so much love in your heart, I will always be indebted to you for giving that love to me. I hold you so fondly to my soul, and I love you so much, you are..everything. And I promise I will ensure you never forget that or that the feeling never falters as long as your hand is mine to hold. So I say it again, Atticus, will you do me the honor of taking my hand in marriage?â You are absolutely shaking, even crying, maybe. You hold your hand out to him, so rough and mistreated by the past, as he slips on your finger a ring of a serene, safe promise of warmth, consistent sanctuary. And he holds you even tighter, because you just gave him that smile he adored. He gets up, still holding your hand and gracefully pressing it to his lips. âSo preciousâŠâ he uses his other hand to hold your shoulder and back into his arms, you two leaning into each other at the silence of breaths, tears, promises and the tranquil night. He holds up your dazed face to his as his eyes crinkle, trying to just take in all of you into his sight at once, brushing his hand desperately all over and through your face. His wide shoulders are walls of maturity and safety, pressing you into a slow kiss again as you breathe in his scent.
He will never be skipping a birthday again, not waking up next to you, that is.
