#valenwind fanfic

[jaylestial]

“Cid.” He reaches to hold the others cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb over his lips in a gesture to quiet him down.

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I've written a sweet little fic for Vincent and Cid and I felt I needed to draw one of the scenes from the end of chapter 2 uwu

Here's the link if you wanna read it!

[aelkurai-art]

“You look beautiful,” he said. But it's just a dream, an illusion. But in this dream, I don't have any scars. no monsters in my head, no sins to atone for. In this dream, I have the right to be loved...

[venusxblue]

I like how Valenwind nation collectively agreed that Vincent calling Cid "Chief" is hot and canon

[234am]

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Oracle Aeterna ch15 - FFXV - Ravus/Ignis, rated E - here (extra CW for vomiting and illness in this chapter)

valley of the thousand leaves - FFVII - Cid/Vincent, rated M - here

Desires of the Transient - VHD/CV - Joachim/Twin D, rated E - here

[aelkurai]

That's it! I'm finally starting to publish this fanfiction! As noted in the notes, English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. It was originally written in French, so if you are French-speaking, I encourage you to read it in this version. Don't hesitate to give me your opinion, enjoy reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56133391/chapters/142586716

[adnehellena]

WIP WEDNESDAY - On the next chapter of Laying Down My Armour...

(because I can and I don't want to suffer alone)

“Since when do I need permission to hug my own son?” 

“Since you fucking left him.” Vincent pulled himself away from his father's arms, turning to face him as his voice went back to its normal low tone. 

Grimoire let the younger go with a curious, analytical glimpse. “Son, your eyes… It changed its color.” 

Vincent nodded, unnatural yellow irises focusing on Grimoire again. He looked at his father for a very, very long time, thinking about ignoring that comment. But keeping everything inside was the main reason he was so hurt, wasn't it? The whole meaning of bringing his father here was for Vincent to finally face him and say everything he wasn't able to say while Grimoire was alive. He clicked his tongue, “It happens. It's Chaos.” 

Grimoire blinked, frowning at Vincent's nonchalance. It couldn’t be. “Chaos? Do you mean like-”

“The planetary WEAPON. More like a God-like creature, in fact.” Vincent pouted, purposely dismissing his father's shock. “See, you were completely wrong in your research, professor. How blasphemous!” He doubled himself a litttle, getting closer to the older man and mocking-whispering like what he was saying next was a secret, “But you know, there's more to him. He's also a better parent than you.” 

[rocket--town]

The wind was bitter at the Northern Crater. 

It was a bit of a stupid observation to make, but it was all Cid could think about as he yanked his scarf further up around his neck. Even with gloves on, his hands felt stiff, far too stiff even to reach for a cigarette. Which was a good thing, too, considering the pack he had was already close to empty.

If they were heading into the Crater tomorrow, he would need them far more then.

The night before they head into the Northern Crater, Cid can't sleep.

Neither can Vincent.

[sephirthoughts]

Vincent Got a Phone

Chapter 2: The Plot Chickens

Summary: Tifa and Yuffie jump to several conclusions, Vincent tries flirting, with mixed results, Cid sustains an injury, and Cloud wants everyone to mind their own business.

THEY’LL GET AROUND TO FUCKING I SWEAR

Chapter 2: The Plot Chickens

“Mr. Valentine, are you ok?”

Vincent receded into his cloak and pressed his back even more tightly against the wall. “Yes.”

“Well then, why are you standing way over there?” Aerith asked. “There’s a chair, right here.”

“Ms. Gainsborough, this is a lady’s bedroom,” he answered indignantly. “I shouldn’t even be in here. I can’t just go over there. What if I were to see indecent…lady things?”

Aerith looked puzzled. “What are indecent lady things?”

“I have no idea, and no intention of finding out. Hence, this is as far as I go.” He drew a line in the air with his gold gauntlet. “Right here.”

“It’s just a hotel room, it’s not really all that private. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I guess we can go somewhere else,” Aerith offered.

“Where?”

“There’s a cute café around the corner. And it’s nice today, so we can sit outside.”

“I hate cute cafes. And being outside,” Vincent said dolefully. “Very well, let’s go there.”

The two had just exited the room, headed for the aforementioned café, when Tifa and Yuffie, who happened to be returning from shopping, came up the walk, from the opposite direction, a few meters behind them.

Tifa blinked. “Was that…Aerith and Mr. Valentine?”

Yuffie made a face. “Were they…coming out of her room?”

Tifa blinked again. “Together?”

Yuffie’s face intensified. “You think they—”

“No! No way!” Tifa interrupted, with a strained laugh. “Absolutely not, are you kidding? He’s…and she’s…not to mention the monster thing! She…she wouldn’t. Would she?”

