#valorant x reader requests

[art-missy]

Could you do one with Fade, where (let’s just pretend) reader is who “they took”. What if one day she finds us and how the reunion will be? I love your work ❤️❤️

Let's see...

So I made two scenarios :

Scenario A : Fade was the one fetching reader to be an agent for the protocol.

Scenario B : Reader is an agent of the protocol and knew Fade a long time ago and meet her again when she joins Valorant.

Scenario A

Fade was watching you training your aim in the range. She was admiring your concentration and how laid back you were. The gun was like an extension of your body in your hand and your eyes was as merciless as the lense of a sniper. A cold shiver ran down her spine. It was when she was watching you like that that she wondered how she managed to get you to join Valorant.

You once were a hit person and was known in the underground world to be the coldest death one could ever had the misfortune to meet.

When your gaze finally met once you were done shooting the training targets, she realized that her past self was pretty lucky when you first came face to face with eachother.

Fade was a bounty hunter before joining the protocol. She knew how to track people down and how to drag them to her employer. Cypher just had to give her a picture of you and she was on her way to fetch you. She might have overestimated her skills or underestimated yours. She had followed your trail to a disaffected warehouse. She knew you were there and had sent her prowler away to capture you to only realize her mistake when she felt a grip grabbing her hair and tilting her head back as a knife threatened her throat.

"Who have the gall to send someone against me ?" she had heard a confident but very bored voice in her ear.

You had known all along you were being followed. You were the one setting a trap, not her.

"Not against you. For you," she corrected, keeping her calm. "We want to hire you."

"We ?"

She had then explained why she was tracking you down —very calmly because you were also known for your unpredictability. When you had released her from your firm and threatening grip, she slowly stepped back to finally look at you. And that was when she met your sharp but attentive eyes for the very first time. She had felt so little under your gaze, so weakened.

Today, when Fade looked into your eyes, she mainly saw her affections for you being returned with an almost unnerving protectiveness. She almost found funny how you ended up a couple.

"Need my company already ?" you smirked at her.

Today when your hand touched her hair it was to caress them, when your hand grabbed her jaw it was for you to press a kiss on her lips. When you touched her, it was only to be gentle and loving. Today, she felt so protected under your gaze, so supported.

"Always, aşkım."

Scenario B

It was supposed to be a simple tour of the protocol, not a flashback session. All she did was turning around the corner of a corridor of the headquarters with her tour guide and she ended up frozen. Her eyes were wide opened, her lips parted and her throat suddenly so dry. She was confused, wondering if it was again another dream that was soon going to turn into a nightmare. But unlike any other dream, you were returning her stare with the same amount of shock.

"Hazal ?" you breathed out, and your voice was oh so real.

Last time she saw you, you two were screaming at each other and saying things you were both now heavily regretting. Fade couldn't even remember the cause of your argument. All she remembered, was the hole you left in her life when you disappeared without a trace. But after so many years, here you were, right in front of her. Alive and safe.

Her body moved before her mind could register its movements and, in a blink of an eye, your face was cradled in her hands. Tears also escaped her beautiful heterochromatic eyes. Tears that you immediately wiped away gently with your thumbs. Your touch was the confirmation she needed. You were there. You really were there.

"I thought I've lost you," she murmured, her breath shaky. "I found you ! I finally found you ! Why did you disappear ?"

"I...became an agent," you answered, your voice shaky as well. "Hazal, you are Fade ?"

She nodded and you took her in your arms, rocking her from side to side. You couldn't believe that the individual blackmailing the protocol all this time was her. You couldn't believe that, after all these years, you were holding her in your arms again.

You were caressing her back when you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. You looked back and saw Cypher tilting his head.

"I believe you'll take the tour from here ?"

You nodded and thanked him as he walked away, your attention returning on the Turkish new agent.

"Don't ever disappear on me like that," she murmured against your shoulder. "Please."

"I promise."

"I thought you were taken away from me."

So that was the reason of the blackmail. She wrongly thought that the protocol took you away.

"Sorry," you wiped another tear from her cheek. "Sorry for... everything. I...thought you hated me."

She took a deep breath and looked at you again. You've matured without really changing. You were still you. After all this time, you were still you.

"Me too," she whispered. "And I apologize. For what I said, for what I've done, for... everything."

[writer-freak]

Viper x reader

Request: May I request a Valorant Viper x reader who has a sunshine like personality and is oblivious to being hit on and viper gets jealous plz🙏

Warnings: mostly fluff, a little jealousy, reader and viper live together, grumpy x sunshine, not up to date with valo lore

A/n: Thank you so much for the request and I hope that you enjoy what I have written here. I really love like grumpy sunshine vibe.

The first sunlight peeked into Sabine and yours shared apartment, giving the kitchen a warm golden glow. You were already up, humming softly to yourself as you rummaged through the cabinets, searching for something quick to eat. Despite it being so early in the day, you were already full of energy, something that always baffled and maybe slightly annoyed Viper.

Speaking of the devil, she appeared in the doorway, her dark hair still slightly messy from sleep, and wearing a simple black robe that always suited her perfectly no matter how often you have seen her in it. Her sharp green eyes immediately found you, and she let out a soft sigh.

“Do you ever properly sleep?” she muttered, making her way to the coffee machine.

You spun around with a grin, holding up a box of cereal. “Good morning, Love! And yes, I slept great. Isn’t it a beautiful day?”

She raised an eyebrow, her expression bordering on doubtful as she poured water into the coffee maker. “It’s barely morning. How are you already this... chipper?”

You shrugged, completely unfazed by her grumpiness. “I dunno. It's just a natural gift I have, I guess. Want some cereal?”

“No,” she replied curtly, grabbing her mug and waiting for the coffee to brew. Her patience was obviously thin, her foot tapping against the tile floor as the machine worked at its slow, agonizing pace.

“Why not?” you teased, leaning against the counter beside her. “Cereal is the breakfast of champions! Look at this, brightly colored, sugary goodness, and it takes, like, two seconds to make. Can’t beat that.”

“I’ll stick with coffee,” she said, casting you a side glance.

You grinned at her, scooping a handful of cereal straight from the box and popping it into your mouth. “Suit yourself, but you’re missing out.”

When her coffee finally finished brewing, she poured a cup and took a slow, deliberate sip, her shoulders now visibly relaxing. ���Much better,” she murmured.

“See? Even you have your soft spots,” you teased.

She narrowed her eyes at you over the rim of her mug but didn’t respond. Instead, she went to sit at the small table in the kitchen. You followed her, bowl of cereal in hand, and plopped into the seat across from her.

“What?” she asked, her tone flat but not unkind.

“Just enjoying the view,” you said with a cheeky grin, eating another spoonful of cereal.

Her lips twitched, as if fighting a smile. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you keep me around,” you shot back, leaning your chin on your hand as you watched her.

She took another sip of coffee, her gaze meeting yours. “Don’t remind me.”

Despite her words, there was an obvious warmth in her eyes, a softness she reserved only for you in moments like this. The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the room filled with nothing but the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of your spoon against the bowl.

It was peaceful, these slow mornings together with her were always your favorite. And though Viper would never admit it aloud, she loved them just as much as you did.

Later That Day

You were seated in the Valorant Protocol's training room, talking exitedly with everyone around you. Today’s sparring had been very successful, or at least, that’s how you saw it. Even with bruises forming on your arm and sweat dripping down your forehead, you couldn't stop chatting ,something that always brightened everyone's mood.

Viper, meanwhile, stood across the room, her arms crossed and her green eyes narrowed as she watched you laugh at something Phoenix had said. You weren’t oblivious to her presence, but you were, unfortunately, oblivious to the way her jaw clenched whenever Phoenix leaned closer to you, his smile a bit too wide for her liking.

“Good spar, yeah?” Phoenix nudged your shoulder, his tone playful.

You nodded enthusiastically. “You were amazing out there! That one move you did at the end? Crazy stuff, Phoenix!”

“Aw, you’re gonna make me blush, mate,” he said with a wink.

Behind him, Viper’s fingers curled slightly. A faint green mist escaped the vents of her gauntlet, her irritation manifesting almost uncontrollably. Killjoy, standing nearby, nudged her subtly.

“Relax, Viper." Killjoy whispered, smirking. “They don’t even realize Phoenix is flirting.”

“That’s the problem,” Viper muttered under her breath. She straightened her posture and began making her way toward you.

You were still grinning at Phoenix, completely unaware of the subtle way he was trying to charm you. “Honestly, I don’t know how you keep your cool in those situations. I’d be a mess!”

“Maybe I could teach you a thing or two,” Phoenix said, leaning in slightly closer.

Before you could respond, a shadow fell over the two of you. “Phoenix,” Viper’s voice was smooth and cold “do you mind? I need a word with them.”

Phoenix blinked, his loosing confident demeanor for a second. “Uh, yeah, sure. Catch you later, sunshine,” he said, shooting you one last grin before retreating.

“Sunshine?” Viper echoed, her tone full with disdain as she stepped closer to you. Her sharp gaze bore into you, making your cheerful smile falter slightly.

“Huh? Oh, it’s just a nickname,” you said with a laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “I guess I’m always smiling, so it makes sense, right?”

Viper didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied you, her expression unreadable, though her lips were pressed into a thin line. After a moment, she spoke again. “You’re too trusting.”

You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Phoenix,” she said simply, her voice filled with annoyance. “He was flirting with you.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No, he wasn’t! He’s just being friendly.”

Viper’s eyebrow twitched, and she let out a quiet, unconvinced laugh. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

You frowned, genuinely perplexed. “See what?”

Her frustration finally bubbled to the surface. “You’re oblivious. He wasn’t just being friendly; he was trying to charm you. And judging by the way you encouraged him, it was working.”

It clicked then, the tension in her voice, the way she’d been watching you all afternoon, the sharpness in her words. Your confusion quickly changed into amusement, and a mischievous smile spread across your face.

“Oh my God,” you said, feigning surprise. “Are you jealous?”

Viper’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You are!” you teased, stepping closer to her. “Sabine, are you worried that I’d pick Phoenix over you?”

Her gaze flicked to yours, a moment of vulnerability crossing her features before she masked it with her usual demeanor. “I’m not worried. I’m annoyed. There’s a difference.”

You couldn’t resist the urge to push just a little further. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly in disbelief. “You’re impossible.”

You reached out, gently taking one of her gloved hands in yours. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you could feel the tension in her body dissappearing. “Hey,” you said softly, your teasing tone replaced by sincerity. “You don’t have to be jealous. I’m not interested in Phoenix, or anyone else for that matter. Just you.”

Her eyes searched yours, as if trying to gauge your honesty. When she found no trace of deceit, her shoulders relaxed slightly. “You have a strange way of showing it,” she muttered, though her voice had lost its edge.

“I didn’t even know he was flirting!” you protested, laughing. “But maybe I’ll start paying more attention… if it means I get to see this side of you more often.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint hint of a smirk on her lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” you said, leaning up to press a peck on her lips. Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up her neck, but she didn’t pull away.

“Maybe,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But if you ever call me cute again, you’ll regret it.”

You grinned, your sunshine like smile showing through once more. “Sure, Sabine. Whatever you say.”

From the corner of the room, Killjoy and Raze exchanged a knowing look, grinning as they witnessed the grumpy and sunshine duo in all their glory.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

Love your cypher fics, I read through all of them <3 esp ur sex pollen fic which i was wondering…could you do a version where cypher is the one affected by the pollen and reader has to help him out👀thank you!!

