#valorant drabbles

[art-missy]

Valorant Masterlist

Gekko

Overhelmed : part 1. part 2. part 3.

Imagines : Timeless, embrace, artifact, stretching, shower

Quality Time

The Angel and the Hound.

Iso

Imagines : cat like, shooting lessons, racing heart, damn, lovebites, care

Iso + Gekko (x reader)

Greed

Yoru

Imagines : caring, not alone, arrogant, grumpy, love ?, fool, morning

Sage

Imagines : idea, healing

Fade

Imagines : henna, bold, cocoon, sleepwalking, morning, Fetched / taken (request), patched up (request)

Sova

Imagines : camera, knives and arrows, glimpse of skin

Cypher

Imagines : enigma, unpredictable

Jett

Imagines : oblivious, bet

Omen

Imagines : warmth, rest and stability, hood

Neon

Imagines : race, ice, board game, suit (request), zapped (request)

Neon + Gekko (x reader)

Imagine : sandwiched

Reyna

Imagines : sharing, knight

Skye

Imagines : avoidance, chick

Deadlock

Imagines : novel, odd warmth, grief (request)

Viper

Imagines : witch, overworked

Astra

Imagines : braids, painting

Clove

Imagines : fanfic, shared immortality, staring contest

Vyse

Imagines : brambles, cosplay

Harbor

Imagines : personal space + part 2

Breach

Imagines : braids and stickers, influenced

Brimstone

Imagine : forced rest

Chamber

Imagines : money, ragdoll

Tejo

Imagines : straightforward, trustworthy

Phoenix

Imagine : hyperbole

[fleurissimoo]

Judging each other (#CypherArtWeek2022 Day 6)

Cypher and Chamber.

Despite them being a fellow co-worker in the same division a.k.a the sentinels of the VALORANT Protocol, both of them couldn't be said to have a good relationship. Cypher was very skeptical towardsthe Frenchman. Chamber 'clean record' looked really fake in his eyes even though Chamber did contribute to the team by recommending Neon to Brimstone, working on the ALPHA-OMEGA teleporter, and being part of the strike team in Istanbul. Cypher still could sense that Chamber was hiding something from the VALORANT Protocol and it might cause trouble in the future for them.

Honestly speaking, Cypher couldn't help but silently judging Chamber while digging information about the said man, even when Chamber arrived at the protocol. Expensive fancy suit and customized weapon just screamed rich at Cypher, making him thinking that Chamber was a spoiled brat. The man worked as a marksman to a weapon designer in Kingdom Defense, moving from one place to another and seemingly fine in doing his work. Not weird for some people but this makes him think that Chamber was incompetent and had another motive, especially when it was Chamber himself who offer to join the VALORANT Protocol. As far as Cypher knew, only Viper and Killjoy willingly join the team where the rest were 'invited'. Both Viper and Killjoy were not suspicious as they were related to Brimstone, the leader and founder of the VALORANT Protocol.

But Chamber, everything about this man was suspicious and he was sure on his intuition that something was off about the man.

Chamber, on the other hand, also noticed the Moroccan 'off' behavior when meeting him at the headquarters. As someone who had worked with different kind of people, Chamber knew that Cypher was someone that he needed to be careful of.

Cypher was mysterious, always hiding every inch of his skin from other agents, even their own leader. This led him to believe that Cypher also had another intention when joining the team. Small private working space and thinking that certain brand of tea were expensive made Chamber thought that Cypher came from a poor family.

Those were just small examples of them constantly judging each other in silence, of course without never knowing the real truth.

One day, the truth shall rise and proof whether their judgements are true or not.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨ END ୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

[skylumen]

don't think that i have moved on from puppy!iso... hes still rotting my brain

you'd barely been gone for a week, but Iso made it feel like a lifetime.

it started subtly, or so you'd heard from the other agents. he didn't say much at first, just a quiet question here and there, like "is y/n doing okay?" or a quick glance at his phone every time a notification pinged, hoping it's from you. but then, it escalated.

your room became his second home— no, scratch that— his sanctuary.

afternoons that were meant for hanging out with others? spent curled up on your bed, your clothes draped all over it. he wasn't shy about it either, grabbing your favourite hoodie from the closet and burying his face in it as he napped.

"he's like a dog guardin' its owner's den" clove had said over dinner one night, earning a sheepish glare from iso.

and the texts. oh, the texts.

"miss U"

"had a boring meeting today. if U were here it wouldve made it better"

"[link of a restaurant] wanna try this when Ur back? they have Ur favourite"

even though he knew you were busy, his messages came in steadily. short, sweet, and just enough to remind you of how much he missed you. the ones that got you the most, though, were the late-night facetime calls.

"want to see Ur face" he'd texted one night, and when you picked up, there he was— his ears drooping, tail wagging lazily behind him as he pouted into the camera.

"yuyu..." you said in awe, trying not to laugh at how pitiful he looked.

"what did you do today?" he asked, his voice small and soft, like he was afraid to interrupt your busy schedule.