“You want me to answer that honestly?”

“No!! I mean, seriously. Ha. Ha ha. There’s some reasonable explanation for it, I’m sure. Besides, Aeri’s a grown woman, who can take care of herself. We’ll just trust her judgment, and if she has something to tell us, she will.”

“You’re right,” Yuffie nodded. “We should definitely spy on them.”

“If we drop all our bags off in my room, we can still follow them before they get too far. Go, go, go.”

Fifteen minutes later, behind a cart full of flowers and potted plants, in the market square:

“What are they doing? I can’t see,” Yuffie complained.

“They’re just sitting there,” Tifa said, poking her head out from behind a pot of orchids.

“At a table?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, in a tree. Of course at a table!”

“Is Mr. Valentine asleep?”

“Uh…I can’t tell.”

“Well, did they order anything?”

“How should I know? Why are you so annoying?!”

“If you’d move your huge butt over so I could see too, I wouldn’t have to keep asking you what’s happening!” Yuffie said, giving her a shove.

“My butt is not huge! It’s toned!” Tifa rejoined, shoving her back. “Now, will you please shut up? I’m trying to figure out what they’re saying!”

“We’re all the way across the street, idiot. There’s no way you could hear them from here.”

“Yeah, but if someone would stop talking, so I could concentrate, I might be able to read their lips.”

“You know how to lipread?”

“I mean…how hard can it be?”

“What are you two doing?” said a voice, behind them.

Startled out of their skin, the two leapt up with a yelp, during which process Tifa jostled the orchid pot, causing it to fall with a loud crash. A few passersby glanced over curiously, and the owner of the stand put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Cloud said to her. “We’ll pay for that.”

“You should pay for it, you’re the one who scared the shit out of us,” Tifa groused, as she handed over the money. “Why are you sneaking up on people?”

“I was just walking by. You two are the ones hiding behind a flower stand. What are you doing here?”

Yuffie crossed her arms. “Tch. Nothing. Definitely not spying on anyone. What are you doing here?”

Cloud crossed his arms, right back. “Also nothing. Taking a walk. Sometimes I like to…walk.”

“Walk, huh? Sounds pretty suspicious, if you ask me.”

“More suspicious than you two lurking in shrubberies like slapstick thieves?”

“Hey, Cloud, since you’re here, can I ask you something?” Tifa cut in, before the argument could get any stupider.

He sighed. “It’s not about my hair again, is it?”

“No, but I still have questions about that. I wanted to pose a hypothetical and get your opinion. So…say I had a friend, and I found out they were secretly seeing someone who was really not good for them. Like, super bad news, totally incompatible, just the worst for each other. To the point that I was even worried my friend might wind up getting seriously hurt by that person. What should I do?”

Cloud’s face lost half its color. “How did—uh. How do you know. That your friend is seeing a person like that? Maybe they’re just…taking time to do some self-care, or something. People have a right to live their lives without being attached to their friends at the hip, all the time.”

“Huh? No, I mean, if I knew for sure that my friend was seeing someone bad for them. Like, I saw them together, and everything.”

Cloud’s face lost the remaining half of its color. “Y—you saw them together? When? How?”

“It’s just a hypothetical, why are you being so weird?” Yuffie said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“It’s a weirdly specific hypothetical!” Cloud defended. “You know, maybe the real problem is that this group has gotten a little too close. Maybe we should all try minding our own business, for a change.”

Tifa tilted her head to the side. “Um…”

“You asked for my advice, and that’s my advice,” Cloud declared. “We all mind our own business, from now on, and not worry about what everyone else is or isn’t doing, with whatever mysterious, hypothetical, totally not real person. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go mind my own business.”

With that, he strode off down the street, leaving the other two staring after him in perplexity.

“Is there a full moon, or something?” Yuffie asked. “Everyone’s acting nutso.”

“Oh no! Where’d they go!” Tifa exclaimed, as she looked back toward the café, and found Aerith and Vincent were nowhere to be seen. “I can’t believe we lost them. Stupid Cloud and his stupid hair.”

“Well, the good news is, they can’t dodge us forever. I mean, we do know where they live.”

VValentine: mission aborted. circumstances unfavorable.

✿FlowerGal✿: what’s going on? he was supposed to be working on the plane by himself all day

VValentine: he is working on the plane. but he is doing so whilst not fully clothed.

✿FlowerGal✿: ooh not fully clothed how?

VValentine: he is not wearing a shirt. not even an undershirt!

✿FlowerGal✿: omfg get pics!!!!

VValentine: absolutely not.