HEHEHE YES YES

What If? (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: “Desperate Measures” but Cypher is the one who gets hit by the pollen ;)

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1875

Warnings: p in v sex, unsafe sex, vaginal fingering, creampie

Notes: I absolutely love writing desperate Cypher, it’s my favorite

A… plant?

A rather large one, too, like an overgrown venus flytrap, seated inside a pot that was unenclosed. Just as he prepared to take a step closer, determined to identify it, the plant reacted before he could. It opened its “mouth,” angling itself towards him, then released a burst of particles from its maw.

Cypher threw one arm over his face, letting out a stunned yelp as he fell back. A chair tipped over as he did so, and a moment later, he heard your hurried footsteps across the floor as you entered the room.

He turned to see you standing there, and his heart dropped. “Cover your mouth! Now!”

You covered your mouth, coughing as the pollen surrounded you in a cloud, then dissipated. “Shit,” you muttered. “What happened?”

Cypher didn’t answer, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the room before shutting the door behind him. Out in the hall, he let out a cough, testing his lungs. The smell of the plant was overpowering, and his body was growing frighteningly warm. The feverish heat spread through him, burning under his clothes, and he could already feel himself starting to sweat.

No, he thought, panicked. No, it can’t be affecting me. My mask should have protected me.

He turned towards you hurriedly. “Are you okay? Did you breathe in any of—any of—”

His mouth felt numb all of a sudden, his throat drying and his vision blurring slightly as his eyes fell on you. You seemed to be fine; unaffected by the pollen. You were standing there, expression rife with concern, but all he could focus on was your lightly flushed face and your soft, plump lips. He looked you up and down, taking in the shape of you—your gorgeous curves, supple breasts emphasized by your tight shirt, your lovely hands reaching out for him—and his cock twitched to life in his pants. His legs buckled and he fell to his knees before you.

“Sokar,” he choked out. Fuck. He didn’t understand what was happening to him; all he knew was that he needed you.

Your eyes widened, and you dropped to his level, touching the sides of his mask tentatively. “What’s wrong?” you asked fearfully. “What is it? Do you—do you feel sick, or something?”

The moment he felt your hands on his face, Cypher thought he would pass out. He melted into your touch, groaning as his cock hardened even more. “I feel…” He reached for one of your wrists, taking your hand and running it over his covered mouth. “I need you,” he uttered. “ Habibti. ”

You gave him a stunned look, mouth falling open in bewilderment. “C-Cypher?”

He grunted, fighting to free himself from his coat, from some of the oppressive heat taking over him. Once he’d gotten it off, he tossed it aside, crawling closer to you. “My girl,” he rasped. “I-I need you. Right now.”

You inched back just a bit, blushing madly. “What—what are you talking about?” you asked meekly. “Did the plant do this to you? A-Are you okay?”

Oh, his sweet, caring girl, so shy, so worried about him. He wanted to ravage you.

Cypher pinned you to the floor, removing his mask and pulling up the protective layer over his mouth. “Let me have you, habibti, ” he murmured, aching with a violent need he’d never felt in his life. “Kiss me, please. I need you.”

Your lashes fluttered, your eyes darting back and forth from his own to his lips. “R-Right now?” you stammered. “Are you—but—what about the mission?”

A tiny voice in the back of his head seemed to know what you were talking about, but Cypher pushed it down, incapable of caring at the moment. He ran his hands up your sides, rubbing you through the thin material of your shirt. He wanted to rip your clothes off and feast on you.

“Please,” he breathed, brushing his lips over yours. He needed you like air, but he wouldn’t do anything without your permission. He couldn’t. “ Please. I’m sorry, I can’t—can’t take it—”

To his utter relief, you kissed him just then, and he was set ablaze. He drove his tongue into your mouth, tasting it, needing to claim every inch of it. He sucked on your lip and you moaned for him, sending more blood to his suffering cock. He moaned back as he ground himself between your legs, breaking off from the kiss to lick and bite along your jaw. Fuck, you were perfect, writhing beneath him and spilling soft whines into his ears. He wanted more, as much as you could give him, and he couldn’t resist slipping his hand under your pants, searching for your wet core.

Cypher found it quickly, moving your panties to the side with one finger, then slid it straight through your already-slick folds. You whimpered and squirmed as he burrowed as deep as he could, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. “Cry for me, habibti, ” he coaxed, sucking on your pulse point. “I need this pretty cunt. I need it now. ”

“Oh God, Amir,” you whined, squeezing around his finger. “Please…”

You reached down, fumbling blindly with your belt, and Cypher was all too eager to help you. He withdrew his finger to unbuckle your belt and force your pants down, dragging your sodden panties along with them. He freed his cock, then, lining himself up, he hitched your thighs around his waist and guided his leaking head to your entrance.

When he plunged inside of you, you wailed, and for a second, he was afraid he’d hurt you. “Are you—o-okay?” he managed to ask, struggling to speak coherently with your pussy strangling him.

Your answering cry was so pitiful, he nearly came on the spot. “Yes,” you gasped, throwing your head back. “It’s just—hot. You’re—b-burning up—”

Cypher felt a sharp pang of guilt, lowering his head to nuzzle your cheek. “I-I’m sorry, dear,” he murmured. He rubbed his face against yours, overwhelmed with the need to be close to you, to feel you. “You’re being so good for me, my girl… I love you…”

You looked up at him in surprise, eyes glazed with lust, and let out a whimper, clawing at the front of his shirt. “Fuck—I-I love—love you too, Amir—”

“Sweetheart,” he groaned. “Please…” One hand still supporting himself, he used his free one to roll your shirt up your chest, exposing your bra. He reached underneath the fabric to cup your breast, rolling your nipple under his thumb, and you cried out loudly. Oh, your sounds were music to his ears. “That’s it, my love,” he cooed, kissing your collarbone. “You feel so good… so fucking good…”

Cypher trailed kisses down your skin, lavishing all the softest spots he knew you loved. When he reached your nipple, he did not hesitate to wrap his lips around it and suck, and the moan you released drove him wild. He’d never felt so desperate, so horribly, deliciously aroused, and he could barely last a minute longer.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, yanking a trail of saliva from it as he crashed his mouth into yours again. “ Ghzâla, ” he moaned into your mouth, kneading your breasts with greedy, unrestrained fingers. Blood pumping, ears ringing, he could hardly think at all; all he knew was that he was going to cum, and it was going to be inside of you. If he pulled out of you now, he thought he might die.

“ Amir, ” you whimpered, your soft hands on his chin, his cheeks. Your touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through him with even the lightest of caresses; it was intoxicating. “Please, fuck —”

Oh, he couldn’t take this. It was too fucking good. “ Sokar, ” he panted, ready to burst like a dam. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“Yes.” You nodded frantically. “A-Amir— please, oh—”

Cypher, in his ravenous state, had a filthy, dangerous thought. “Do you want my baby, habibti? ” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “Do you want me to fuck you full of my cum?”

He hadn’t known what to expect, but the way you whined for him sent him brought him right to his precipice. “Oh fuck,” you moaned out. “Yes, yes. G-Give me a baby, Amir, oh, please, please! ”

Just like that, you shoved him right over the edge. Cypher let out a guttural groan as his orgasm ripped through him, your pussy milking everything he had from him. He shuddered, and all of a sudden his body was cooling, that sickly heat dulling to the heat one might feel after an ordinary jog. He pulled himself out of you without thinking, slumping back onto his knees.

What… the fuck… just happened?

“Amir?”

Cypher blinked, allowing his vision to clear. You had sat up a little from where you were lying on the floor, shirt bunched up over your half-exposed chest and pants all the way down to your ankles. He shook his head, realizing with horror what he’d just done.

The plant. It could have only been the plant. It had possessed him, turned into some kind of animal, made him defile you on the floor of this facility—in the middle of a mission, no less. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“ Lhwa, ” he cursed silently. “Fuck, fuck. I’m so—so sorry.” He inched towards you, looking you over wildly. “Are you alright?” Had he hurt you, in his madness? There was a little bruising on your thighs where he’d gripped you, but other than that, he couldn’t seem to find anything serious. When he saw the clear fluid oozing from your swollen lips, however, his stomach turned.

He’d done that. He’d cum inside you.

“Amir.” Your voice brought him back to you. “I’m—I’m okay,” you reassured him, sitting up all the way. You reached into your pockets, searching for something, and it hit him. He found a scrap of fabric in the pocket of his coat and handed it to you without hesitation.

“For—for—that,” Cypher said, shame and regret threatening to eat him alive. “Sweetheart, I—it was—”

“The plant,” you finished for him, using the fabric to clean yourself as best as you could. “I-I know. It’s okay. Something came over you; I could tell.��

He was relieved to hear that you’d at least known, but it did nothing to take away his guilt. “I’m so sorry,” he uttered. “Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to—at a time like this, I—”

“I know.” You’d fixed your clothes, and were getting back on your feet. Extending a hand to him, you helped him up. “I promise I’m fine. What about you, though? How do you feel?”

Cypher stuffed his cock back into his pants, then hastily put his coat back on. “I-I’m alright,” he responded, a little shakily. “A bit disoriented, but… not feverish anymore.”

You gave him a smile of relief. “Good,” you said. “Listen, I—I know we need to talk about this, but we’ve gotta get back to the mission. Let’s keep moving, okay?”

There were hundreds of thoughts running through Cypher’s mind, so many things he wanted to say to you, but he knew you were right. He nodded. “Okay,” he said, reaching for his gun. “Right. Let’s go.”

[kxxxyy]

more Deadlock x reader plss😫🙏

im living for my deadlock fans because i feel like there ARENT ENOUGH OF US

pairing: deadlock x reader

notes: just some headcanons i’ve been messing with, you and deadlock are on the battlefield. SFW!

🔒 Professional to the Core

• Deadlock keeps it strictly professional when the mission starts. She doesn’t coddle you, but you know she’s always got eyes on your position.

• Her voice over comms is calm, clipped, and precise—but you can hear the subtle change in tone when she’s talking to you versus the others.

“Sector clear. Move up, (Codename).”

“You okay?” (when no one else is listening)

🧠 Strategic Sync

• You two develop a seamless synergy: you move, she covers; you breach, she locks down the flank. You become a tactical duo that others quietly admire (and envy).

• You instinctively know how she wants to play the field—when to press, when to fall back, and when she’s baiting enemies into her traps.

• When someone asks how you coordinate so well, neither of you really answer. You just exchange a glance.

⚠️ When You’re in Danger

• If you’re hit, injured, or go radio silent, Deadlock switches gears instantly. Her cool demeanor cracks just slightly—but dangerously.

• “Where is (Y/N)?” becomes the sharpest demand on the comms.

• She’ll break formation if needed to get to you. Doesn’t care if the mission says otherwise.

“Hold the line without me. I’m getting them out.”

• When she finds you, she checks your wounds in complete silence. You know she’s furious—not at you, but at herself for letting it happen.

🧊 When She’s in Danger

• She won’t tell you she’s in trouble unless it’s unavoidable. But if you pick up on it—say, her health’s dipping or her traps are down—you run to her side.

• She might growl, “I had it handled,” but the flicker in her eyes says she’s relieved you came.

“Don’t get reckless for me.”

“Then don’t scare the hell out of me.”