"meetings, mostly," you replied, resting your chin in your palm. "enough about me. what about you? anything exciting?"

he shrugged, his face tilting away from the camera. "not really..."

"no missions?"

"i had one," he muttered, tail still wagging. "but it wasn't fun."

"not fun? what happened, did brim say something?"

"no..." he trailed off, then finally looked back to you, his eyes shining with an honesty that made your chest ache. "you weren't there."

the way he said, so matter-of-factly, knocked the wind out of you.

"yuyu..."

"it's true," he insisted. "everything's boring when you're not here."

you'd spent the rest of the night reassuring him, promising him over and over again that you'd be back soon. even though he nodded and smiled, you could still see the sadness and yearning in his eyes.

when you finally did return, it felt different. you barely had time to drop your bags before you heard your name.

"y/n!"

the next thing you knew, you were engulfed in warmth, strong arms pulling you close as iso buried his face in your neck.

"i missed you so much..." he murmured, his voice muffled.

before you could respond, clove's voice cut through the moment. "told ya he's been hangin' out in yer' room. 'twas a pain trying to get him to leave." they said, before letting out a sigh.

"clove!" iso whined, his tail swishing nervously behind him.

you laughed, wrapping your arms around him as he tried to hide his face. "care to explain, hm?"

"...no."

"zhao yu."

"...fine." he pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushed, ears twitching in embarassment. "your bed smells like you, okay? it... it makes it easier to sleep."

your heart melted at his honesty, and you couldn't resist pulling him close again, your fingers scratching lightly at the base of his ears. he let out a soft, contented hum, his tail wagging furiously behind him.

[angelismmm]

ngl been thinking ab getting fucked dumb by stressed out boyfriend (or husband be creative idc). usually during intimacy, he was so vanilla with you, the small moments you have together and your pleasure matters the most. honestly your pleasure is his, biggest kink is your body and whatever gives you the most pleasure. but today wasnt the brightest, not the greatest day, definitely the worst, everything imaginable that was bad happened, he just couldn't take it 'till he got home, seeing you sitting on the couch with a smile, after waiting such a long time, you see your significant other, but he didn't have a smile across his face, no, more like a mad expression, but didn't want it to get to you. so he just tried to not talk to you, instead of what he thought would happen; you not bothering him about it anymore. you instead tried to help, and he thought of something that you could help him with. here you are, legs on his shoulders, harsh thrusts that made you moan into the fingers in your mouth, "you like that don't you? naughty slut. you deserve all the punishment i'm giving you now. don't back out now." the belly bugle on your tummy, how easy it was for him to slip in and out of your hole, it can describe already how many rounds you've gone through, and all he said he wouldn't stop 'till sunrise.

sorry for lack of posts tryna finish single dad genshin men with seperatw characters or might just do the scenario and say oh these characters would do this, anyw love yall ill get to my reqs soon, just sit tight bro

[lactosa2]

I havent done something in so long it feels off, but im here to pay my personal debt of anothers valorant agents <3

in diference from the first part on this one i´ll focus on the positive parts of a relationship.

cc: Phoenix and Yoru

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

WHAT KIND OF PARTNER THEY ARE??? UHMM?!

PHOENIX

He is totally giving his lover his total atenttion, he would text constantly and always check on his partner. giving them many diferent kind of petnames and constantly littles suprises, things like cooking, (he doesnt know but he tries) letting notes on random places with love words and compliments. He just loves the tough and feeling that he is trying his hardest to make his partner feel loved, and he is damn proud of it and the relationship ypu both have built.

You can see yourself as his screen wallpaper, photos presuming your beauty and his favorite moments and the gifts and details you give him, he just want to make u know he want everyone to know he loves you, so you dont feel afraid about him not being serious about what you both have. He have a curious and silly personality, which makes others take him as a buffon and even a joke, he doesnt want you to think that he is not serious, he is, and always tries his best to show you that he is putting all the effort on making the relationship work and grow healthy.

YORU

At the start of the relationship, he wasnt sure about starting it, scared, no, afraid and uncomfortable with the idea of someone using his self space, making him weird arround you once the relationship, but with time and memories, he start to see the relationship as a experience he enjoys, is hard for him, having someone oficially and being atached to a concept that works with love anf effort, but as i said, time and trust makes him grow soft arround you, showing more his emotions and even letting that sarcastic nature down a little so you and him can just chill while watching something shitty on the tv.

A relationship was defenently he never saw himself on, he was the type of kid that when you bug him about having a girlfriend would mace disgust faces and get grumpy, but now, with you as a perfect example of what he needed, he is more familiar with the idea and fact that you both share emotions, space and memories, and now that he is used to it, he gonna do everything to protect the bond between you both.

[cruxcapn]

KAY/O overhearing Raze say her "Killjoy, you and me until the end" voiceline and he immediately recalls the Raze from his previous timeline saying the exact same thing as she succumbs to her injuries in battle, using the last of her strength to crawl across the battlefield towards an unmoving Killjoy, a weak and bloodied hand reaching towards one that had gotten so still and cold.

A shattered pair of glasses and a cap smeared in paint and blood amongst the rubble.

