#valenvaef

[lordbhreanna]

Sometimes I just think about Them again and 🗑️🔥💕

[ohlookapan]

Pan's RE Character/ship Playlist Masterpost!

All my Resident Evil character/ship playlists will be listed here! They'll be updated pretty regularly, and any new ones will be added here! Any and all suggestions for characters to make playlists for or songs for them are welcome! I'm addicted to making these tbh.

Playlists (w/links):

Alpha 🐺 (Chris Redfield)

Heaven Made 🏍♥️ (Claire Redfield)

Supercop 💙 (Jill Valentine)

Romeo ❤️‍🔥 (Carlos Oliveira)

Silver Wolf 🐺 (Nicholai Ginovaef/Nikolai Zinoviev)

Romeo & Jilliet 💚💙 (Carlos/Jill (Valeveira))

Beats for Bleeding Hearts 🩸❤️ (Nicholai/Jill (Valenvaef))

The Cat and The Canary 🐈‍⬛🐤 (Carlos Oliveira/Ada Wong)

Ms. Wong 💋🧸 (Ada Wong)

Baby Eagle 🕊 (Ashley Graham)

Gallant Knight & Princess Fair 🦅🐭 (Leon Kennedy/Ashley Graham)

Winterboy ❄️ (Ethan Winters)

Bat Lord 🦇🩸(Lady Alcina Dimitrescu)

Black Roses 🖤🥀 (Bela, Cassandra, & Daniela Dimitrescu)

Dark Weaver 🖤🪡 (Donna Beneviento)

Fish King 🐟👑 (Salvatore Moreau)

Iron Horse ⚙️🐴 (Karl Heisenberg)

Mother 🐦‍⬛💛 (Mother Miranda)

Shrooms & Steeds 🍄🐴 (Ethan Winters/Karl Heisenberg (Wintersberg))

Prodigal Daughter 🔦🗝 (Grace Ashcroft)

[b3autyinth3eye]

ok so. 

After a couple of years that my unfocused ass was all over the place, I returned to one of my favorite ships, Valenvaef (ValentinexNicholai) and like...there was this series of oneshot, all disconnected but so good, and I didn’t find them before? Like why? So if you like this couple too, please check this out, totally deserve it and the author deserves more love. 

This fanart is of the last story, but I’d start by the beginning ;)

“Infected” by HelsingLee

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1709857

[tipanot]

The most incredible things are pineapple shirts. (Stop annoying her silver trash) :/

Inspired by this post and from nikki’s (jill’s VA) part 2 stream where neil (nich’s VA) is wearing that iconic shirt 

[jenz846]

Thanks to @lordbhreanna for inspiring this edit 😊

[sick-raven]

My favourite thing about Jill/Nicholai dynamic can be summed up by the scene on the train when Nemesis appears to destroy everything.

Jill runs straight at him.

Nicholai backs the hell up.

I think that’s the gist of it. Jill will always be more confrontational and Nicholai will know when to stop (mostly when someone else has an upper hand).

[imahungrynacho]

A Rendered Version of the earlier fan sketch I had done of Valenvaef! Can’t say much about the coloring, never been my strong suit BUUUUUUt the poses and lineart is rocking everything so I forgive myself~

The gold hotel background if from the Venetian in Las Vegas. it felt like the most in-your-face, grandiose gold hotel lobby I could find and it works. Don’t tell me otherwise! Wanted it to be more sketchy like but CPSP unfortunately does not have as much rendered textures as PS and that I will concede defeat, so enjoy some blur effects. 😁

For @lordbhreanna, find her Resident Evil Series with these two on AO3 here and leave a bunch of comments, kudos and please fall in love with Valenvaef as I have! ^^

[viktor-noctis]

Pure

Find Part 2 of the Valenvaef (Jill Valentine x Nicholai Ginovaef) Infection Series here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23737729

Teaser from Ao3:

 It wasn't even the mansion that did it. She'd been so focused on surviving, maintaining her guard, reserving her ammunition, and deciding within seconds on whether to fight or run. She hadn't had a cliche moment, wondering if she should proposition Chris, or hell, even Wesker. If anything, physical contact was just another thing that had been stolen from her. Every brush of an elbow on the subway, the hand that grazed hers when she got her morning coffee, or taps of bare skin on hers while she strolled down the street. All forms of touch drew a shudder to her shoulders, bumps breaking out across her arms and the back of her neck. She started wearing jackets. She hadn't so much as looked at any of her favorite tops or skirts since the Mansion.

 Intimacy seemed impossible. But alcohol had a funny way of messing with one's perception. Another excuse, another lie. She was only halfway through her first bottle. Cold sweat beaded off the amber, curling down her knuckles as she stared at the wall. People chatted and milled around her. Her therapist said it would be good for her to get out around people, to get used to them again. The living ones, anyway. No one spoke to her though, no guys had come along to chat her up yet, but the night was young...

     And full of monsters. Jill raised her beer, pausing when the warm edge touched her lips. Something burned along her nape. Her brow creased, hand falling as she narrowed her gaze. She knew eyes when she felt them.

 His were pale. She couldn't tell the shade, under the neon glow overhead, the blood-red light echoed through his hair. Silver? He didn't look that old. She would have placed him somewhere in his thirties, probably closer to the middle. He had a strong jaw, with cheekbones to match, and an angular nose. He was all sharp edges, the tendons of his neck striking out from the blackness caused by the intense florescent glare. One of his legs extended onto the floor, while the other was drawn up by his knee. He was stretched out like a cat, one arm casually thrown over the back of his chair, while the other nursed a bottle. Looked like he'd had about five, onto his sixth. All black. From his undoubtedly steel-toed boots, his cargo pants, t-shirt, all the way up to his coat. The inside was fuzzy though, white fleece, with a collar that curled out.

 He looked like the man every woman's mother warned her about.