💥 The Aftermath

• After a particularly brutal mission, you’ll find a quiet spot together—no words needed. She’ll remove your helmet, check you over for injuries with gentle hands.

• If there’s a moment to spare, she’ll rest her forehead against yours, armored gloves still smeared with dirt and ash.

“Still alive,” she mutters. “Good.”

• And if you’re both safe? She lets the tension melt off her shoulders and gives you the smallest, rarest smile—the kind she only shows you.

[seneitut]

“Love”

PT (1) PT (2) 

[Gekko/Reader] [Cypher/Reader]

Words: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, obsessive behaviour, sense of ownership, insane(?), yandere-ish(?)

How do they show their love? [Is it the epitome of extreme, or just dumb fools?]

Cypher: Family.

In his culture, family is the most important aspect in their lives. The ones to trust unconditionally and love infinitely, and those who will reciprocate his feelings throughout their whole lives with no regrets.

To Amir, his grandfather was his world.

An angry old cranky man was he, beating the crap out of intruders who dared disrespect the La Amari family and protecting what little land they still held against Kingdom's agents.

His grandfather had no powers nor weapons for the enemy to fear him—but it was of no need for this battle. La Amari's grandfather was a well-respected person that his own people feared him sometimes; because he gave what no one else could: hope, enough of a little spark to inspire others into being active in the fight against Kingdom and their thirst for power.

That alone was dangerous, and it kept Kingdom's agents on a tight leash to not cause a riot.

“Think about what will make you lose, instead of what will make you win”, is a piece of advice Amir will never forget.

And it was the last thing his grandfather taught him.

It was devastating losing him at such a young age when he had a future to hold onto, people to take and many to guide. But Amir accepted its fate, because no one can defy death and its destiny; continuing living his life by those beliefs and advice and not disregarding everything he’s learnt.

Then he met Nora, he fell deeply in love, and had his first child—every decision made, every move he took on life was calculated and thought before accomplishing it. Amir believed he had everything solved and paved until his very end, but nothing went according to his plan.

He was never able to figure out the plays of death, always one step ahead of him, and once again taking away everything that was important to him in one swift move.

Death wasn’t the culprit to his many misfortunes, though.

Imagine his surprise when he found out the same people who took Nora’s life were the same gang who murdered his grandfather many years ago. And later on, destroyed the rest of the lineage of La Amari.

The whole crimescene reeked from their trademark, unable to hold back and destroying everything on their way. It was a bloody mess, and the images of his family mangled and dead will remain grafted inside his brain for the rest of his life.

Amir believes that’s the moment where everything changed for him.

La Amari disappeared from the earth, he made sure of that, his family name was dead now and scrubbed from life. The only thing that will carry the memory is him, Cypher, in search of vengeance and answers.

But with time, everything changes its course of action and now Cypher is involved in what could be considered some sort of organization to save the world.

Funny how things evolve.

He meets new people, he learns a few things here and there, he gets fond of some kids, genius fellas they are, a techie and a walking bomb—Cypher takes everything in with open arms, but never without the advice resonating throughout his brain like an echo.

Think about what will make you lose.

Like a chant, he repeats the same sentence when meeting new agents or when deployed to missions. Cypher is the first to come up with solutions, the first to come with counterplans and always a step ahead of the enemy.

And then, like a rock thrown into a well, a disturbance is found.

You are a weird one, he thinks when meeting you for the first time, all smiles and sparky soul.

Jumping and talking non-stop, always a little sunshine to the youngsters but annoying to the core for the seniors.

It always seems to go on tangents when speaking with you, and Cypher likes things concise and straight to the point, so it is obvious to him that he doesn't find you amusing in the slightless.

Cypher doesn't care for you at first, treating you with less than affection and little patience when dealing with you. You are nothing in his life, just another agent and someone else he needs to keep his eye on.

And then, you matter, in more ways than he anticipated.

Because the moment the anniversary of his wife and kid's death comes around, Cypher spirals into a pit of depression he hasn't felt since the incident, digging himself into his own tomb inch by inch as punishment  and blaming himself for everything that hurted his loved ones.

And like a star shining in the dark room, beckoning him with the warmth and gentle touch, is when everything went to shit.

Because you, being the smart cookie you are, sympathized with him the moment you saw him break down and closed off to the world in panic.

You are not Nora, you don’t even resemble her in any aspect whatsoever, but his frivolous and conflicted brain twists your actions, your pure intentions, into something that he desperately thinks he needs.

Comfort.

Cypher sees in you an anchor for him and take advantage of, and you are so unaware of his intentions, so innocent and flustered so easily by his words, that you simply follow whatever he needs you to do.

An obedient little fella, a sweet young adult ready to help whoever needs it without regarding their own self. You follow him like a puppy inside the protocol, you shine brighter when he compliments you, you are so thirsty for his attention he never leaves you hanging with anticipation.

Cypher accepts then that you are what he needs now to fill his own wish and hole in his heart until he takes care of the bigger matters.

But to have you, he needs to think clearly; to own you, he needs to make his moves smartly.

Finding information about your background, your life, the people you mingle with and the lover you have is easy. Is like you're leaving this all for him to find on purpose, is like you know he's doing this to get you, and you're helping him.

And damn him! A surprise is what he finds amongst your files! A family member of the gang who destroyed his life, the gang who were hired by Kingdom to erase La Amari's lineage and conquer the little lands of Morocco. You! You were the key to everything to finally finish what his grandfather started many years ago!

Cypher is joyful, ecstatic, and so eager to take everything from them and, as a prize, keep you to himself.

And when he has everything he needs, he begins his game.

Is so easy. Breaking down their walls, breaking their security and their lackeys, is like a child's game when he realizes this is not a challenge.

Like chess, his moves are smart and calculated, and everything crumbles in front of their eyes.

Think about what will make you lose.

He makes the first move, killing the white's pawn.

Your friends are the first to fall. One by one, they die by his hands and his own methodological mind games to gain information regarding you and your family.

They plead for forgiveness, they ask him to leave you alone, but Cypher is quick to silence them forever.

Humming to himself, he moves his bishop to kill the white's knight.

That little partner of yours put up a struggle when he tried to kidnap them. It was not an easy task to have them under control, nor make them give you up to let them live another day.

Cypher was taken aback by their loyalty, surprised but eager that this might turn bloodier than he anticipated. 

Is funny, too, that despite having someone who loves you this deeply, you always look for Cypher. As if this person isn't enough to satisfy you. 

Cornering the white's queen was easy. 

Every obstacle was eliminated. Anything and anyone he considered might cross his path or make the situation difficult for his plans to move forward is no longer a threat to him, nor his objective.

Cypher fixes the pieces to their positions once he's finished, and in turn, clicks on a button of his surveillance set-up. 

The many screens light up with views from the cameras he has around the base and hidden away by simple eyes.

In one of them, he sees you walking down the hallway with quick steps, hurriedly making your way to Cypher's room.

He sees the determination in your expression, the fast pacing of your steps and in less than a minute you are at his door, huffing to catch your breath and eyes wandering around his room.

Your body language says everything he needs to know—from your shuffle in feet and avoidance to look him into his eyes. You are nervous, if not a little shy to confront him about something.

But he is patient, hands resting on his lap and legs crossed, awaiting for your words with eagerness.

“I like you,” you say, approaching him slowly and nervously rubbing your arms. “I like you a lot, Cypher.”

Unaware of his affairs, you inch closer and kneel in front of him, hands holding onto his and looking into his eerie blue eyes.

“Will you take me?” you ask.

Cypher smiles under his mask, a finger under your chin and gently caressing your lower lips with his thumb.

“But of course, my dear. You are mine now.”

He has won.

Gekko: Freedom.

Throughout his life, Mateo has always been considered a friendly person. 

Conversations here and there, making friends down the street, enamouring the grandladies next door who always gush over his cuteness and kindness as a little kid.

He's always been popular amongst the people surrounding him; a star shining brightly amongst others, a leader, a role model. Mateo is everything and all mothers wish for their kids to be when they grow up, for people to have as a friend, and for girls to want in their boyfriends.

But for him, none of it is of importance. Is irrelevant and pointless to praise him non-stop when he believes nothing of what they say.

Mateo only wishes he could be freed from all of this pressure and simply live his life as a normal teenage boy.

Having been born and raised by a single mother has been tough, with the many expectations put onto his shoulders and many accomplishments he felt the need to fulfill, Mateo never had the time to discover himself in this world but to wear the shoes of someone who is predetermined to succeed.

They expected him to be smart; so he would study non-stop, missing hours of sleep and time to be playing outside just to focus on his grades and reach the top results. They expected him to be kinder; to always share his things, to share his food, to share his money until he was broke just to please the rest of the world. 

They expected many things he despised, but Mateo never said no.

It was like a curse he self-inflicted and didn’t know how to get rid of, and as much as he tries to lash out or simply think to rebel and live like he wants, the nagging feeling of guilt eats him alive before he acts.

Giving up and accepting the façade he's created is the easiest path. He will stop struggling, he will come to terms with what he's chosen and just bear with it.

Mateo will have to live chained to this fate.

But then, he met his little crew. 

The one time he decides to do something for himself, he gets wrapped into the biggest catastrophe that has ever been; affecting everything and everyone in the world until there is nothing but himself and his new friends.

The shift they cause is what makes him decide to start being selfish.

They say when you meet death face-on you can never become the person you used to be. In his case, it meant leaving behind the cocoon of someone who pleased everyone in his surroundings and was finally feeling the metaphorical chains break him free.

Mateo breathes deeply when he comes to that realization, and it almost feels like the first time doing it.

And it gets better.

Because through Reyna is how he meets you.

You are stunning, amazing, funny, gorgeous—he’s running out of words to describe you!

Shaking his hand for the first time, he knows it has to be you. The one to complete his puzzle, the one to fill that empty space of his new life.

Mateo falls in love with you right there and then.

He never believed to have strong feelings for anything in life nor desires that he deeply wanted for himself except freedom— but you made him change his perspective as soon as you came into his life.

It was as if a door had been unlocked and all the suppressed emotions bursted without control, clouding his mind and getting overwhelmed with what he was feeling until there were no other thoughts but you.

You were the contender of his affections and desires now, and Mateo, in his sick twisted way of thinking, thought that you will have to belong to him as well.

Just like he claimed his crew to be his, despite them being sentient, just like he claimed back his life, and just like he got the courage to toss away everyone who crossed his path and denied him the opportunity to evolve into someone better—he is now going to claim you as his.

Nevermind that partner you had, nevermind Reyna eyeing him carefully after the exchange of pleasantries, dubious and concerned because of his unstable emotions; his focus was you, and you alone.

Blame it on the world, blame it on Kingdom, fuck, blame it on him for going to this lengths to make sure he had a chance.

Mateo has killed people before, the Valorant protocol trains them to have impeccable aim and be smart about their actions, so it is no wonder he could kill your partner in one clean shot the next day and hide the body for no one to find.

Many secrets bloomed from his action, but no regrets were found on his eerie smile nor empty hazel eyes when Reyna confronted him about it. Mateo had the upper hand, because he knew she wouldn't say a word—because despite being a cold-hearted person and having her judgment intact, she has a soft spot for him, and Mateo plans to abuse that for his goal.

It comes in handy with everything he taught himself when you look for someone to hold onto, crying and sobbing when your partner goes missing. 

Mateo acts empathetic, soothing your cries and assuring you he would never leave your side until you feel better. 