Both unfortunate casualties from the Radiant War, bright and brilliant minds snuffed too soon.

And it's bittersweet, how similar the Raze and Killjoy are in this timeline from his own.

He only hopes they have a better ending this time around.

[offbranddrpepsi]

Don't ever think (Sova edition)

Heavy Angst, you've been warned

Don't ever think about just how lonely Sova had to have been for a chunk of his life. Living remotely in a small area raised exclusively by his grandmother. Moving on to become a special operative that did certainly have to get used to his teammates dying and working alone more often than not. Hours if not days spent in total isolation in the freezing cold he knows too well hunting a target he isn't even sure exists. Earning his honors and respect from his peers but also carrying around a deep feeling of loneliness even when he's surrounded by people. Still remaining warm and chipper to help ease the tension of fresh blood, a thin mask on top of an ever growing strain on his relationship with others. Moving from station to station, business and personal life blurring together to the point its not clear where one ends and the other begins. He joins Valorant and is expecting the same he has always known, but yet it isn't. The once blurred line starts to become more clear though its random. One moment he is relaxing and filling the every consuming void that is his loneliness and then the next its back to the soldier that seemingly never left that tundra. Behind closed doors, only ever slipping up when reporting to Brimstone, he's scolding himself for not being as battle ready as he used to be. Sova starts wandering when he got rusty, when he skills stopped being as sharp as they once were. He starts thinking he has let himself get to comfortable and is getting out of shape mentally as well as physically. He overworks himself to the point of exhaustion and beyond it, the other senior agents are getting onto him as much as others for putting to much weight onto his shoulders.

He doesn't get it, it never really clicks as he is forced to take a much protested vacation. As time passes it becomes easier to be social, to act as a friend to those who call him one and to even let himself be a bit less of a soldier. But that loneliness still festers every so often, threatening him in his most darkest hours, ready to take hold the moment he loses everything.

[euphoricbi]

imagine during the winter. just some of the val protocol just chilling at the lobby. talking, having tea, yk just general peace.

and suddenly they hear fast, approaching footsteps? what is th-

insert reader flying past the room, a large flash of green and yellow passing with them. wait- isnt that gek-

insert gekko skating after them (in the protocol. which is most likely prohibited by brimstone), yelling for his hermosa to give him back his hoodie cause its FREEZING.

a few seconds pass, and the others share a few glanced with eachother. some of concern, some of dissapointment.

then they hear a tub tub tub tub and turn to see wingman, mosh, dizzy, and thrash chasing behind (notably much slower). all heads just slowly turn, following the direction of the four buddies as they try to keep up.

>>gekks 🦎🛹

BAHHA— I meant to write this small drabble such a long time ago, but this is my take on what you said

The agents sat on a couch as Chamber set down a tray with tea cups and sugar on it, as he chuckled, sitting with his own tea in his hand. "Je t'en prie, if I may." He said before sipping his tea. Brimstone leaned back on the couch a bit, "Damn, it's cold. Did anyone turn on the heat?" There was a bunch of groans in response before Jett spoke.

"But the heat is so far awaaayyyyy." She said, causing Phoenix to laugh a bit, "Yeah, man, you turn it on."

Brimstone let out a small scoff, as Sage was trying to figure out why Sova added so much sugar to his tea. Raze snuggled up to Killjoy, pressing her head into her neck a bit, "Waaah! You're cooolddd." She complained a bit, but didn't push her away.

Sage glanced forward, seeing you running, catching a glance of Gekko's hoodie on you. "Y/n?" She called out, as everyone looked as well.

Gekko sped up behind you, his arms wrapped around himself to shield from the cold, the sound of skates as he rolled on by, "Hermosa, please! Give me my hoodie back! It's f-freezing!" He huffed out as you yelled a loud, "No!"

Sova chuckled first, Brimstone let out a long drawn out sigh, as Yoru mumbled, "Cringe."

After ten seconds, there was a light sound on the ground, tub tub tub tub tub, this caused everyone's head to be drifted downwards seeing Wingman, Mosh, Thrash, and Dizzy running after the both of you. Their small little legs causing them to move much slower than thy intended, all heads slowly followed them as they tried their hardest to keep up with you both.

Neon busted out laughing after they were out pf sight, causing many other's to laugh as well.

Brimstone neutral with a face of disapproval, disappointment, and overall embarrassment.

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[mansybotic]

Neon x Injured! Reader - Blame

The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor was the only sound that was audible in the room. Neon's eyes darted from the screen of the heart monitor, anxiously watching for any drastic change in your heart rate. Luckily, there was none.

Sighing, she looked back to you, seeing that you were still unconscious, but still breathing, with the condensation on the inside of your oxygen mask being a testimony of your still-working lungs.

Then she looked at her hands, and memories of the recent mission played through her head. The mission had gone awry, and it was her fault. There was a moment of anger, and then a moment of rage, and once everything had been said and done, shock and remorse were all she felt now.

