#Vinti

[elenachatnoir]

VinTi - a commission I did for a friend 🧡

[several-terrible-decisions]

In which Vincent and Tifa are in charge of finding one another's outfits for a wedding.

"Didn't do too badly, did we?"

"...Not at all."

From chapter 11 of Full Disclosure.

[pohem0101]

Halloween🎃🦇 illustration is completed ❗❗🎉

This is Vincent who wanted to say a lot of things like 'you're the cute one' and 'this hood should be worn by Tifa right now' but Tifa is too cute for words 💕🤭💕

[acnl-draws]

🎹Vinti piano duet🎄 A secret santa gift for @rosemochi 💗 Happy holidays everyone! Stay safe and warm out there also, as a bonus, here's the photos they have hanged on the wall! featuring cute moments from the AVALANCHE fam

[kleptodoodles]

A FF7 Secret Santa gift for @reeveapologist ! Merry VinTi-mas! ❤️

[yinza]

Some Vinti for @iamjessicajj!

I’m betting the other guy looks a lot worse...

[Image Description: Digital artwork of Vincent and Tifa, shown from the chest up. Tifa has a bloody nose and split lip, her bangs mussed, and she is glaring at something off-screen. Vincent has his back slightly towards the viewer, and his expression is more neutral, his brow faintly furrowed. He holds Tifa’s cheek in his claw as he lifts a cloth towards her face to clean the blood. /end ID]

[rosemochi]

Constant (FFVII, VinTi)

Chapter 12: Gelignite

He tilted his head towards her and saw Tifa blearily staring at the sky. “I’ve let a lot of people slip through my fingers,” she said quietly. “But not you. You never did. Even though I feared it. I feared it more than anything.” Vincent’s eyes met hers, lured by the sadness in her words. The truth came forward, unbidden, laid bare for them both to see. “I would have done anything to get you back.” Tifa’s chest went still. “Do—” She blinked rapidly. “Do you mean that?” The evidence was strewn around his room, shredded into jagged strips of white linen and black polyester. Sensing his answer, Tifa rubbed her thumb over his wrist, beneath his glove, as if searching for the starched cloth. “You’ll stay with me, won’t you?” she asked. “Until the end?” Vincent felt as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice, the chasm beneath holding the unknown. But for all of the nerves that tingled under his skin, the weight that constricted his chest, the nagging feeling that he was forgetting something important, something that formed the core of his being—he knew one thing: he would go to the ends of the Planet to protect Tifa Lockhart, because the sight of her in pain and distress was unacceptable to him.  “I will.”

(Read on AO3!)

[pensierodelgiornoblog]

“Nulla è per sempre perduto,

nulla è per sempre acquisito,

tutto è stato solo vissuto.

Non ci sono vincitori né vinti.

Non esiste il successo, non c’è fallimento.

C’è solo chi cammina,

c’è solo vita vissuta e da vivere,

Che scorre attraverso i passi.

È sempre il momento perfetto

Per finire,

Per iniziare,

Per cadere,

Per volare,

Per amare!

Per percorrere un sogno.

È sempre ora,

Il momento giusto

Per vivere.“

(Ada Luz Márquez)

[bouncymouse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tifa Lockhart/Vincent Valentine Characters: Tifa Lockhart, Vincent Valentine Additional Tags: Angst, Mild Smut Summary:

When your world feels like it's falling apart, it's the normal things that matter.

[unbiddenrhythm]

Excited to share my fic as part of this year's FFVII Creatives Rarepair Carnivale 2024: Beach Bash! Please enjoy some #VinTi with a dash of Tifa/Galian!

Summary:

The transformation shocked Tifa. As the man kneeling before her in a pile of thin, angular bones rent into a hulking mass of veiny muscle, a thrill of fear rippled through her. Who was this man—or beast?  

Notes:

For zincknife.

Written for the amazing zincknife as part o the FF7 Creatives Rarepair Bash! Heavily inspired by your art.

[several-terrible-decisions]

I will die on this lonely Valenhart hill

...Indulging myself yet again in a scene from my slowburn fic, 'Full Disclosure', on AO3

[pohem0101]

クロウマスタースーツヴィンセント&バハムートスーツティファ

It was very difficult to draw their costumes.

It's a blank canvas, but I'm going to complete it! (lol)

[kleptocos]

Happy Tifa Tuesday! ⚰️❤️🖤

ティファチューズデイ！というかヴィンティチューズデイ！

Some photos for @rosemochi inspired by her wonderful fics and contagious enthusiasm for VinTi!

