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Vincent Valentine-Coat of the Worthy Concept Art

Vincent Valentine Week returns October 13-20, 2025 to celebrate Vincent's 75th!

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Who else is excited for Vincent in the 1.5 year anniversary of Ever Crisis?

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AO3: [read the fic here!]

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rated T, 3032 words

@vincentvalentineweek Part One comes to a close with Day 8's (delayed) prompts of 'iridescent/drip,' as one exec's drunken decision to bend the rules works out in Vincent and Reilena's favor, finally bringing the two together for the first time~

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What an amazing 8 days it's been! I am truly blown away by all the amazing Vincent artwork and fics created for this week and sincerely thank everyone who created, shared and reblogged for this event. You're the ones who make this possible! We will be back for the second Vincent Valentine Week in October to celebrate Vincent's 75th birthday, prompts will be released around summer ❤️

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Final day of Vincent Valentine week and day 14 of Febuwhump! I made it through all of Vincent Valentine week~

Becoming the Monster/Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip.

How long did it take him to realize this was his blood? That the drip-drip-drip pattering sound was coming from him, from the places his skin split, from the places he warped and reshaped and bent. No, that was him screaming. That was his voice, his vocal chords stretching around a throat too long to fit. A body that was no longer his.

Drip. Drip. Drip. dripdripdripdripdrip

Claws scrabbled at the coarse stone floor, he didn’t recognize them. He didn’t recognize himself. He didn’t recognize the ichor thick black blood puddling on the floor, splashing back against his face. The face that stretched apart to fit new teeth, sharp, hungry. He was changing. Everything was changing. And the way it peeled apart inside of him and out, splayed him raw and open like a single nerve, alight with pain. His back ripped open down the center, his body curled in on itself, like he could resist the change.

But there was no resisting this. There was no fighting the monster that was breaking out of him. The monster that he was. That lived inside of him, that itched under his skin. That they had made him. He screamed, he howled, the voice of the monster. The thoughts, the hurt of the monster. Nothing left of Vincent.

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Day 8: Iridescent

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Rushed last prompt as I didn't have much time....

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Don’t forget to hug your Valentine today !

For @vincentvalentineweek Day 8 : Love

(It’s a redraw of an old piece, I wanted to participate a little bit)

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For @vincentvalentineweek Day 8: Drip!

From EVOCATION, an utterly batshit Vin/Tifa extravaganza.

Many thanks to the festival organizers! ❤️🙏☺️

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Sadly, today is the final day of the first Vincent Valentine Week of 2025! Today's prompts are Love/Iridescent/Drip! Make sure to tag to be featured!

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Forgot to post this one last night!! Sorry!!

Febuwhump Day 12 Vincent Valentine Week Day 6

Used as Practice/Sharp- Read this one with caution it’s about autopsies

A Y-Incision down the chest, opening the abdomen. Down the chest, avoiding the open hole where he had been shot. The scalpel had to be sharp, to work through the skin as it did. It parted, showed the damage that had been done to the ribcage and to the heart. Peel him apart. Take the scalpel, sharp, peel back the layers.

Was the body aware of any of this? Perhaps. Teetering between life and death, the heart replaced with something new, too damaged to save. He may be aware of the scalpel, peeling away more, testing at his arm. The left arm could not be saved either. But they would make a weapon of him. Something new. They could defeat death.

They didn’t have to worry so much about saving the man inside. And if this didn’t work, well, there would always be another. Could always be another. The Turk might just be practice. They could try again. Request another bodyguard, after all, accidents happened in the Nibel Mountains. Sometimes deadly. It would make sense someone was lost out here. And it would make sense they needed a new bodyguard.

Another incision, another test. Did he even know what they were making of him?

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Febuwhump Day 13, Vincent Valentine Week Day 6

"I don't Trust Anyone Else"/Promise (This one is VinVeld if you squint)

His new recruit was small, quiet. Skinny and pale and focused, he barely spoke, but Veld didn’t mind that. He was a reliable partner to have. A good shot, smart, kept to the job. Vincent Valentine would make a good Turk, and Veld would call himself proud to have trained him.

At least, that’s how it was for the first six months. Vincent was reliable, quiet, focused. He did what was asked of him, worked alongside Veld like he had never done anything else. Like this was all he knew. That single minded, quiet, intensity. Those beautiful mahogany eyes. It wasn’t sustainable. It lasted six months. It lasted until he took his first life. He made an admirable attempt, getting back to their shared, standard issue apartment with the same cold expression he had always worn. He walked to the small kitchen, poured himself a whiskey. Was he too young for it? Sure, but that had never stopped a Turk. Drank it, poured another, immediately. It was on the third that Veld realized Vincent’s hands were shaking. 

“Hey. Talk to me.” “I killed a man.” “Yeah, we all do. It happens. But I understand, your first is always hard.” He placed his hand over Vincent’s glass, pushed it back down before he can have a third drink. He didn’t need to be destroying himself over it. Assassination missions were going to be a part of the job. And Vincent was good at them. “But I’ll be here for you, when these missions come up.”

“Promise?” “I promise, of course I promise.”

“I don’t trust anyone else here. Not to hold me together.” And Vincent let Veld take his slight weight, let the older man wrap his arms around him. Rub his back. Let him mourn, for what he had become.

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Day 7: Velvet/Red

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For @vincentvalentineweek Day 7: Red!

From Human After All, where Vincent and Reeve go to a rave.

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Today is the Seventh and penultimate day of the first Vincent Valentine Week of 2025! Today's prompts are Velvet/Red/Promise , make sure to tag to be featured!

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Heart.

For Vincent Valentine week 02/12

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From The Man Comes Around, where two guilty dudes listen to Johnny Cash in a cave. Challenge: everyone read more Barret fics (not just mine)! He's so great

For @vincentvalentineweek Day 6: Heart!

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AO3 link: [read the fic here!]

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Day 5's 'snow/date' and Day 6's 'candle/heart' prompts covered here for @vincentvalentineweek - Vincent dealing with a rather bold come-on, and taking a break to talk with a friend and remember happier memories with another to get his spirits up until he sees her again ♥