She balled her hands, tears welling in her eyes as she grit her teeth together. She wanted to scream, to yell, to be angry at herself for hurting you, but her emotions all came to a stop when she heard a soft, near inaudible groan.

She looked up, and she saw your eyes open slightly. "Y/N?" She called out, suppressing her excitement and anxiety as you woke up, remembering Sage's advice to not be too loud when you finally rose from unconsciousness. You weakly turned to Neon, and Neon could see the corners of your lips curl up into a small smile.

"Neon," you greeted, holding an open palm out for Neon to take. Neon didn't take your hand, instead leaning in closer. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. "You took a big hit just now." Your brows furrowed for a moment as you struggled to recall what had happened during the mission. Then you realised how you ended up in your current condition.

"I'm fine." You said, seeing the look on Neon's face. The look not only showed her concern for your physical health, but her insecurity and remorse for your condition. However, your words and smile did nothing to quell her worries, however, and she bowed her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" You asked, straining slightly as you tried to sit up. Neon noticed your attempt, and hurriedly got you to a comfortable sitting position. Once you were comfortable and safe, she replied to your question.

"For what I did. I lost control, and now I got you in here." She said apologetically. "I should have stayed back, but I didn't. And you paid the price for my—"

"Stop talking."

Neon looked up at you in surprise. "What?" She asked, not believing her ears.

"Stop talking. If all you're going to do is blame yourself for what happened to me, then I don't want to hear it." You said, the tone of your voice turning from tender to stern, like Sage lecturing Phoenix, Jett, or Yoru. Or all three. "You couldn't have known about the Omega agents waiting on the other side."

Neon blinked a few times at you, wondering if the blood loss was getting to you. "But—"

"No." You sighed, knowing that what you were saying probably was not making any sense at the moment. But you just hated seeing Neon in distress. "Just... just don't blame yourself, okay? It was my fault for not being on guard."

Neon looked like she was about to argue some more, but you reached over and took her hand in yours, your strength slowly coming back to you. "I... know this sounds weird, but just hold me, will you?"

Neon was confused, but she leaned in, resting her head on your chest, and with that, the room fell silent again, with the both of you just enjoying each other's company and warmth.

As Neon let herself lay into you, an unfamiliar warmth blossomed in her chest and stomach. She didn't know what this feeling was, but she liked it.

It wasn't long before her feelings of self-doubt and guilt were washed away, replaced by the comfort and affection that you gave to her.

[sovasbussy]

come inside of my heart

A/N: just a super short drabble of sova bc my heart still yearns for him <3

The bed never felt emptier. Laying in it alone made you feel like the mattress could just swallow you up whole. You sighed as you turned once more, your eyes heavy with sleep. 

The alarm clock on the bed stand emanated a soft red glow across the room. 

'2.35 AM' 

"He's still not back?" You could only whine into your pillow with the absence of your loving boyfriend, Sova. The man was on a multi-day mission, scouting a new area where omega agents were spotted a couple days ago. 

You soon felt yourself drift off to sleep, mind floating off to a dream when you felt a pair of lips against your shoulder. 

"Sasha..?" You said groggily as you turned to face the taller. He gave you a soft smile, "I thought you were already asleep." 

"Couldn't sleep without you..." You mumbled, sitting up to embrace him in a sleepy hug. Your hands brushed up his ribs and pulled away when you felt him flinch. That instantly woke you up. Sova being hurt? You couldn't bear having him in pain. 

You tugged his shirt up but he held your hand down."It's nothing, love. I just have a bruise there." Sova tried to quell your worries. 

"A bruise won't make you wince like that, Sasha... Please?" You looked up at him with those irresistible puppy eyes. I mean, who could say no to such a face? He slowly moved his hands away from yours, eyes averted when you saw how bad of an injury he had.

 Sova had tried to bandage it himself but the blood was already seeping through it. You gently unraveled the bandage and winced at the sight of the long gash down his side.  Of course, being the only one deployed on this mission and with it being so late in the night, there was no way for him to get any healing from Sage nor Skye. Sova knew he could ask you for help but knowing how much your healing tired you out, he didn't want to put that stress onto you. 

"Nope. I'm healing it right now." And nothing would change your mind. You were always adamant with your decisions, never taking a no for an answer unless there was a better solution. So, naturally, Sova gave in. 

A light blue glow emitted from your hands, ghosting above the large gash. The skin slowly came together, closing up the wound and repairing the tissue underneath. 

He groaned once the pain went away, slowly relaxing into your arms. You chuckled at how his body engulfed yours in the hug, gently patting his back. 

"Better?" You asked, receiving a nod as an answer. You snuggled into the crook of Sova's neck, closing your eyes as the both of you simply held each other. The warmth that radiated from his body just made you feel so comforted, to finally have him by your side once more.

[rosesnink]

Orc Befriends Elf

Author's Notes

So, I got a new obssesion called 'write Brienne with my friends' MCs and OCs' and today's victim is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd 's OC Valor, whom I had the pleasure to make friends with Bri! It was a fun experience to write their OC and see how their dynamic work, and lemme warn you, their chemestry is off charts

English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes I may make

This isn't proof-read or edited

If you wish to be tagged in Brienne's shenanigans or have your MC-OC interact with her, hmu!

