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Vin and Veld for @ffviirarepairweek!

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:

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!

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