And it takes you a long time to move on. Deciding whether your partner abandoned you or simply decided to disappear from the world, Mateo's words bring a smile to your face every time he tries to soothe you, and your reactions are either flustered and nervous by the time he ends.

Flirting, teasing, and keeping you on your toes with his actions is his way to test the waters.

Mateo is eloquent when it comes to words and his ways of convincing, to make you trust him slowly and not only by baseless talking—is a long process, a tedious one where he needs to make sure everything is going according to what he needs.

He compliments everything you do, from what you wear to what you do.

He hovers over your mouth inches apart, breaths intermingling and lips barely touching until he suddenly pulls away, flustered and nervous, and makes excuses to promptly escape—and then you are left alone with a hammering heart and warm face, wondering whether Gekko has feelings for you or is he just simply shy.

Is like he’s toying with you, with purpose, with the need to see if you are going to break under the pressure he’s making you go through, or will he break first in desperation to have you for himself.

Because there is so much a man like him can tolerate.

But it doesn’t take long to know the answer.

When you breach the first barrier, and the second on the way, kissing him with fervor and passion, he knows he’s won.

Mateo reciprocates with the same sentiment, drowning in your lips and taste, with his heart full and desires fulfilled. He holds you tightly and without restrain, swinging you around with laughter and giddiness, deepening the kiss until you both are breathless in each other's arms.

When you confess you are in love with him, Gekko smiles, happy, and dips to claim your lips again.

This is what it means to have freedom.

[laneyslair]

intro post!

hey, my names laney and i go by she/they pronouns, just gotten back into writing fanfiction so drop me a request! here's the fandoms im in so you can get an idea of who ill write for, and what i like :)

fandoms and what i'll write for:

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music/bands

my chemical romance

fall out boy

panic! at the disco

eminem

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video games

valorant

genshin impact

cod (specific to mw)

danganronpa 1,2,3

detroit become human

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tv/anime

house md

haikyuu

my hero academia

big mouth

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RULES FOR REQUESTS!!

-i won't write anything illegal, eg, r*pe, m*urder, or underrage shit

-i won't write anything for characters/people i don't know much about, as my writing won't be as good

-you get the gist, no weird shit :p

[zaewriteshere]

No actions without Consequences

AO3 Link

After the incident at the Everett-Linde Research Facility, you were tasked among many others to figure out what truly happened there.

You had been on that case ever since.

As you were technically on a break from it, Paris came under fire from Omega Earth, and you had your first encounter with the Valorant Legion.

Thankfully, the Valorant Protocol came into the rescue, among them someone you would recognise from a mile away ; your childhood best friend, Vincent Fabron.

Just what was going on here ?

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You let out a frustrated sigh when your call was declined once again.

Was he really that busy ?

For once, you were in the area, taking a break from your years-long case.

You didn’t think you needed it, but unfortunately for you, your boss thought otherwise.

So, you went back to Paris, catching yourself looking forward to having the opportunity to spend some time with your childhood best friend, Vincent Fabron.

The fact that you had the longest standing crush on him to date was part of the reason why you were somewhat happy.

Apparently, he didn’t miss you as much as you did, if your repeated missed calls during the past few days were of any indication.

Ignoring the pang of sadness that overcame you, you put your phone face down on the table and took a bite of your croissant, staring blankly at the Eiffel Tower.

Your mind wandered immediately towards the topic of your investigation, the Everett-Linde Research Facility.

You went over the clues, facts, and timeline once again, for the nth time.

You had repeated that same process more than you had the courage to admit.

Once again, glaring issues arose ; some parts of the camera recordings were straight up missing, how everything was going smoothly until that fatal moment…

You groaned, banging your head on the table as you remembered that you were on vacation.

You took the last bite of your viennoiserie as you finished your coffee, and exited the café with a small smile and wave to the cashier.

Just as the door closed, you heard screams of panic as well as gunshots.

Immediately on high alert, you pulled out your phone to call the police, running against the crowd to get as close to the origin of the mayhem without risking your life.

You really wished you were in uniform right now.

It would’ve prevented at least some of the headache of investigating.

You pointed to the civilians still behind the path to safety, and just as you were about to resume your chase, you heard someone fall and cry out.

A kid.

You looked back and discerned an alarming amount of figures that clearly had rifles, running towards you.

Some of them aimed at you, some at the child on the ground.

There was an alleyway behind you that you knew you could go to and avoid the oncoming fire. 

You wouldn’t have time to get the kid without risking injury.

Your decision was made as you dashed towards the young civilian, taking them into your arms and running towards the safe spot, hissing and ducking as bullets scraped you.

You put them down, assessing them.

Besides a handful of minor injuries, they seemed to be fine.

“Can you walk ?” You asked, meeting their terrified gaze. They nodded, their limbs shaking. “Run,” You ordered, and you didn’t have to tell them twice as they scrambled away.

It’s only then that you realised that your shoulder was hurt, the adrenaline going down just a bit. You mumbled a jumble of curses, aware that there was a high chance whoever was running towards you would continue their chase.

You had to be quick and deadly then, you told yourself as numerous quick paced footsteps approached your location.

You were about to jump the closest one, but froze as your eyes met.

“V ?” You breathed, and he looked as stunned as you were. 

More gunshots, and you saw the glint of a scope aiming right at you.

You jumped your best friend, making him hit the ground with a grunt as the bullet whistled by you.

More bullets were shot, and what you assumed were his allies began suppressive fire, leaving you enough time to get off him and help him up.

A million questions were running through your mind, but you knew this wasn’t the time to voice any of them.

Quickly, you duck behind a car for cover, assessing the situation.

You were missing a ton of context, and you desperately needed more information to decide the best course of action.

You glanced towards your friend, who seemed to be listening to some comms. 

Whatever was happening, it was coordinated. 

You met gazes, and his eyes trailed to your injured shoulder.

They widened a bit before he was quick to interject whatever the person on the other side of the line was saying.

“Civilian injury. One of us has to stay behind to make sure that they can make it out,” He announced, breaking eye contact.

Right. He didn’t know.

And this wasn’t the time to open that can of worms, so you stayed silent.

You looked across the road, your glance catching the faces of who you assumed were Vincent’s allies. 

The shots drew closer.

“V,” You started, effectively grabbing his attention. “If you explained to me what’s happening, maybe I can help,” You said, determined.

You had to make sure that you were on the right side, too, but you didn’t voice that.

A beat passed where you saw the hesitation on his features clear as day.

He sighed.

“Terrorist attack,” He answered. “We’re trying to mitigate the damages,” He continued, readjusting the grip on his rifle. 

It was your turn to sigh.

“After this shit is over, you owe me a proper explanation,” You ordered, your gaze hard.

He averted his eyes with a slight nod.

“I can fend for myself,” You announced as his head whipped towards you. “I’ll hold them off, you do whatever you gotta do,” You said, already coming up with a plan of action.

“I can’t allow you to do that,” He retorted, as if you were insane for even offering. Maybe you were. “You don’t even have a weapon,” He insisted, his worry for you clear. 

“Then give me one,” You replied, finally glancing at him.

After a small staring contest, he must’ve seen something in you that reassured him.

Handing you his vandal and ammunition, you nodded as you looked into the magazine. 

“As soon as you’re clear, head to those coordinates,” He explained, sending you a quick message. “You do not have to kill, just slow them down. Stay safe,” He ordered, and you shook your head in affirmation, not looking at him. “Hey, eyes on me,” He ordered, and you did as told. “Promise me you will not endanger your life needlessly,” He begged, his whole body language tense.

“Promise,” You replied, and he relaxed ever so slightly.

And so, he and his friends left you to be as you opened fire, grabbing the attention of the terrorists. 

Bullets flew around you, and you managed to injure and even take down some of them.

One that looked like a spitting image of Vincent somehow closed the gap between the two of you, knocking you down as his handgun was aimed at your skull.

“Protecting the one responsible for the Everett-Linde incident ? How disappointing,” He said, his voice full of disdain. 

Thankfully, the duplicate had the same build as your best friend, which meant you managed to make him lose his balance by kicking his chin and you escaped, your mind racing with even more questions and even less answers.

You went to the rendezvous point, out of breath.

You had run all the way, taking too many turns in hopes of losing the terrorists.

Seeing as nobody was around, you figured you succeeded.

You sat down on the ground, hissing at the throbbing pain in your shoulder, instinctively bringing your other hand to it and applying pressure on the injury. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to see numerous figures emerging, one of them being Vincent…

You think.

Pointing your weapon at him, the others were quick to point theirs at you as your “friend” held his hands up.

“Show me your chin,” You asked calmly, and he tilted his head up, no signs of injuries there. He had other cuts and bruises, though.

You put the gun down, a sigh of relief escaping you.

The others did much the same, glancing at the Frenchman. 

“Let’s wait for the Vulture and get you checked out,” He announced, his features overrun with concern.

Right, you did start to feel the effects of blood loss.

As you got up, a dizzy spell overcame you, and you almost fell to the ground.

He had caught you, silently putting you on his back as your chin rested on his trapeze. 

You struggled to keep your eyes open, and you managed to for a while… You imagined.

The last thing you registered before passing out completely was the sound of a helicopter approaching.

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You awoke in an unfamiliar and sterile room, your head and shoulder throbbing. 

You groaned, the memories of what had happened flooding back.

The words of your best friend’s duplicate resonated in your mind. 

You looked around you, and thankfully, nobody was there.

There didn’t appear to be any cameras either, so you pulled out your phone, opening the encrypted files.

You had to get to the bottom of this.

If only to fact check his words.

Unfortunately, just as you entered the last password, the door opened and closed. 

Turning off your phone and putting it beside you face down, you turned your attention to whoever entered the room.

Among the familiar faces, you saw Vincent’s.

You relaxed just a bit, knowing that you weren’t alone in this mess, before remembering that he was one of the prime suspects now.

After a bit of back and forth, they revealed that the attack was made by the mirrored version of our reality, called Omega Earth.

They had attempted to steal Radianite, this time extending more resources towards this end.

At the end of the explanation, the one who presented himself as Brimstone spoke ;

“You don’t seem surprised at all,” He commented, arching an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest.

“No,” You confirmed, choosing your next words carefully. “I was already aware of Omega Earth, following the incident of Everett-Linde,” You announced, scanning the crowd slowly.

Your best friend had a look of pure panic and dread at your confession, but he quickly recovered.

Not quick enough, though.

Your heart clenched as you went into “work” mode.

Not letting any more emotions be shown involuntarily. 

“How did you come around this information ?” The one named Viper questioned, her eyes squinting.

“I have my sources,” You answered vaguely. 

You knew you only appeared as more suspicious.

You couldn’t be bothered to care, however.

You knew what you had to do next, but you honestly didn’t want to.

“Is that everything ? I’d like to rest if that’s okay, my headache is killing me,” You asked, and it was true ; your head was arguably hurting even more than when you had woken up.

They nodded, leaving you to be, not without giving you one last glance, besides Vincent.

They could’ve at least tried not to be so openly distrustful, you thought. 

Once in the clear, you went back to your phone, re-entering the passwords and combing through the evidence one last time.

As you watched the camera footage frame by frame, you noticed at the edge of the screen what you recognised to be one of your childhood friend’s inventions.

His teleporter.

A while later, his Tour de Force was seen before the footage cut, just the tip of it.

Such small details that if you weren’t actively looking for it, you wouldn’t have caught it.