Check out my masterlist for more content!

Summary: Brienne saves an elf boy from the village bullies, and suffices to say, he's very thankful to her

Word Count: 780

Category: Suggestive

Rating: PG-13

CW: Kissing, mentions of nakedness and suggestive scene at the end, homophobia of the era at the beginning

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

It was a beautiful day, and an eighteen-year-old Brienne had taken a stroll after a long day of chores. Given that she was the only orc in the household, she had to do most of the grunt work, despite being ‘a girl’, which she found preposterous. Never once her gender stopped her from doing anything she very well pleased.

Enjoying the breeze on her flowy white dress with a heart-shaped neckline and that reached her ankles, she smelled the food and heard the people chattering about spring coming soon after a rather harsh winter. Suddenly, a pair of agitated voices stopped on her tracks.

She could envision a rather pale boy, very tall, although not taller than she was, who seemed to being bullied by other village boys. Frowning, she approached silently the scene to see what was happening.

“Just admit it, you’re a weirdo and a sinner! You act like a girl and kiss boys!”

The closer she got, she realised he was no regular boy: he was an elf, with a milky skin, long hair and who, despite his height, looked frightened and like he didn’t want to be there. To her horror, she saw that they were far too close to the well, and she acted quickly.

Grabbing one of the three boys by the neck of his shirt, she lifted him up and slammed him against the wall “What do you think you’re doing, boy?”

Realising that it was the big and mighty Brienne, the boy froze “We were, ah… fooling around, right, Valen?”

Brienne looked at him, searching the truth with her gaze “Are they?”

“N-no…”

The others had already ran away, afraid of being perhaps crushed under Brienne’s powerful arms. She got to the boy, nose-to-nose “Listen here boy, I catch you bullying someone else, you’re going to suffer my full fury, got it?”

The boy gulped, nodding, and the moment she let go of him, he ran away towards his friends’ direction. Brienne then turned gently to the elf boy, who seemed visibly more relaxed “Thank you, miss…?”

“Brienne. Just Brienne.” She smiled “And you are…?”

The boy nevertheless smiled “Valor. Just Valor.”

“Valor, may I treat you to something of the market?”

“I would love to!”

They walked together, laughing and exchanging jokes “How come I’ve never seen you? You’re pretty hard to miss.”

Valor laughed, self-conscious “Well, ah, I suppose that I’m not the village’s favourite elf?”

“I’m not their cup of tea either, but I don’t let that stop me from being me.”

They stopped at the market, and Brienne browsed between delicacies until she stopped at toffee-flavoured sweets and paid for two. She turned to the elf “Here, for you.”

His eyes shone “Really?”

“Of course! Us beasts must take care of one another.”

“You’re not beastly at all! You’re beautiful!”

Brienne smiled “Unfortunately, orcs and beautiful don’t normally go hand-in-hand.”

Valor smirked “By the way most people look at you, I’d disagree.”

Looking discreetly, Brienne observed that many glanced at her way, a mix of awe and curiosity. Chuckling, she shrugged “Well, I suppose that orcs do have their own beauty that aren’t for the human palate, I’ll give you that.”

As they ate the toffees, Valor spoke as he munched “Seriously, I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness.”

Brienne shrugged “Name your price and I’ll see what I can do.”

As they approached the river, which was away from the village, Valor looked at her with a certain intensity and…desire. Swallowing, but determined, he declared “I wish a kiss from the most beautiful orc I’ve ever beheld.”

Smirking, Brienne, who was taller than Valor, dipped her head to kiss him, and he fervently returned the favour, his thin but large fingers dipping into her meaty hips, giving them a squeeze. Brienne nipped at his lower lip, licking it and drawing dizzying traces on his face. Gasping, he whispered “When I saw you, I thought you were some sort of goddess. With that dress, your fiery eyes and your incredible body, and then your kindness…”

Brienne bit her lip “You can admire more of me if you’d like. You only need to say the word.”

He kissed her neck, then neared her earlobe “May I see more of you, o’ fair Brienne?”

She instead put some distance, looking into Valor’s eyes as she sensually took off her white dress, showing her bare frame, and teasingly got into the river “Only if you join me.”

He smiled widely, gladly shrugging off his clothes and following her into the river, the golden dawn drawing golden dots on her emerald body.

[peerlessscowl]

minimize the valor of your heroes. extinguish them altogether.

hero mastery; word count - 866

"...and Roland raised the great Blazing Blade high over his head -" Papa lifted his arms high, then plunged down into the pile of blankets, Raymond and Priscilla shrieking and dodging his grasping hands and reaching fingers, "and slew the mighty dragons!"

He caught them, as he always did, tickling the two children until all three gasped for breath and collapsed into a pile on the four poster bed.

Snuggling closer to his father's side, Raymond reached over, prodding gently a teasing finger into his sister's belly until she swatted him away, and he looked up, delighted, into his father's face, red from exertion. "Papa, can I one day be just like Roland? Can I one day slay dragons, too?"