If you’re interested in VinTi (and AerTi and other FF7 fics too!) check out Rose’s works here! archiveofourown.org/users/lireside

[djinmer4]

Weird FF7 Dream

So after the original FF7, instead of Sephiroth or Hojo being the one sticking around, it's Lucrecia. Of course, she's also trying to destroy the world, but it's to posthumously vindicate her theories on CHAOS and Omega. Cloud's mostly still recovering for Sephiroth possession (and the whole absorbing Zack's memories and thinking he was him), so Tifa is the one who takes charge of hunting down Lucrecia (also, maybe something about how her presence really wasn't helping Cloud sort himself out, so she needed something else to focus on).

Anyway, the whole chase starts by breaking into her cave behind the waterfall, destroying her crystal and burning her body (suggested and carried out by Vincent, who is now determined not to make the same mistake and actively try to protect the world rather than waiting). She then goes body surfing (at one point she possesses Rufus, causing the FF7 crew and the Turks to team up), and then a lot of taking over electronic equipment and trying to reactivate old Shinra projects to destroy the world. Oddly, not a lot of mutations though, despite being one of the characters most heavily infected by Jenova.

Ends with Tifa finding her last ROM, destroying any means she has of transferring herself away, then dropping the Lucrecia smartphone into the Mako spring at Nibelheim where Aeris forcibly dissolves her into the Lifestream. One last conversation where Aeris and Tifa talk (something something, Aeris asks her to tell Cloud she's sorry, but she's got Zack waiting for her on the other side and won't be appearing again). They hug and then Aeris also dissolves away.

For some reason the dream was mostly focusing on the friendship between Aeris and Tifa working together to hunt down Lucrecia, but there was a lot of Vincent also supporting Tifa and a growing romantic between the two of them as well.

[runicmagitek]

A Tempo (Tifa/Vincent - Final Fantasy VII)

(( a little secret santa fic I did, featuring fluffy winter vibes 🥰 ))

Snowflakes drifted in the air. Pristine lampposts flickered on, no longer powered by mako or Shinra. Vincent stood on the barren street and scanned the settlement that lingered between Kalm and Midgar’s ruins.

So the survivors truly banded together and built something new to call their own. His nostrils flared as he huffed. Maybe he should’ve stayed all those years ago, but... well, it was different, then.

Shadows of guilt and shame had loomed over Vincent and compelled him to flee. A former killer turned science experiment had no place in restoring what was lost. He was forever a monster, before and after the incident. But that was also in another life; Vincent shrugged off those self-imposed burdens several years after Meteorfall. Maybe wandering the world and not fighting against the apocalypse did some good for his hollow heart.

It was how he discovered an advertisement in a dive bar at Corel, showcasing a newly built tavern in a town called Haven—how he rediscovered her, to be honest.

[read more on AO3]

[rosemochi]

Redamancy: Chapter 2 (FFVII, VinTi vampire AU)

Whatever small thrill Tifa might’ve gotten from their meeting is long extinguished by the time they leave the basement. Vincent’s eyes bore into hers with an intensity that borders on awkwardness, and his attention isn’t broken until Yuffie speaks up and asks him what his deal is. His answer—Shinra, Jenova Project, Lucrecia—are lost in the drum beat of Tifa’s half-dead heart, springing back to life as if she hadn’t spent the past few years subsisting off of crumbs. Only one word breaks through the deluge—Turks—and it immediately summons images of Reno’s exsanguinated corpse, rotting in one of Midgar’s many sewers. When Vincent’s eyes find hers once more, Tifa looks away, lest he somehow read her thoughts and discover her many, many sins.  They move to leave without him. Relieved, Tifa turns her back to him—and stumbles when he speaks up. He’s changed his mind for whatever reason, and she’s made to suffer the intolerable feeling of a shiver crawling endlessly up her spine as they make their way back to the surface, up the staircase, his ridiculous metal boots clanking heavily on the stone steps.  Of course, she might just be losing it. This isn’t the first time she’s doubted her reality. By the time they’ve made camp—outside of Nibelheim, because neither she nor Cloud are particularly keen on staying—she’s convinced herself that her unease is simply a figment of her imagination, and that Vincent is taking no interest in her at all. But every step of her well-rehearsed routine—taking a non-perishable item out of the food bag for dinner, ‘eating’ it in private, hiding the unopened item in her backpack to dispose of later—is suddenly called into question. Everybody else ignores her strange habits, but will he? Is he even paying attention? Why does she get the strangest feeling that he’s watching her? Their next stop is the Gold Saucer. The minute she and Aerith are alone in their hotel room, the question spills out of Tifa’s mouth. “What do you think of our new teammate?” “Who? The vam—” Aerith bites her lip. “Sorry.”

(Read on AO3!)