And you didn’t, until now.

For all of those years…

You felt a multitude of emotions passing through you, none that you could give space to breathe, much less process. 

You sat there in silence as you stared at your device, your hands shaking.

After a while, you got up from the bed and turned off your phone, heading towards the exit.

You got out of the infirmary, your eyes scanning for him.

You didn’t even know what name to give him, what status he had.

Finding who you were looking for, you walked up to him, ignoring the fact that he was chatting with another agent as you called his name.

“Vincent,” You said, and you saw him freeze as he turned around, worry filling his eyes.

You never called each other your full names, always opting for shortened versions.

The only times you did were an indication that the situation was to be taken very seriously.

“The research facility,” You started, and his eyes widened. “Everett-Linde,” You clarified, as if you needed to do that. “To what extent were you involved in the incident ?” You interrogated, your voice surprisingly even. 

Your wording was accusatory.

You saw that it made a few heads turn to your direction out of the corner of your eyes.

Your gaze however, was firmly trained on the man in front of you, watching as his expression changed numerous times.

From shock, to panic, to anger, to sadness, and now guilt.

The silence stretched out.

“Answer me,” You ordered, your voice like ice.

A small part of you was praying for you to be wrong.

“I, along with my mirrored version, triggered the breakdown of the facility,” He confessed, and you heard a few gasps arise. 

You couldn’t help your next move, your mask of professionalism cracking.

You slapped him with all of your might.

It resonated against the walls, making him take a few steps to catch his balance as he brought a shaking hand to his injured cheek, his head turned away from you.

You wanted to scream at him.

To insult him, to make him understand just how much he fucked up.

How you couldn’t see him as a friend now, how you couldn’t trust him.

You did none of that.

“Vincent Fabron, you are under arrest for mass murder,” You announced, pronouncing each word slowly in an attempt to ground yourself.

“What is going on here ?” You heard Brimstone’s voice call out, but you didn’t glance at him, your gaze fixed on the man you were arresting.

“I’m arresting him,” You answered and you could clearly see the small tears rolling down his cheeks, his glasses long gone from the impact of your hand.

He didn’t look at you though, didn’t even change his head’s position.

“Under what jurisdiction ?” He questioned, his tone changing to be even more authoritative.

“International criminal law,” You replied, cursing that you didn’t bring any of your items with you.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” He retorted, and you finally glanced at him. 

“Are you preventing me from doing my job ?” You asked incredulously, stunned.

“I’m saying that you will not get out of here with him,” He stated, taking big strides towards you.

You didn’t move. 

Soon enough, he was in your personal space.

“Are you threatening me ?” You arched an eyebrow, making eye contact.

“I don’t make threats, I make promises,” He said without missing a beat.

You looked around the room, feeling the Radianite crackling.

You weren’t one to back down.

Not when you knew you were in the right.

You were always one to try against all odds, which is why you were even assigned this case in the first place.

This time though, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

Maybe it was the betrayal, maybe it was the fact that he still didn’t move his head to look anywhere, as if he wasn’t really present.

Either way, you felt your mask crack just a bit more as you gritted your teeth.

“Alright then,” You conceded. “Let’s talk,” You said, and you felt the energy in the room slowly dissipate.

“Follow me,” Ordered the agent that you realised was ex K-Sec, if his uniform was anything to go by.

As he turned and started to walk away, you found yourself hesitating, fighting the urge to look back at Vincent.

You clenched your fists as you forced yourself to take the first step, the next one coming more easily to you, and so on and so forth.

You were guided into a remotely situated room, and you took a seat, Brimstone sitting in front of you.

You knew there was another person in the room, but didn’t comment on it.

“Who do you work for ?” He questioned, his eyes firm.

Not leaving room for any other answers than the truth.

You didn’t answer, your silence a challenge.

“We will find out, you know,” A new voice spoke, and you heard something akin to a coin being played around with. “Just make our jobs easier and tell us right now,” He continued, and you saw two glowing eyes focusing on you from one of the dark corners of the room.

You unfortunately had to take those words at face value.

“The IICI,” You replied, studying their body language for any shift.

You found none.

“Why arrest him now ?” Brimstone asked, hiding his mouth between his joined hands, while his elbows were resting on the table.

“Didn’t know it was him until a few moments ago,” You admitted, your eyes trained on him.

“Does anyone else know about this discovery ?” The man with the glowing eyes followed up.

You didn’t like where this was going.

“No,” You answered truthfully. “But if you were to get rid of me, my disappearance will certainly alert my colleagues and superiors,” You added, which the voice chuckled creepily.

“We wouldn’t want that, do we now ?” He stated rhetorically. 

“Drop the charges,” Requested the man with the beret. 

“You know as well as I do that I can’t do that,” You replied, squinting.

“What if you heard the reasoning behind said crime ?” The one in the shadow spoke, finally stepping into the light. “You’re attached to him, yes ? You know as well as we do that he wouldn’t do such a thing without a good motive,” He continued, and you cursed him for pulling at your heart strings.

For seeing right through you.

For being right.

You felt your mask crack some more, your hands starting to shake.

“Fine,” You said, your voice cracking. You cleared your throat. “Bring him here,” You agreed, and both of them relaxed at your words.

They got out, and you were left alone with your thoughts.

Your mind was running in circles, the facts torturing you.

The sound of the door opening and closing got you out of your spiralling.

Vincent didn’t even dare to glance at you as he wordlessly took the seat in front of you, his eyes glued to the table.

He sniffled, and you noticed the cheek was swollen.

You didn’t like his behaviour.

You wanted him to fight you, to vehemently prove his innocence to you, or at the very least, to shout at you his motives.

It was as if he had accepted his fate and his friends – and a part of you alongside them – were fighting a losing battle.

The anger that you already felt only rose at this realisation.

“Your friends are trying to make me drop the charges, y’know. Their argument was that you had a reason for committing that atrocity,” You announced, cursing how your voice shook. “You’re not doing a good job at justifying yourself,” You commented, and you couldn’t help the bitterness slipping through.

No reaction.

It made you even more upset.

“I guess we were wrong for believing in you, then,” You observed, and you saw him freeze. “To believe that you had a reason, that you wouldn’t just agree to do that shit without a second thought,” You continued, and you felt your mask crumble away as your lips trembled and your vision became blurry. “That you’re not a heartless killer,” You whispered, your voice breaking.

You shakily wiped away the tears escaping your eyes, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

You couldn’t help your mind attempting to come up with a loophole to save his stupid ass. 

You cursed yourself for even thinking about it.

“The least you could do is look me in the eyes,” You commented, sorrow becoming anger. “Do I really mean that little to you ?” You asked, baffled, shaking your head in disbelief.

For the first time since you slapped him, he reacted by slowly shaking his head.

“You mean more than I could possibly express,” He croaked out, his voice so broken.

You���ve seen him at low points in his life, helping them through it.

This wasn’t like any other.

“Then talk to me,” You surprised yourself by begging, feeling another set of tears well up.

You reached out your hand, then stopped, bringing it back to your body.

It didn’t escape him.

“He told me that it would have a domino effect on both of our world’s dooms,” He revealed, sighing. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a shallow laughter escaping his lips. “Told me we could prevent it by destroying the facility with everyone in it,” He continued, his voice breaking. 

He finally met your gaze, and the sheer hurt and guilt that was written all over his features made your heart throb.

“If there was any other way, trust me, I wouldn’t have chosen this path,” He finished, his voice akin to a whimper.

“Why…” You started, barely keeping control of your own feelings. “Why didn’t you tell me ?” 

“To tell you what ?” He retorted, more aggressive than he meant to, if you could trust the way he slouched right afterwards. “I couldn’t just tell you I committed mass murder,” He croaked, bringing a shaking hand to his face. “Look at us now, that same confession is tearing us apart,” He commented, his lips shaking. “I couldn’t – can’t – lose you,” He admitted, a sob escaping him.

You wanted nothing more than to comfort him.

Your body was just frozen in place, your thoughts too incoherent to voice any of them.

“So many times I’ve wanted to tell you,” He continued, taking your silence as disapproval. “I have many things I want to confess to you, not just that. The VP included, as well,” He continued, his voice growing in desperation. 

His hand reached out across the table, slow and hesitant, before he stopped halfway through.

The hand remained there.

The lump in your throat only grew.

You fought yourself to open your mouth and say anything.

So you did.

“Now sounds like the right time,” You encouraged, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t know where this was going.

You were scared to find out, if you were honest.

He took a deep breath, his hand leaving his face.

“I love you,” He announced, his intense gaze making your heart skip a beat. “I’ve always loved you, since the day we met back in kindergarten,” He continued, seeing something in you that encouraged him. “It didn’t matter who I was dating, sleeping with, my heart would only yearn for you. It was suffocating, especially when you dated around, too,” He admitted, his pace quickening. His eyes became watery. “I only wish I could’ve told you in different circumstances,” He added, his voice soft.

You searched his features for any lie.

Because honestly, you couldn’t believe your own ears.

He took your silence as a rejection, and his body language shifted in a way that told you he expected as much.

Out of panic and pure instinct, you took his hand, the gesture surprising both of you.

You were feeling too many things at once, not finding the ability to say any of your thoughts.

He figured as much, if his understanding gaze was anything to come by.

“We’ll get through this,” You promised, your voice shakier than you wanted it.

You squeezed his hand, reassuringly.

A silent sign that you had his back.

He was visibly surprised by your words, before relief washed over him and tears poured.

He nodded solemnly, saying “thank you” repeatedly, and if you had to be honest…

You didn’t know what he was thanking you for.

Probably too many things.

—

You had spent the remainder of your vacation in the Protocol’s HQ, getting accustomed to every member as you pulled together the evidence and prepared your case for the judges.

They were understandably wary of you at first, but after an endorsement from both Brimstone and Cypher – the one with the glowing eyes in the interrogation room – everybody had visibly relaxed.

Rumours of your shared history with Vincent quickly spread.

Despite their veracity, they were just that, rumours.

Least to say, the air around you when the both of you even just shared a room was almost suffocating for you.

The marksman had taken his distance, knowing full well that you needed time to process the large amount of news and revelations. 

On top of that, you had to remain as impartial as possible in the presentation of evidence, on top of carefully choosing the wording for his defence and motive.

You had to at least try to protect him.

You worked on it day and night, hardly ever coming out of your room, barely seen talking to anybody.

You had briefly wondered why they even kept you in the heart of their headquarters, before pushing the question away.

You had to focus.

You reached for the pot on your desk to pour yourself another serving of coffee before realising that it was empty. With a groan, you exited your room for the first time in what felt like weeks, making a bee-line for the kitchen.

The halls were weirdly empty, all lights off.

Was it the middle of the night ?

You guessed that you would have to be quieter, then.

You had to pass through the break room to go to the kitchen, and just as you approached it, you saw a familiar silhouette slouched on one of the armchairs.

You knew Vincent had the tendency to pull all nighters back in the day, much like what you were doing now, but you had thought he stopped doing so.

Either you were wrong in assuming so, or something was deeply upsetting him.

You had stopped walking when you were in front of him, trying to figure out what to say.

He just so happened to look up right as you formulated the words in your head, and your mind went blank.

He was a mess.

… You probably weren't looking so hot, either, now that you thought about it.

His eyes wandered between you and the emptied massive pot of instant coffee in your hands, and he frowned.