✿FlowerGal✿: boo you suck

✿FlowerGal✿: seriously though what’s the big deal? men go shirtless all the time. cloud wears nothing but his surf shorts for days sometimes

VValentine: cloud is a child. cid is a grown man. it is not the same thing.

✿FlowerGal✿: bet he’s ripped though right?

VValentine: no idea what that means.

✿FlowerGal✿: it means he’s got muscles

VValentine: oh. then yes he is exceptionally ripped.

VValentine: curses he saw me. now he’s calling me over. taking evasive action.

✿FlowerGal✿: no no! that’d be weird! you have to act natural around him, remember?

✿FlowerGal✿: just talk to him, like you would normally

VValentine: i wouldn’t talk, normally.

✿FlowerGal✿: you can do it! i believe in you!

When Vincent reluctantly approached the aircraft, Cid was up on a step ladder, doing something inside an open panel, full of complicated looking mechanical parts. His skin was glistening with sweat, in the sun, golden-tanned, darker than the patch of curly blonde hair on his chest.

He wasn’t tall, but his torso was compact and well-built, with the hard, sinewy muscles that come from heavy labor and fist fighting, and his square jaw always had a good layer of scruffy stubble. Cid was pretty much everything Vincent had always considered to be the masculine ideal, and which he could never hope to attain, with his naturally long, slender frame, death-white skin, and hereditary inability to grow facial or body hair.

He was even further from that ideal, now, with the hideous scars and disfigured torso. And of course, his much uglier, demonic forms. The thought of his own monstrosity made him want to turn and run away, bury himself in his coffin and attempt to forget he'd ever met this beautiful, vibrant person. But he was already standing in front of him, and there was no escape, now.

“Hey Vinnie,” Cid said affably, mopping his brow with a bandana, which he then replaced in his back pocket. “Didn’t come all the way out here just to see little ol’ me, did ya?”

[Tip 7: Don’t be too obvious. Make it look like you’ve run into him by chance.]

Vincent crossed his arms. “No. I…happened to be passing by.”

Cid squinted. “You happened to be passin’ by the airfield?”

“Yes.”

“Uh. Well, ok. Hey, could ya grab that red toolbox for me? It’s by the wheel, over there.”

Vincent went and retrieved the toolbox, as requested. [Tip 29: Try dropping something near him, so he’ll pick it up for you.] Looking Cid directly in the eye [Tip 2: Remember, eye-contact is key!], he extended his arm and dropped the metal toolbox on the ground, with a loud clatter, between himself and the understandably bewildered Cid.

“If you didn’t wanna do it you coulda just said so,” Cid laughed uneasily, as he hopped down from the ladder to pick it up, eyeing Vincent as if he were a bomb that might suddenly go off.

Vincent’s black eyebrows furrowed. Hm. He must’ve done it wrong. Cid picked up the object, as intended, but he was visibly startled. Unless startling him was the purpose, and he’d misunderstood. He should ask Aerith for clarification, before he proceeded.

“I have something to do. Goodbye,” he said, and walked away, leaving Cid staring after his billowing scarlet cloak, utterly at a loss.

From his perspective, Vincent had appeared suddenly, spoken a few brusque words, thrown his toolbox on the ground, then scowled at him and gone off in a huff.

“Well, shit,” he muttered, as he stuck a cigarette in his mouth. “What’d I do to piss Vinnie off?”

“Aeri-chan!” Tifa called out cheerfully, the next day, around lunch time. “Yuffie and I are going to try out that café in the square. You want to come?”

“Hm?” Aerith said distractedly, as she typed something on her phone, then looked up. “Oh, sorry. I can’t, today. I have plans.”

“What do you mean, plans?” Tifa pretended to pout. “What’s more important than lunch with your besties?”

“Ms. Gainsborough,” said a very deep voice, behind Tifa and Yuffie, giving them both a jolt, yet again (only this time, no innocent flowerpots were bystanding, to become casualties).

“Vincent, there you are,” Aerith said, stepping past her stupefied companions. “I told you, just call me Aerith. Bye Yuff, bye Ti, see you later!”

Just like that, the tall-dark-and-vampire-coded man walked off with their friend.

“Ok, ok, ok, no need to panic,” Tifa said, when the subjects of their investigation were out of earshot.

“Do I look like I’m panicking?” Yuffie retorted.

“They’re already to the point of flaunting their sordid affair, in public, Yuffie! I think a little panicking is warranted!”

Yuffie threw her hands up in exasperation. “You just said there was no need to panic! Are you using drugs? Is this one of the signs of drug abuse?”

“You know what we need?”

“I’m starting to think therapy.”

“We need an ally.”