It was dreadful boring, he thought, in Cornwell, where it often rained, and they were surrounded by trees but none of the excitement that seemed to thrive in the larger cities. Perhaps if he'd the chance, when he grew up, he'd set out on his own adventure, make his own name.

Papa was thoughtful for a moment. "There aren't dragons anymore, dear boy, didn't you hear the story?" He tickled his son's sides once more before settling back comfortably. "But Roland went onto be the first Marquess Ostia."

"But we're of his blood, aren't we, father?" Raymond insisted, his brow pinching with a gravity that made his father laugh. "I can be Marquess Ostia if I wanted to."

"No, dear boy – that role is already taken. But you'll be Marquess Cornwell after me – wouldn't that be lovely?" He tweaked Raymond's nose, and the boy swatted the hand away in irritation.

"I don't wanna be stuck in Cornwell all my life!" He declared, hopping up to his feet on the top of the bed, striking a pose that made his sister giggle. So encouraged, he swung his arms about in a facsimile of swordplay, clumsy in his seven-year-old body. "I wanna be a Little Hero, just like he was!"

"Little Hero!" Priscilla parroted, dropping back into the intense giggles that had wracked her body moments ago.

The giggles turned to shrieks, turned to screams, echoing off of the cavern walls as he felt the crunch of his bones, over, over, over and over and over -

Even now, though he knew he had been revived, healed by some primordial sorcery, if he reached up a hand to rub at his sternum, he could feel the gentle crackling of his lungs splitting underneath the shards of bone, his heart beating furiously in rebellion of the inevitable.

Every time he woke since returning, every waking gasp felt like the death rattle shaking in his ears, but it wasn't. The sun continued to shine, the wind continued to blow, and the residents of Garreg Mach monastery continued to smile and laugh and live.

And so, too, it seemed, must he live. Must he continue to walk these halls, eyes glazed over as he moved from one hall to another, unfocused as he drowned himself in sweat in the training hall, running the same drills over and over, dissatisfied with the results, needed to be stronger, needed to be faster -

His efforts had not gone unnoticed. Where before there had been those who had approached him with caution, hesitant and watching from a distance before greeting him, now he was greeted with warm smiles, easy requests for his assistance, and he helped, for what else could he have done?

The helmet stared at him from across the room, nestled as it was in the linens of his dormitory bed, its black, hollow eyes expectant as they watched him from where he leaned against the desk.

I wanna be a Little Hero!

He felt the crack of his bones as the debris continued to crumble down, the strike of great stone paws against his gut, the shearing of flesh against the acrid burning lance, the claws raking across his arms, his shoulders, the top of his head. He felt the heaviness of his comrades' stares as he spoke, offered himself, supplicated for something they all sought, they all wanted for their own reasons, but he was the only one stupid enough to ask...

Just like he was!

Raven cocked his head. The gaze followed his, dark and empty and feline and hateful and naïve and hopeful. He cocked his head in the other direction, and the gaze yet followed, crimson and emerald and shining and laughing, ringing brightly in his ears.

If he reached out his hand, his fingertips might have brushed against the burnished metal, felt the grain as intensely as each rippling heartbeat in his chest.

If he lifted it over his head, he might have felt the tip of its crest slant forward, the weight of it secure around his skull, gripping, muffling the sounds of the world around him.

He averted his gaze, couldn't stand to look at the thing any longer.

When next he stepped onto the field of battle, he needed no ostentatious display, no pomp or flourish to let the enemy know that he was the danger, and he was there for them. He would let his sword say that for him.

[fleurissimoo]

“Fly, my wind assassin. Do what you do best.” (#CypherArtWeek2022 Bonus Day)

As a sentinel, Cypher was not really an agent who worked in the frontline. He preferred to give support to the other agents by giving them information regarding the enemies' location.

That was why he respected the duelist by how well they did their job, despite having them to risk their own life, especially the younger ones.

The agents for a mission in Haven were Cypher, Jett, Killjoy, Omen, and Skye. The other knew well that Jett did a great job most of the time (if she didn't get too reckless) and always succeed bringing victory to the team with her aggressiveness. Like any usual day, Cypher observed how the team, under Sage's command, worked for this mission and Jett was really, really, outstanding.

Cypher was not someone who gave compliment to people all the time (unlike a certain Frenchman), but he couldn't help but blurted out a compliment to the young lady.

"Fly, my wind assassin, do what you do best."

Jett, who was waiting for her cue in C long, was giggling. "Thanks, Cypher. I'll show them what I got."

Cypher didn't know that his compliment made his girlfriend slightly jealous. I mean, Killjoy was familiar with Cypher giving compliments here and there, but calling Jett 'his wind assassin' made her feel a sting in her heart. It just sounded 'intimate' for her, even though Cypher probably didn't mean to make it sound like that.

Arriving at the base, Killjoy quickly separated herself and bid goodbye from the group as she had to bring the spike and report to Brimstone. Cypher looked at her walking quickly to Brimstone's office and noticed something must have bothered her.