“You’re going to put that back, right ?” He croaked, the first words you spoke to one another since that day.

You bit your lips, shaking your head silently.

“I was actually going to get my refill,” You admitted, tearing your gaze away from him.

He breathed out your name, his tone filled with worry, shock, and a warning.

“How many hours have you slept today ?” He interrogated, and you knew this voice.

He wanted the truth, all of it.

“Maybe 5…” You started, then spoke again, your own voice small. “This week,” You cleared your throat, trying to be nonchalant.

At your words, he got up and took the pot from your weak grasp, and you could tell he was fuming.

You didn’t want to admit that you were doing this for him.

You knew how he would react.

He walked away from you, putting your prized possession back where it belonged, before coming back to you.

As your eyes met, you could tell he wanted to say and do oh so many things.

Instead, his gaze hardened.

“You’re going to sleep, now,” He ordered, not leaving any room for argumentation.

“Won’t be able to,” You confessed, your eyes staring at your feet.

If you were to go back to your room, you would just continue working until you passed out at your desk.

He sighed, taking your hand in his and guiding you to what you recognised was his room, and he got you on the bed, next to the wall. 

Your hand was still firmly in his possession.

“If you can’t sleep, at least rest your mind for a bit,” He announced, his voice still hard, but there was a softness and gentleness around the edges.

You just stared at each other in the darkness, your eyes exploring his features as if you were rediscovering him.

You stared at the markings that you had grown to appreciate, glistening softly.

Your eyes trailed to his cheeks, his skin looking paler than usual.

Naturally, your gaze rested on his lips, drawn in a thin line. 

You always wondered how they felt, how they tasted.

You shook the thought away, now wasn’t the time.

Finally, you stared into his eyes.

They were tired – exhausted – but attentive. Worried.

You saw it from his perspective ; the closest friend that he had all throughout his life finally got to know the one thing that was haunting him for years, not taking it well at all. 

On top of that, he had confessed his repressed feelings – something that he still didn’t get a proper answer to – and right afterwards, his best friend just barricaded themself away in a room for days on end.

When they finally emerged, he got to know that they weren’t taking care of themself at all.

Man, what a shitshow.

“I told you to rest your mind, not torture yourself with it,” He commented, a slight tease in his voice.

Your lips perked up for a moment.

At the softening of his gaze, it was the right reaction.

“I’m sorry,” You apologised, taking him aback. “I have not been fair to you since that day,” You explained, playing with the collar of your shirt. “I guess I was so focused on trying to protect you that I neglected repairing the relationship,” You admitted, sighing.

“Protecting me ?” He repeated, inching closer. He squeezed your hand briefly, making you look at him. “What do you mean ?” He enquired, and you knew you had fucked up.

There was no backing out now, you guessed.

“Been working on wrapping up the case, evidence, your confession, motives… Just, trying to make them loosen the verdict,” You said, and he froze, his entire body tensing up. “I don’t know if it’s going to work, given our… Relationship, but I at least got to try,” You spoke your words slowly, breaking eye contact.

“Let me get this straight,” He started, his tone clearly baffled. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone to protect me ? Me, the cause of such sorrows and heartbreaks, responsible for taking hundreds of people’s lives ?” He asked, searching your eyes for any lie.

He found none.

“Why ?” He asked, his voice soft and on the brink of breaking.

“Because I love you,” You blurted, surprising both of you with your sudden confession. You sighed. “I can’t just sit back while my fucking best friend risks life in prison for something he thought had no other options but to do,” You continued, your voice rising slightly. “I love you, V, I really fucking do. I can’t just watch you spend your life behind bars when I can do something about it,” You finished, seeing your vision blur.

You wanted nothing but to comfort him.

To cuddle with him and fall asleep, getting a full night’s rest for once.

But time was precious.

Unfortunately, Chamber would have none of that, as he scooped you closer to him, his arms wrapping around your body firmly as you let out quiet sobs.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried, rubbing your spine gently, comforting you.

Eventually, you fell asleep, exhaustion taking over your mind.

You woke up in the same bed, your best friend quietly watching over you.

“Good morning,” He greeted, and you had a faint smile.

“Morning, V,” You said, and it was his turn for his lips to perk up.

After staring into his eyes for a moment, you sat up on the bed, stretching.

“You need to take a day off,” He commented, frowning. “Weren’t you on vacation ?” He observed, arching an eyebrow.

“I will be on vacation for sure once the case’s closed,” You argued, and he sighed.

“We both know that’s a lie,” He objected, to which you had no answers. “Please, take the day off,” He was downright begging. “If not for yourself, then for me,” He insisted. “I missed you,” He admitted, his cheeks dusting a light pink.

You sighed, feeling yourself concede against your best judgement.

“Fine,” You agreed, falling back on the bed.

Immediately, your best friend started cuddling you once again.

You were no stranger to this behaviour, but you felt like it had another meaning after both of your confessions.

You wanted to clear the air, but you knew your relationship status would not help with your case, so you refrained.

You just sighed, content.

You hoped you wouldn’t regret this later.

“Stop thinking about work already,” He grumbled, flicking his fingers on your forehead playfully.

“Ow,” You say without really meaning it. You relaxed into his grasp still. “Alright,” You accepted, and he smiled.

He nodded in approval.

He said your name, and you hummed in acknowledgement.

“Thank you,” He spoke, kissing the top of your forehead gently.

“Told you we were going to get through this,” You reminded him, and he chuckled.

—

Soon enough came Vincent’s trial, which was of course, very mediatised. 

You knew that regardless of the penalty, his enterprise would suffer greatly. 

Since you were the one to discover the truth, you were also the one presenting the evidence.

You hoped your position and arguments would bring nuance to the table.

Thankfully for everyone, the courtroom wasn’t open to the public or media outlets.

It would be easier to keep the world calm about Omega Earth that way.

“So you’re not arguing about the if, but about the why ?” Questioned the judge, arching an eyebrow.

You nodded. 

“Your Honor, I’m sure you are well aware of the existence of Omega Earth.  Mr. Fabron was told it was either the Research Facility or our realities, just as stated in his testimony,” You repeated, hoping to sound convincing enough.

He hummed, before looking at the evidence presented. 

You continued back and forth, the judgement lasting over several days.

In the end, your friend was sentenced to 50 years with parole.

You did your best to protect him.

It wasn’t in your hands anymore.

You really just had put your childhood best friend in prison, huh ?

You knew you weren’t allowed to talk to him and much less see him anymore for the foreseeable future.

You sighed as you got into your car, feeling your eyes fill up with tears.

You stayed in the vehicle silently, letting your emotions run free for once.

During the following weeks, you considered quitting.

That whole situation really did manage to break you, and you weren’t sure that you were capable of being able to keep going.

It didn’t escape your boss, who summoned you to his office.

“You do not seem too happy with the outcome,” He commented, and you almost thought it to be rhetoric.

“I have put behind bars my childhood best friend,” You replied, trying your best to hide the venom in your tone.

“You have brought justice to the families,” He argued. “If you cannot bring yourself to understand that, then I cannot with good conscience keep you as an asset,” He continued, his gaze hard.

“Then fire me right now,” You answered, sighing. You knew you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself regardless.

“As you wish,” He conceded, and you nodded as you left the room to pack your belongings.

When you got home, you didn’t even bother to get out of your uniform, flopping face first into your couch.

The emptiness that you had felt since the sentencing only grew, finding yourself greatly missing Vincent.

You guessed you had to wait a handful more years before seeing him again.

A knock on your door was heard, and you groaned.

You really didn’t want any visitors.

Regardless, you got up from the couch, opening the entrance without checking who was there.

You were surprised to see Viper, not looking very pleased to be here.

You quirked an eyebrow.

She sighed.

“Brimstone sees potential in you as an asset for the Protocol,” She announced, and you frowned at the wording.

From your understanding, she was also a founding member of the team.

Another question quickly arose by the timing of all of this.

“Were you waiting for me to get fired ?” You questioned, leaning on the doorframe.

She squinted.

“Recruitment is less of a hassle if the potential asset doesn’t have anything holding them back,” She replied, which answered your question.

“Do I have time to think it over ?” You asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“A week. Go to these coordinates if your answer is yes. Don’t come otherwise,” She said, handing you a piece of paper.

You nodded. 

“Anything else ?” 

“No,” She retorted, and you nodded, closing the door on her.

You leaned on the wood, staring at the item in your hands.

You really had nothing to lose.

Maybe joining them would be the best way for you to get to know the people that were a major part of Vincent’s life until recently.

It could be a way for you to get closer to him, in a weird way.

But it also meant that your rare opportunities to visit him would be even more scarce.

You had to think it over.

For the following week, you barely got out of your apartment, idly looking for jobs that would fit your resume, not looking at the news or any social media sites because well…

You knew what would be the hot topic, and you wanted to hear nothing of it.

It was hard to deal with the consequences of your actions, even if it was the right thing, as had been pointed out by your old boss.

The more time passed, the more appealing Viper’s offer became. 

By the sixth day, your decision had been made.

So, you began packing your belongings, most of them consisting of gifts your childhood best friend had given you over the years.

You knew you would have to tell him, but if your memory was serving you right, he was still in between prisons.

You sighed.

Should you cancel the lease of your home ?

You would have to ask whoever was going to pick you up.

You woke up early on the last day, not because you wanted to, but rather because you couldn’t sleep.

Your circadian schedule had been fucked for a while.

You just couldn’t be bothered to fix it.

You headed towards the coordinates indicated on the paper, and realised it was a long way off Paris.

You drove in silence, not being able to listen to most of your music, almost all of them being associated with your best friend.

If you turned any of them on, you couldn’t guarantee yourself not to cry, which would be a safety hazard for you.

You ended up arriving at your destination, a small aerodrome that you didn’t know existed. 

You parked, and you immediately saw two men walking towards you, both of whom you recognised to be Valorant agents.

“Glad we didn’t come all this way for nothing,” Announced the one you recognised to be Phoenix with a playful tone. 

You nodded, smiling awkwardly.

“You took care of everything back home, yes ?” Asked a tall blond man, Sova, if you recalled correctly.

“Yeah,” You confirmed, and he hummed in acknowledgement as he took some of your luggage.

The British man took the remainder, and as the plane took off, the blond agent had a small smile.

“Welcome to the Protocol.”

—

It had been a few days since you had joined the Valorant agents as a permanent member, and slowly, you could feel the emptiness leaving you.

You were talking about knitting with Omen, since you had wanted to get into the hobby yourself. 

He was much too eager to talk about it, if you could trust his lighter tone and the glowing of his…

Eyes ?

Were they eyes ?

“So, we went over the tools, but where should I start with knitting ?” You asked, jotting down some thoughts on your phone. “Are blankets easy to do at all ?” You questioned, ignoring the large amount of footsteps getting closer to you.

One pair stopped, and you would’ve continued to pay it no mind if you didn’t notice the controller’s gaze shifting to look behind you.

It must be important since you had managed to keep his attention on you throughout your conversation.

So, you turned around, barely registering the figure before you got pulled into a tight, strong hug.

You’d recognise that cologne anywhere.

“V ?” You breathed, immediately tearing up.

He didn’t answer, instead tightening his grip around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Coming to your senses, you hugged back, silent tears falling down your face.

Neither of you wanted to let go, you realised.

“How come you’re here ?” You whispered, still in disbelief.