“Huh?”

“Trying to talk to Aeri about this won’t do any good,” Tifa reasoned. “We both know how stubborn she can be, when she’s set her mind to something.”

“You’re too scared to face her head-on. Got it.”

“But Mr. Valentine might be made to see reason.”

“Ok, well, have fun with that,” Yuffie snorted. “No fucking way am I talking to that psycho about his love life.”

“I didn’t mean us, are you kidding? He’s almost as scary as Aerith! Besides, I doubt he’d listen to a couple of girls. But, if we got another guy on our side, and got him to talk to him…”

“Cloud and Cid are the only other guys we have, since Barrett’s not here.”

“Cid and Mr. Valentine are pretty good friends, right? They’re together basically all the time. I think he’d be the most likely to get through to him.”

“Sure. If he doesn’t just tell us to fuck off and mind our own business.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because this is none of our business?”

“That's ridiculous, when has that ever stopped us?”

“Literally never.”

“Exactly. Now, let's go enlist a fellow meddler.”

[Tip 46: Cross paths with him, and *accidentally* brush your shoulder gently against his, while walking past him.]

VValentine: executed tip number 46. mission failure.

✿FlowerGal✿: oh no what went wrong this time?

VValentine: i have a difficult time judging the strength of regular humans. i may have slightly miscalculated.

✿FlowerGal✿: miscalculated how badly?

VValentine: his arm isn’t broken, but the shoulder was dislocated.

VValentine: the doctor put the arm in a sling. they say he’ll be fine in a couple of weeks.

✿FlowerGal✿: oh boy

✿FlowerGal✿: is he pretty upset?

VValentine: he left as soon as the hospital released him, and he refused my offer to help. i think i frightened him.

✿FlowerGal✿: looks like we’ll have to do some emergency damage control. meet me outside my room in 20. we’ll talk strategy

“Cid, wait up! We’ve been looking for you!” Tifa called out, then her smile changed to a look of concern. “Oh no, you’re hurt! What happened to your arm?”

“This? I, uh…walked into a wall,” Cid said vaguely. “You ladies need somethin’?”

Yuffie snorted with laughter. “From a guy dumb enough to walk into a wall? Maybe not.”

“She’s joking, ignore her,” Tifa interposed, elbowing her aside. “There’s a little problem we wanted to ask for your help with.”

“Sure, if it don’t call for any heavy lifting.”

“Oh, nothing like that. It’s about Mr. Valentine. We thought you were the person to talk to, since you guys are friends.”

“Yeah, I’d say we’re friends. Least, I think we are. What about him?”

“Have you noticed him, like…acting strange, lately? More than usual, I mean.”

“Now ya mention it, I have, kinda,” Cid said, scratching his stubbly chin. “Usually, he follows me wherever I go. He don’t talk much—he mostly just hangs around glarin’ at the floor, or pretendin’ he ain’t asleep. But the past few days, he’s nowhere to be found, all the sudden. Like, I keep lookin’ up to say somethin’ to him, and realize he ain’t there. When I do see him, he don’t seem right. The other day he threw my toolbox on the ground and today…well, he says it was an accident, but I think he’s mad at me or, somethin’.”

Yuffie and Tifa exchanged a glance.

“Looks like it’s even worse than we thought,” Yuffie observed.

“Agreed,” Tifa nodded. “Cid, we’ve got something to tell you.”

“Something that will shock you to your core!” Yuffie proclaimed. “Or not, I don’t know what your bar for shocking is.”

Cid frowned. “Somethin’ about Vinnie?”

“I’m afraid so,” Tifa said gravely. “But let’s talk somewhere more private. You never know who could be listening.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY:

cloud during this chapter: [fuckfuckfuckfuck they found out i can't keep sleeping with him i have to end it today]

sephiroth: there you are, little puppet

cloud: [tomorrow. i definitely have to end it tomorrow]

[gammachao]

•• Hehe wrote a cute?/comedy/getting to know each other fanfic of Cid and Vincent 😚😚

[prosoppy-opoeia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cid Highwind/Vincent Valentine, Cid Highwind & Shera, Past Lucrecia Crescent/Vincent Valentine Characters: Cid Highwind, Vincent Valentine, Shera (Compilation of FFVII), Yuffie Kisaragi, Lucrecia Crescent Additional Tags: Getting Together, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt, Making Out, Late Night Conversations, Love Confessions, Found Family Elements, Mentioned Cloud Strife, Mentioned Red XIII | Nanaki (Compilation of FFVII), Moving On, Slight OOC, Families of Choice, Smoking, featuring the world's longest lasting cigarette, Pining, Mutual Pining, Intimacy, au in which they dont just leave the highwind there overnight, and the highwind moves as fast as it does in-game LOL Summary:

Cid was a man of science, first and foremost. Always would be.