He sent a message to her: ˝Little engineer, will you be in your workshop after this?˝

A replied came several minutes after that: ˝Ja. I still have to work with the spike.˝

She wasn't even asking why he wanted to come.

Cypher replied: ˝Can I come? I want to lend a hand.˝

˝I can do it by myself but sure if you want to come.˝

Cypher waited for her in front of Brimstone's office. She came out with the spike in her hand and Cypher offered to hold it for her which she accepted. Then, Killjoy proceed to open her lab door and they were greeted by her bots.

"Hello, my babies." Killjoy smiled. "We have a guest today, which you've already known." The bot chirped happily.

"Oh, just put the spike there." She pointed to a desk with lamps on the top of it. Cypher followed her instruction and put the spike down. In his head, he tried to open the conversation, but it was pretty hard.

"Little engineer, you seem a little off. Is something bothering you?"

Killjoy stopped moving and turned at Cypher. "Me? No. Haha. Maybe, I am just tired. Ja, hahaha. You don't have to worry." Then, she continued to tinker with the spike like nothing happened.

Cypher frowned, not believing what she said. "Is it something to do with me?"

The girl almost injured her hand when hearing that question. This alerted Cypher; that he must've scored a jackpot with that question. "Can you tell me what I did wrong, darling?"

"It's stupid anyway." Killjoy continued working, even though her heart was beating louder than usual. "You'll laugh at me and I don't want that."

"Oh, love. I won't laugh at your feeling."

"It's just you called Jett with 'my wind assassin' before. I thought it was just ... really intimate coming in from your mouth. It was stupid that I felt jealous." Killjoy finally opened up the spike to see the inside of it.

Cypher came closer to her and stood beside her. "You know I don't see her like the way I see you, right?"

"I know and that's why I said it's stupid. I just got jealous over nothing."

"But hey, the jealousy kinda makes me happy, knowing that you love me a lot." Cypher chuckled. "I promised I won't do it again."

"No, no. I can't stop you from doing what you want to do. I mean, it is nice to hear you give praises to the other agents, but���"

"But?"

"Maybe, just don't sound ... to flirty? Argh! I don't know." Killjoy ruffled her hair in frustration.

Cypher laughed. "I get what you mean, my love. No more flirty compliments to the other agents. Oh, dear. I cannot help but think that you are really adorable."

Killjoy's cheeks were burning.

"May I kiss you?" He asked and she gave him a green light. Cypher leant down and open his mask to give Killjoy a soft kiss in the lips.

Well, his compliment to Jett was purely because he was amused by how Jett perform that day, but he ended up knowing the other side of the calm and collected Killjoy.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨ END ୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

[skylumen]

chamber taking care of u while you’re on your period… auurgghh im in so much pain T_T

He woke up to the sounds of you stirring and shifting in the bed, worried with the way you’re groaning as if you’re in so much pain.

“Hey, hey... shh… are you okay, sweetheart?”

Chamber asked softly, his voice still groggy as he rolled over to face you. His hands gently caressing your cheeks to provide a bit of comfort.

You shook your head, “No… it hurts…” you said, while clutching your tummy.

Ah, it’s that time of the month. He couldn’t help but slightly cursed himself for not being more attentive and mindful of your cycle…

“Oh, darling… I’ll get some painkillers and a hot compress to ease your cramps, okay? I’ll be back.”

He would prepare you a hot bath, and cook you breakfast for you to enjoy in bed.

“Does bacon and eggs sound good to you, baby?”

You shook your head, clearly not interested on having anything heavy.

“Want egg soup…”

A soft chuckle escaped him as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Alright, alright. I’ll add some veggies like the usual, hm?”

“And dumplings…” “Of course, chérie.”

If he got some work to do during that day, he would bring you to his office. He gotta make sure you’re under his watchful eyes at all times, you know?

And of course, he’s carrying you there himself. Yes, there’s no way he’s letting you walk in pain. His poor baby :(

You tend to get suuuuper clingy when you’re on your period. You would cling to him while sitting on his lap, not giving a damn that he’s busy working on his new weapon project.

“My sweet darling,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I think you’d be more comfortable resting on the couch.”

“No… I need Vincent with me.” you replied, your words firm as they were soft.

Unfortunately, Chamber knew better than to argue. Whatever his princess desired, Y/N would get. So, he let you stay, napping on his lap, wrapped in a blanket that smelled just like him, while he continued working.

Your presence was a comfort to him as much as his was to you.

[angelismmm]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

ㅤ"just lay your head on my shoulder" ✧ ˚.