“The Protocol struck a deal. I can continue to operate as an agent, but I do not have the authorization to go outside other than for missions,” He answered, holding you so tightly you’d think you would disappear if he even loosened his grip.

And nobody told you about…

You wanted to curse, but your frustration had very little space right now.

You were just glad to be able to spend time with him again.

He pulled his head away, catching your eyes.

Leaning in, he stopped a few centimetres away from your nose, your breaths melting into one.

“Can I kiss you ?” He asked, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You silently closed the gap, meeting his lips.

The kiss was full of untold love and desperation, of yearning and belonging.

You snaked your hands on his neck, deepening it.

His hands rested firmly on your hips, somehow pulling you even closer to his body.

You melted into his grasp, the emptiness that you had felt all this time long forgotten.

You broke away, out of breath.

You made eye contact, and you knew that look.

He was very close to just openly making out with you.

You had a light chuckle.

“Not here, V,” You answered his unspoken question as he leaned in, his hands lowering.

He smirked, knowing.

He surprised you by lifting you up and resting his hands on the underside of your thighs as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Let’s have fun somewhere else, then,” He announced, which made you blush.

And fun you had.

[yunathecat]

INTRODUCTION ˳ᐟ

໒꒰ྀི •́ ˕• ྀི꒱७

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hi my name is yuna !

i’m a fanfiction writer! i’ve read and written fanfiction for yearssss but i’ve never posted any of my work ! that’s why im making this post ! i’m going to start writing mostly requested fanfiction! or anything that comes to my mind on my own that i feel like writing ! if you’re wanting to request to have anything written please read my guidelines/rules below ! this is completely free as i’m just trying to get better at writing and because i find this fun to do ! please request thru comments, the ask me or thru dms if its something you’d like to elaborate on !

i also do free introduction posts, check out one i did for my friend!

@writersblockworks

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what i am comfortable writing about! :

fluff, smut, lemon, lime, au, love triangle, polyamorous fluff/smut, heavy angst, specific personality characteristics (will elaborate below !)

you can request certain characteristics! such as “!yandere [character] x reader” “!jealous [character] x reader” and so on !

i can write character x reader, character x oc, character x character, oc x reader and oc x oc ! if you’d like anything involving your oc then it’d have to be discussed thru dms as i’ll need to know/ask about your character !

i’m also comfortable doing requested plots, scenarios, but in my own writing style ofc ! and aslong as they abide by what i’m comfortable with !

what im NOT comfortable writing about!:

sa/🍇, incest, zoophilia, pedophilia, proships, minor x adult, certain kinks (i will NOT write cnc, ageplay or about any bodily fluids that aren’t commonly sexualized), HEAVY mentions of selfharm/suicide (i can make exceptions for this aslong as its in a fluff way, no angsty stuff cause that can be EXTREMELY triggering), i will NOT write about any smut that involves underaged characters ( i will not make ANY exceptions, this includes if you ask me to age them up, i can age up characters but i still refuse to write smut about them

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fandoms im in :

these are fandoms im in/find easy to write about ! :

(you can request any show/game outside of these, i will do my research and write about it if you request it !)

valorant

marvel

overwatch

star wars

stardew valley

jujutsu kaisen

re:zero

chainsaw man

apex legends

dead by daylight

arcane

sk8 the infinity

black butler

black clover

solo leveling

windbreaker

genshin impact

my hero academia

honkai star rail

nikke: goddess of victory

skull girls

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being a busy writer is hard! so currently there will be limited spots on my requested as i dont want them to pile up. my request spots will be below! you can still request a fic even if they’re full, if i really wanna write it or if it’s something im interested in then i may make exceptions! the character x reader has a higher spot number as i prefer to write those type of fanfics!

oc x character

2/10

reader x character

2/15

character x character

1/10

THATS ALLLLL

ples request im desperate

have a nice day goodbye !

[kiwismitten]

About requests!

I really wanna get better at writing so! hit up my asks if you have a request!

Fandoms

Jujutsu kaisen: I’m not up to date but Geto has a death grip on me and i keep getting spoilers.

One Piece: I’ll write for anyone from one piece, especially sanji, i love our cook, i did just get off fish island tho so be gentle 🙏

Genshin Impact: PLSPLSPKSPLS GIVE GENSHIN REQUESTS i love this silly little game.

Valorant: I have too many hours and im still horrible but i sure as hell can try writing the characters.

Stardew Valley: ill cry tears of joy if i get stardew requests.

Boundaries

Okay what i will and wont write.

Will: i’m fine with writing smut but im warning you it’ll probably suck (ace). Im fine with like yandere stuff i will put content warnings on them.

Wont: any cest stuff, it freaks me out. smut of real people (vtubers count, idk i just dont want to write that), zoo/beast stuff absolutely not, x Oc content (i only write character x reader and character x character)

other than that stuff feel free to request here!

[art-missy]

Please do one with deadlock and how reader comforts her when she opens up about how she lost her arm! Thank you so much

Oh ! I wanted to write a one shot about this ! Here's the occasion ! It's so rare that I write angst/comfort... So sorry if it feels weird ^^

You had insomnia and so did Deadlock. The very rare times one of you managed to fall asleep, the other was watching over. Reading, cuddling, staring the ceiling, you had several ways to pass the night.

Watching a serie on your laptop while the Norwegian sentinel was asleep was your program for the night. You were deeply immersed when you felt Deadlock jumping awake, a silent cry stuck in her throat and a scarring pain that deeply crossed her facial expression.

You were putting your laptop away when she started hyperventilating. You pushed the comforter away and kneeled before her as she sat at the edge of the bed, caressing her lap as she started rocking herself back and forth.

"Hey there, Iselin," you murmured but you were doubtful she could hear you.

Unfortunately, the rare times one of you managed to fall asleep, nightmares were often forcing you into their cold and unwanted embrace. Of course, you were suspecting that Deadlock's emotional baggage was one of the reason why her reaction when she woke up was so intense.

"Hey look at me," you said gently to not crowd her. "I'll give you a glass of cold water but only if you calm down a little. I don't want you to choke on it."

"Min Armen," you heard her whimper.

You looked down at her left bionic arm and hummed before taking it gently and reverently in your hand.

"Iselin, look at me."

You then started to peck the bionic member. Caressing the fingers with your lips, pressing insisting kisses on the palm then nuzzling your face against the forearm. You heard her panting slowing down and when you looked back at her face, you saw that the pain made way for an annoyed but thankful face.

"Ah," you smiled. "I missed that glare."

She took a deep breath then released it, letting you handing her a cold glass of water. After chugging it down, she seemed more awake and more alert.

"I suppose Sage was right," she groaned. "Losing an arm could be considered a traumatic event."

Your eyebrow raised when you heard the word 'could' out of her mouth but didn't comment on it.

"Especially for someone as emotionally constipated as you," you chuckled when she shot you with another glare. "Wanna try to take a shit and talk about it ?"

"You did not just say that."

"Yeah forget what I just said. My mouth deserves acid."

You laid your head on her lap and stayed silent, listening to her now calm breathing. You were glad you managed to distract her. She was still a little tense, her heart still painfully hammering. You felt her fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp but let her do.

"My arm was bit off by a radivore beast during an operation before I joined Valorant," she suddenly said, a fake neutrality in her voice. "I did not only lose my arm, but also my sisters."

That explained a lot of things. Like why she was so cold toward Gekko and his radivore friends, why she looked so lost in thought when the other agents mentioned their families, why she was so tense on a daily basis, why she had severe insomnia and cruel nightmares.

She did not have time to grieve.

You intertwined your fingers together without moving your head from her lap.

"Did you visit them ?" you asked gently.

"The construction of the memorial had just been completed," her voice sounded uncharacteristically weak but you did not comment on that. "I am waiting for Brimstone's permission to visit them."

You looked up at her and felt your heart wavering at the sight of her eyes. Her usual icy glare was replaced by warm streams of tears.

"Want me to go with you ?"

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes please."

You hugged her legs and let her sob, your head in her weak shaky hands. Deadlock leaned down so her forehead pressed in your hair. You felt her tears watering your scalp but you did not care. She was finally letting herself feel her grief.

And after what felt like a warm mourning moment, her sobs finally calmed down. You did not comment on it, your thumbs caressing her calves.

"Wanna watch a serie with me ?" you murmured. "It's an adaptation of a book of your favorite author."

You felt her nod.

Deadlock let you tuck her in the warmth of the comforter, she let you hold her close, and as the episode progressed, she let herself fall into a dreamless sleep, now relaxed and solaced.

*Min Armen = my arm.

[soledads-graveyard]

please send requests......

hello friends! i'm would like to write.

i only write wlw romance!!!!!!!(fluff/imagines/oneshots mostly!) but id do platonic scenarios and headcanons for men

id feel the most comfortable writing romance for:

arcane -> vi or cait

sdv -> haley, abigail

valorant???? -> fade, deadlock, neon, kj, maybe jett

pokemon -> RIKA RIKA RIKA, ask? I've only played a few of the games so :<

idk mha? -> jirou

atla/lok -> korra, kuvira

mobile suit gundam TWFM: suletta, miorine, nika

id write platonically for any character I know of, otherwise, ask about other fandoms/character from these listed fandoms,, anyone is honestly fair game bc I've seen a lot of media just.. can't remember anything rn......! PLEASE

[ahummingbirdwitch]

I absolutely LOVE your fics, can u maybe write us some more cypher smut? <3

Technically this addresses multiple requests I’ve also received but here ya go!

Hide and Seek (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: You hide, Cypher seeks.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2124

Warnings: blow jobs, p in v sex, unsafe sex, creampie

Notes: To the people who asked for more Cypher smut and that one person who asked for Cypher receiving a blowjob, this is for you guys 💗💗

“Helloo? Anybody there?” Cypher’s sing-songy voice echoed throughout the training room. “Where is my kitten hiding?”

You put a hand over your mouth, stifling your giggle. You were hiding behind one of the many barriers used in training simulations, and it was only a matter of time before he found you. After teasing him all week while away on a mission, the two of you were finally reunited, and to celebrate your return, Cypher had suggested playing an… interesting version of hide and seek.

Earlier that evening, he’d called you to the deserted training room, all the security cameras disabled to ensure no one outside could have a look in. It also meant that Cypher himself had no extra eyes to watch you with—but knowing him, that didn’t mean he was truly at a disadvantage.

“You have until the count of ten to hide,” he’d said from somewhere in the dark, his familiar croon sending a shiver down your spine. “When I find you, you’re mine.”

Not “if,” he’d said. When. You knew Cypher would find you, but luckily, that was exactly what you wanted.

You’d managed to evade him for about fifteen minutes or so, moving from barrier to barrier each time you heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. Cypher would get closer and closer, and every time, you’d stay almost until the last second, only to move away quickly before he could reach you, giggling under your breath. You weren’t exactly trying to hide from him; he could catch you in an instant if he wanted to, but it was clear he was toying with you, seeing how long you would try to keep him at bay.

Even without his cameras, Cypher was a master tracker, and right now, you were his prey.

“Where aaare you?” he sang, his voice somehow coming from all directions. Gooseflesh rose all along your arm, and you pressed yourself harder against the barrier behind you, wondering if he could see you or not. “You can’t hide much longer, darling. I will find you.”

You bit your lip, warmth pooling in your core. In the darkness of the room, you could see very little, but all your other senses were more alive than ever. Every word he spoke in that low, gravelly tone tickled your ears and sent heat rushing between your legs. You silently thanked whatever god had put this idea in Cypher’s head.