But before the rocket, before he’d ever joined the Space Program, when the smog suffocated sky was the only one he knew, and the only stars he could see were the glow in the dark kind stuck to his ceiling, his old man told him stories.

Stories with monsters. Demons.

And those nights, the ones where he gazed up at his artificial neon sky, he wondered if they were the color of a demon’s eyes.

Well. Turns out he was wrong.

'Cuz when he met Vincent Valentine, he learned that color was red.

(or, Cid and Vincent share one last conversation before the final battle)

[patoune-prod]

Avalanche chapitre 65: L'aiguille dans une meule de foin

AO3 | FF.net

Résumé : Les océans de Gaïa sont profonds et insondables et trouver quelque chose dedans, c’est comme chercher une aiguille dans une botte de foin. Mais heureusement, dirait Jessie, ils ont maintenant un aimant. Et sept jours pour trouver Sin, embarquer, sauver Aérith et détruire la matéria noire. Et si dézinguer Hojo et la Calamité est possible, ça ne pourra pas faire de mal. Mais avant ça, il faut trouver Sin. Et ils auront besoin de tout Gaïa pour ça.

Personnages : Team Avalanche + Riku, Aérith VS Sin, VS Tarask, Team Maîtres du Monde, Al Bhed OC

Tags spécifiques au chapitre : Quatre générations de Nosfératu / Hamasaki / Valentine / Makani dans une seule pièce, Aérith ne passe PAS un bon moment, Séphiroth ne passe PAS un bon moment,  Minerva ne passe PAS un bon moment, à ce point là, on va dire que c’est de famille, Séphiroth a le kokoro qui gonfle, et ca le gonfle, Riku est le digne descendant de ses ascendants, horror, body horror, Rufus est né pour être un manipulateur

[cid-loving-hours]

*taps mic* hi hello is this thing on

In a couple weeks I wanna host an event for Cid Highwind Loving Hours TM which is gonna be a week long event celebrating the man the myth the dragoon, Cid Highwind. If people wanna interpret that as Valenwind, sick, if people wanna have it be Cid x Whoever, sick, if people wanna make it a general team hang out or just a solo shot of the man? Sick. Cid Highwind deserves some love

If you tag me (@ cid-loving-hours) I will reblog your post! Can be fanart, screenshots, fanfics, drabbles, whatever!

The event is tentatively going to take place August 12-18th!! (I don't like setting plans out months in advance cuz then I forgot or blow them out of proportion and get stressed lol)

[aelkurai-art]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997), Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cid Highwind/Vincent Valentine Characters: Cid Highwind, Vincent Valentine Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Claustrophobia Summary:

He opened his eyes and there was only darkness. A leaden blanket, a heavy and oppressive darkness. Not even a thread of light. Not a star, not the moon, nothing.

[venusxblue]

Rating: E

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Pairing: Cid Highwind/Vincent Valentine

Tags: rough smut, switching, body worship, pwp

Summary:

Cid wonders to himself just how he wound up in bed with the most beautiful yet emotionally damaged man that he's ever met.

So I'm rusty and this is my first foray into this ship. I can only hope it turned out alright haha

[234am]

A fic exploring the ecological despair of radiation and the struggle of not losing oneself in it.

Mind the tags on this one for sure.

[dogshit-enchantment]

Thinking about Vampire Vincent Valentine au again and I'm torn on what kinda vampire I want to make him. Having him being a proper Immortal and Can Only Die To Sunlight vampire could invoke some cool angst stuff especially if I keep it in universe. I'm also partial to having him be like borderline werewolf type vampirism where he's normally just fine but he feeds on blood regularly, can go in the sun, but on a full/new moon transforms into a beast. I'm also debating including the nibelheim mansion into the mix of having him be like a proper dracula type vampire where he's fucking Old and Wealthy and Out Of Touch and Fucking Hates Strangers, but then some unsuspecting hunter (Cid) wanders in and is like. Fuck. Fuck he's hot (both of them @ each other)

I just really like the idea of putting a gun in Cid's hands, something about it feels right.

But also I'm rly partial to the idea of Vampires being genetic and essentially fucked up carnivorous elves cuz I think that's a cool idea that isn't explored enough. Like instead of being properly immortal they just age extremely slowly, live forever, and the more they eat properly (feeding off of humans specifically) the stronger they become and the longer they live. Feeding off of animals can sustain them but they can't transform without human blood. Ough I'm just gonna end up rewriting Red Snow but as a Valenwind fanfic I can feel it.