#vinveld

[sonnynewts]

in honor of mr valentine’s day: sketch screenshot i didn’t finish ages ago in case i don’t finish sketch i started last night 🤲towels him

[insulindian-phasmid]

Vin and Veld for @ffviirarepairweek!

From Discreet Music, where Vincent tries to leave the Turks. Guess how well that goes

[getvalentined]

Starting in 2011, I had this DAO/FF7 crossover AU RP with a friend that we played with periodically in various iterations over the course of like ten years. I don't RP with them anymore, but I do sometimes get nostalgic for Grey Warden Somniari Vincent and Old God Baby Maleficar Veld. Sigh.

[medievalfantasyqueen]

On long missions in Gongaga, Veld of the Turks decides to bring his new partner, Vincent Valentine, out on an adventure.

[moostelid]

Prompt:

Tseng is in hell.

Not only is his mentor much younger than he’s supposed to be, but he somehow managed to drag his presumed dead (emphasis on dead; this man should dead) partner back with him.

Shoved into a director’s position until the matter is solved, Tseng has to deal with his boss wreaking havoc.

He had thought reigning in Rude and Reno was troublesome, but these two are just pure nightmare fuel.

It also doesn’t help that Valentine seems to have come back wrong. (Surely Veld would have mentioned if his partner had always been a shape-shifting vampire thing—right?)

OR:

Vincent is a time traveler and Veld has been de-aged by at least 20 years. It’s Hojo’s fault, and they’ve decided to make it everyone else’s problem.

[the-bar-sinister]

Snippet Saturday

Tagged by the lovely @crownofstardustandbone and I decided to take the opportunity to give a sneak peak at the unrevealed FF7 project we've been working on.

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1978

Veld was sipping coffee and reviewing security reports when he got the call from his partner to come down to the lab. He didn't like leaving the task undone, but he also didn't like the anxious tone in his usually unflappable partner's voice, either.

So he straightened his tie and he headed down to the labs, hoping their boss wouldn't be too annoyed with late incident reports.

When he arrived at the lab he was welcomed by the sharp and metallic tang of blood in the air and the sound of Lucrecia attempting to catch her breath between sobs. She was there, wrapped in Vincent's arms as he held her tight with a panicked look in his deep, dark eyes. Shaking and tear-streaked, she kept stammering about 'an accident'. Veld didn't need a great deal of instinct to tell that something was very wrong, but somehow his intuition was screaming at him anyway, so much that it felt like the floor rocked under his feet when he saw Lucrecia there, tear-streaked in Vincent's embrace. It was like the fabric of the world had shifted.

He set his jaw, and addressed Vincent.

"What happened?" Lucrecia twitched in Vincent's arms, trying to point towards the Shinra Manor's lab as she took another hiccuping breath. Vincent held up his hand to calm her and answered instead with a sharp intake of breath. "Professor Hojo's dead. Take a look for yourself." 

That explained the smell of blood in the air. Veld could just about recognize the arm– the rest of the remains would need work to identify, though it was clear it was Hojo.

His jaw tightened further and his gaze flicked from his partner, to the young, frightened scientist. He knew that Vincent had feelings for her. He knew that she was pregnant. He knew that Hojo was at the very least apparently the father.

That was where his knowledge ended and his speculation began.

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Tagging a couple of mutuals and consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to share!

@bardic-tales @watermeezer @minu-moni @louthegreatfurrry @evilwriter37

[paarsetulpens-art]

I think they would make a very sweet family.

[aftepes]

So I am combining Vincent Valentine Week with Febuwhump this week, and somehow I've managed to make all the prompts merge together. Somehow. Go me?

Day 7/Day 1: Alternate Timeline Self/Kiss (this one is VinVeld)

In another world, he hadn’t left. In another world, Veld still held him, Veld still loved him. In another world. One where he wasn’t bleeding out on the floor of the Shinra Manor, where he hadn’t fallen into this all. Seen what they were making. Loved, or thought he had. No, this wasn’t for love. He had been told to protect her, and that was what he was doing. Vincent just wanted to move on, make Veld hurt for the way they had fought. The harsh words they had snapped at each other that had gotten Vincent sent to Nibelheim in the first place. 

In another world, he would have stayed. Apologized. He would have insisted he could stay. He should stay, they should stay. They were worth the fight. In another world, Veld agreed, despite the stress of leadership forced on him too soon, he took Vincent back. And he promised they wouldn’t part. They would love. And continue to love. Despite the hardships, despite the pain, the love was worth it, in this other world. The one where he wasn’t dying. 

In another world, the second bedroom in the standard Shinra issued apartment still went unused. Filled with spare parts and bookshelves, the bed a mess of discarded jackets and bits and bobs tossed aside to find later. In this world they only needed the one bed, couldn’t bear to be apart from each other even one night. In this world they still had that, those slow, lazy mornings while they sun came up, tangled under the sheets, tangled up in lazy kisses. Delaying the inevitable rise, suits and missions and bloodshed. Delaying Veld’s ascension to Director as long as they could. Like they knew it would be the thing that broke them. That left him dead and Veld hollow.

In another world, he wasn’t dying. In another world, he got to say goodbye. In another world, he made it home to apologize and apologize and apologize and Veld held him, kissed his hair, his cheeks, his lips. Kissed him like he meant it.