“You’re probably afraid,” he drawled from somewhere nearby. “Aren’t you, kitten?”

You probably would’ve moaned at that if you weren’t so determined to stay quiet. No, you weren’t afraid—you knew he would never hurt you—but hearing him taunt you like he taunted enemies on the battlefield was undeniably arousing. If you were being honest, you’d had a fantasy like this before; you’d just never thought Cypher would be willing to play into it.

“Tell me, sokar,” he purred. “Do you know what I’ll do when I catch you?”

You leaned back against the barrier, pressing your thighs together. No. Tell me.

“You’re probably thinking something good, aren’t you? Some kind of reward, perhaps?” He chuckled darkly. “Well, you’d be wrong about that. Only good girls get rewards. And you’ve been very, very bad, my love.”

You heard footsteps not far away, and your heart pounded. “What? Are you gonna punish me?” you wanted to taunt back, but one peep from you would alert him to your location. Instead, you held your tongue, smiling to yourself giddily. Cypher was always so solitary, so tightly wound, and you loved nothing more than to rile him up, watching pieces of his real, hidden self come out even if his mask never came off. That was when the two of you had the most fun.

The footsteps drew closer, but slowly—he was taking his time with you. “I’ll tell you this much,” he went on in that same lilting tone. “What I’ll do to you, I won’t even need to prepare you for.”

You knew right away what he meant. Twenty minutes of this cat-and-mouse game and your panties were soaked through, every inch of your body prickling with desire. The moment he finally touched you, there was a non-zero chance you’d cum on the spot.

Cypher was even closer now, and you found yourself hopelessly conflicted. The thought of drawing out the game was tantalizing, but you were rapidly losing your patience, your need for him growing stronger every second. Did you dare continue to evade him, until he finally snapped and took you? Or would you stay right where you were, and let him find you right now?

Just as the footsteps neared your hiding place, you made your decision, darting out and slipping behind another barrier. You flattened your body against the wall of it, breathing as quietly as you could. Your heart raced with equal excitement and trepidation. Where was he now? Did he know where you were? How soon until he found you?

All of a sudden, your questions were answered. You heard footsteps beside you, then felt cold gloved fingers around your wrist. They yanked you forward, and your breath hitched when you realized Cypher was standing right in front of you.

“Got you.”

It was difficult to see in the dark, but you could make out the outline of him before you, lit up slightly by the soft neon lights along the floor, and stared with words caught in your throat. He wasn’t wearing his usual coat or hat, instead dressed in form-fitting black clothes and boots, his face covering already pulled up to his nose. Cypher tugged you closer to him by your wrist, looking down at you with a smirk on his scarred lips. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

You obeyed him without question, dropping to the floor, and he reached for his pants hastily, working to get them open. You gazed up at him, flooded with adoration and lust. “I missed you,” you breathed.

Cypher half-laughed, half-grunted as he freed his cock. “Then show me how much you missed me.”

You licked your lips, admiring his incredibly hard cock for a heartbeat before taking it greedily into your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his base, pumping it lightly as you began to suck, and the sound he gave you in response was just as good as you’d hoped.

One of Cypher’s hands traveled down, tangling in your hair as he bucked his hips. “Yes,” he groaned. “That’s a good girl.”

That little bit of praise was all you needed. You moaned around him as you sucked him harder, worshipping him with your mouth, and he moaned back in return, thrusting even more eagerly now.

“Llwa,” he cursed, breathing heavily, “I missed your mouth. You made me want it every night, driving me mad with those videos.”

You locked eyes with him as you dragged your tongue up his shaft, wordlessly pleading him to forgive you. You were already repenting for him on your knees, weren’t you?

Cypher gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on your hair. “Bad, bad girl,” he growled out. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to fuck you.”

You whimpered, drenching his cock in your saliva, hands still working his base. The more he thrust into your mouth, the wetter you got. Fuck me, then, you wanted to beg him. Show me how badly you wanted it.

Cypher moaned low, picking up speed and hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, drool forming at the edges of your lips, then without warning, he yanked his cock out of you. He stood back for a moment, panting, then lunged forward, shoving you up against the wall of the training barrier. He slammed his mouth into yours, his hands suddenly at the waistline of your pants.

You didn’t hesitate to help him, and in seconds your pants were forced all the way down, your sodden panties practically sticking to your thighs as they followed suit. He traced the wet streaks with his still-gloved fingers, the cold metal making you shiver. “Just as I thought,” he murmured, chuckling against your lips. “Dripping for me.”

You responded with a soft whine. “Please.”

“Dirty girl.” Your lower lip between his teeth, Cypher hoisted you up with ease, and you wrapped your legs around him without thinking. “Mine,” he hissed before plunging into you.

You wailed as he forced himself as deep as he could go, immediately setting a punishing pace. Cypher moaned into your ear, fingers digging bruises into your thighs. “Is this what you wanted, dear? For me to fuck you like this?”

Choked cries tumbled from your mouth, cut short each time your back hit the wall as he fucked into you. It was rough, but it was perfect. “Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, yes…”

He sucked on your earlobe, earning a shrill cry from you. “For such a sweet girl,” he panted, “you can be such a brat.”

Your mind flitted to those videos you’d sent him and you whined pitifully, dragging your nails up and down his back. “I just missed you so much,” you babbled. “I needed you, Amir—I needed you so bad.”

Cypher groaned into your neck, not slowing down in the slightest. “I know you did, sweetheart,” he rasped. “But I needed you more.” He bit down just then, sucking a dark mark into your skin while you moaned out loudly. When he finally came up for air, he growled, “You don’t know how much I need you. How much you occupy my thoughts. I can’t focus when you’re near, and I can’t think when you’re away.”

You could only answer him with a needy mewl, too far gone to properly express how much that meant to you. Hearing he needed you as much as you did made your heart threaten to burst.

“I need you,” he uttered, trailing frantic kisses and bites down your neck. “Every second of every day.”

You shut your eyes. Too good, too good. “Fuck… Amir…”

“You belong to me,” Cypher breathed against your lips. “Your mind, your body, your soul.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust.

You nodded desperately. “Y-Yes—yes—please—”

“Please what?” He was so close to kissing you, but each time you moved in, he pulled back just a little, keeping you wanting it.

“Please.” You hardly knew what you were saying. “Fuck me, just please, please make me cum—”

Cypher hummed, and you could feel the vibrations inside your mouth. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I’m sorry for—for teasing you, just—please—”

Cypher let out a soft, dark laugh. You’d never seen this side of him before; delighting in making you squirm, putting you in your place. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Once I fill you, you’ll have your turn.”

He snapped his hips, fucking you harder and faster, and you threw your head back, crying out with abandon. You didn’t care if anyone could hear you outside the room. As far as you were concerned, no one else existed but the two of you. Just you and Cypher. Cypher, Cypher, Cypher, Amir…

“Amir,” you wailed. “I love you—I-I love you—”

“Yes.” Cypher grunted with effort. “Yes—say it. Say it again.”

“I love you.” You grasped the sides of his face, feeling around his head where his scalp was covered. “I love you.”

You could tell he was losing his composure, leaning into your hands as his breathing grew more and more ragged. “My girl.”

Yes, yes. His girl. You were his. “Cum for me,” you pleaded. “A-Amir—”

“Sokar,” he uttered. “Sokar, I—”

Cypher couldn’t finish, his words cut off by a harsh groan from deep in his throat. He shuddered against you, his grip on your thighs faltering, then all of a sudden it was tighter than ever, and he held you firmly in place against the wall as he thrust his release inside of you.

You gasped as he filled you, your body milking his cock and swallowing his cum without a second thought. Cypher did not let go of you, riding out the rest of his climax with his face on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. After several heartbeats, when his breathing had slowed, he finally lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. You giggled softly, soothing his upper back with your palms.

When he set you down gently, putting you back on your feet, you were worried it was over after all, but then Cypher picked you back up abruptly, this time in a bridal carry. You gave him a surprised look, and he smiled. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he said slyly. “Let’s continue this elsewhere, shall we?”

[amive2567]

hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.

[wiltedflowerpetals]

Hello! Just wanted to introduce myself and this writing blog! (о´∀`о)

I‘m Nanami but Nana or Nami is fine, I‘m 26 years old and I love anime, games and more. That‘s probably why I started writing for a couple of fandoms. I mostly write fandom x reader. I write for fluff, yandere, nsfw and more on this blog and I take requests and would love to get some! I also have some idea for my next fic (John Price x wife!hitman!reader) I will be posting next week!

Well… I love talking and writing, so there is no reason to be shy around me. I won't bite! x3

requests are open

fandoms I write for: Call of Duty, DC Comics, Marvel, Dead by Daylight, Valorant and Watch Dogs

I wish you all a great day and thanks for reading! (*´∇｀*)

[ventureswifey]

!! REQUEST PAGE !!

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Hiya, this is where you can submit requests for writing pieces/fanfics or edits. I will do all requests submitted if they are appropriate and within my boundaries.

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Colour coding:

0 = Low priority

0 = Medium priority

0 = High priority

0 = I am thinking of this 24/7 priority

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Fandoms I am in/willing to do:

— Overwatch.

— Valorant.

— Arcane.

— Characters of your choice.

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Relationship dynamics I do, js a heads up there is a lot, if I forget any basic ones just put it in and I will know:

— Accepting, Learning to embrace your partner for who they are.

— Active/Passive, a person who takes the initiative at all times for a person who remains disengaged.

— Balanced relationship, equal amount of effort shown from both of the individuals.

— Close friends, speaks for itself.

— Casual, a relationship that is not quite serious.

— Codependent, an individual who revolves their world around their partner, for example, they take care of them even while not caring for themselves.

— Disconnected, the lack of communication and emotion in a relationship being romantic or platonic.

— Dominating, dominating is when an individual asserts control over physical, sexual, financial or psychological in a relationship.

— Friends with benefits, speaks for itself.

— Platonic, platonic describes a relationship or friendship that can be intimate and loving but doesn’t involve physical, emotional, romantic, or sexual attraction or interactions.

— Rebound, this describes a period of time when a relationship has ended.

— Overprotective, an individual who worries frequently about their significant other.

— Yandere, speaks for itself.

— Your own more creative one, for example, loud boy and quiet girl.

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Requirements for a request submission:

Name of character.

Where this character is from.

Type of relationship.

Relationship dynamic.

A short summary of what you want to happen in the story, (this is not mandatory).

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Things I will not do in fanfics:

— Abuse.

— Sexual assault.

— Sexism

— Homophobia, transphobia

— Racism.

I do enjoy writing occasional NSFW so, if you are making a request and would like NSFW just make another section asking, (Please put warnings on NSFW requests, I do not want people under 16 to be reading them.) I do not just do happy stories as well, if you want gore/angst I will be right on it.

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Editing request format:

— Name of character.

— Audio clip/song name with timestamps.

— What style; Transition, velocity, simple shakes, zoom, etc.

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Thanks for reading enjoy your time here! 🤍

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[stars-and-inkpots]

over the year or so I've been gone, I have been writing for some other fandoms so I'm willing to open up my requests to things outside of bg3,,, so far some of those others include

- league of legends

- Arcane (note that as of right now I have not finished season 2)

- specific pokemon characters

- valorant

I also write about some ships from these fandoms too, basically just send in an ask and I'll see what I can do !