ㅤㅤgenshin impact — includes nsfw + sfw fics

ㅤㅤvalorant protocol — includes sfw fics

ㅤㅤbungou stray dogs — includes nsfw + sfw fics

ㅤㅤhonkai: star rail — includes nsfw + sfw fics

ㅤㅤoshi no ko — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤblue lock — includes sfw fics (planning n ready to do nsfw hahha)

ㅤㅤkimetsu no yaiba — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤone piece — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤhunter x hunter — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤattack on titan — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤhaikyuu — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤdanganronpa — nothing yet!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.... (pls send requests for bsd/val/genshin/sxf/ kny/haikyuu/avatar, anything im lowkey dying haha)

[lactosa2]

Hellooow! ive been thinking of Omen (as always) so i wanted to do something for him (again) whit the only excuse that this time is gonna be about "Human Omen", and i mean before of his transformation to a Radiant. :3

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DIFERENT PERSON, SAME OLD LOVE

It was late, not enough to sleep nor early enough to have dinner or do something specific. A period of time where not even music, series, movies, or other distractions can fulfill their purpose.

Have your attention.

9:28 PM

The sun had already escaped and the darkness had already taken its own rise in the sky, the only thing left to do was stay static and continue moving your hand up and down your loved one's hair, trying to release that stress.

"still" He whispered against your collarbone as he lay on top of you, his arms around you with his eyes closed, shamelessly seeking and demanding the love that, according to him, he rightfully deserved.

"I have to pee.." you complained with a heavy voice, at this point you felt like you wanted to just sleep or sleep, there was no middle ground. Too tired to pee, too much pee to sleep.

"And?" he whispered with what you thought was a smile, the corner of his mouth turned up a little, but his eyebrows were furrowed. "Move, or I'll piss on you" you said, your words with a tired and serious voice, maybe then he would take you seriously.

"How delicious… I hope it comes out warm" he whispered as he rubbed his cheek against your chest, demanding that you continue massaging his scalp.

You moved your legs in protest, in response, he whined and squeezed you harder so you grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled it gently. "Behave.." he claimed as he still didn't let you go.

"Move!" you said out loud, without yelling at him ugly, but claiming you, your bladder was full and his body was pressed against yours, not letting you move.

"Please? Just a little longer? I swear im gonna move later" he complained quietly, his only mission: to get love, specifically, yours.

You didn't remove him or push him, you just waited for him to wake up a little more from his dying state and move so that he would let you go, which he did within two minutes.

...

You washed your hands carefully and slowly, it wasn't that you had a profession in personal hygiene, you just wanted to sleep and maybe receive kisses. You looked in the mirror and washed your face quickly, you also arranged your hair and clothes, wanting your partner to see you as pretty as possible.

You sighed tiredly and walked out of the bathroom and turned off the light in the bathroom. When you entered the living room he was no longer dying and lying on the couch, he was sitting watching what movie he could put on. When you entered his field of vision he smiled and whistled, you laughed and looked at the floor with flattery and nervousness as you continued walking towards the sofa to sit down.

Once sitting on it, he wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pressed you against his, his hand on your hip which he caressed with his thumb. "What are we gonna see?" you asked as you let your head fall on his shoulder, "You decide" he said as he decided to unburden himself of the burden of choosing what to watch, raising the television control to hand it to you.

"Nope," you rejected the offer, he sighed and complained, "I chose yesterday," his eyebrows were almost becoming one. "Is that or a Adam Sandler movie" he growled as he took the control back and put on the first movie in the catalog.

"Do your best, at least," you laughed softly as he made you lie face up on the couch, "No one is going to see that," he laid his body on top of you, his nose caressing up and down your neck, sending tickles, "says who?" Your hands began to caress his hair, eliciting sighs of satisfaction from him, "Guess who," he responded quietly, making his rough, deep voice hoarser than usual, his tongue grazing your jaw as his hand went under your pants. , shamelessly playing with the edge of the underwear.

"You're not going to escape the conversation," you said seriously. since a long time that he have been being worry and needy, it wasn´t a good signal, he needed suport and it wasn´t for nothing.

Has been long ago since he started his current mission, as usually he was great on it, a new identity, a new person to lie about, a new objetive, but it wasnt the same at it was before. He didnt want to lie so he told you about his feelings and worries, his biggest fear was simple but at same it was hard to understand. He didnt wanted to mess it up, not now.

"Love... i need to think in other things" he whispered, his hands quiet and caressing ypu whit all the love yoy knows he feels, "I know but is not the right think to do", "So what?" he complain and his body freezes whit the stress he wanted to forget coming out again, "I have to waste my time on talking when tomorrow or every other day i can die??... i have to enjoy this" his eyes were closed, you didnt wanted to stress him more for venting, so, your hands touched his scalp soft and tender, trying to reasure him

"How you gonna enjoy this when all that is on your mind?" you asked softly, kissing his head, the question you made it wasnt made for make in doubt about his feeling or anything like that, you only wanted to understand.

"It gonna be always on my mind, always and... Love, i just need to be whit you...okay? just do the thing you do whit my hair and i swear i´ll come back to you" he whispered softly, and he was right, you cannot take all the problems again, but the only thing he asked for was love, attention and some peace.

"Tell me when you´re ready for talk... i only want to be the one for you" your nose caressed his hair, enjoying his essence. "My love, you are already the one for me.." he said whit a soft kiss on the side of your neck, making you giggle a little of satisfaction

"You put a Adam Sandler movie, you know right?" you asked whit a happy little giggle when you realized the movie he put on the TV. "Blame the capitalism"