#valorant cypher fluff
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just a little bit, hehe. | chamber & cypher.
synopsis | how chamber and cypher would react to their s.o being clingy after having one too many drinks
warnings | mentions of alcohol, fluff if that counts as a warning, and unbeta'd writing!
a/n | college is a pain in the ass and a huge distraction for writing (kidding kids pls go study well) also ! have this cute little self-indulgent headcanon i wrote when i had a little bit too much adult juice ^_^
CHAMBER.
okay i think this dude… as much as he’s a playful flirt and someone who makes too many remarks, the man has a soft spot for you.
clinging onto him with the cutest expression ever?
yeah he’s DEFINITELY gonna baby you.
“yes, mon amour. i know you love me a lot but you must let me go!” he playfully says, prying your arms off from him so he can grab a puke bucket from the bathroom and one of his shirts to put on you. “i need to change your clothes first so you can sleep better, d'accord, mon coeur?” chamber says as he finds himself right next to your whiney self.
you shake your head. “no, only want cuddles from vin.” you mumble, pretending to be hurt by his actions; your head was spinning and the only thing you wanted was to be held by your loving boyfriend so you can get some sleep. maybe challenging breach to a drinking match wasn’t the best idea.
chamber sighs and sits by your side, placing the bucket on the floor and holds your hand. “s’il te plait… you can have me all to yourself as soon as you change.” he bargains, which to his surprise, you nod, looking at him with a lop-sided grin. “just don’t puke on my suit too, okay?” to which you attempt to punch him (which fails miserably btw since you missed)
after letting him change your clothes, he finds himself back into your arms. watching your peaceful expression, chamber sighs and places a kiss to the top of your head. “fait de beaux rêves mon cœur.”
CYPHER.
okay, cypher, i honestly feel would be similar to chamber
he would be amused at your clinginess and feed into your behavior for a bit
would be the type to stare at you lovingly while you cry your heart out when you saw a mommy squirrel and baby squirrel barely make it out from the street.
“and then what happened next, my love?” cypher spoke as he pushed out an ample amount of toothpaste on your toothbrush.
through his mask, cypher was smiling ear to ear at how you clung onto his waist as you sat on the toilet waiting for him to ready your toothbrush. after choosing to spend a night out and having one too many shots, you were tipsy and beyond the level of clingy you usually show him.
your little sobs crushed his heart but his amusement for the story you were telling was also making him slip out a little laugh or two. “i… i feel so bad! i almost stepped on the baby squirrel’s tail!” you wail, holding onto him a little tighter which made his heart falter just a little bit.
“but you didn’t, right, my heart?” he asks, gently removing your arms around his torso so he could squat down to your level. “and that’s what matters. you didn’t hurt the baby squirrel.” cypher calms you down and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. “now brush your teeth so i can provide you with cuddles and kisses.”
unbeknownst to you, cypher had a camera set up in the corner of the room so he can have a little video to tease you with once you’re dealing with the aftermath of your drinking.
peepeepoopoo cypher and chamber said you should reblog! ^-^
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Hello! Since ur requests are Open could you write a cypher x reader fluff? Maybe domestic and married? (No kids! And not looking for them either)
Thanks!!
Warnings: None
Genre: fluff
Pairing(s): Cypher x Gn!Reader
Authors Notes: Hi guys, Hurricane here, sorry about the different formatting, like I mentioned in my last post, I dont currently have access to my laptop so everything is posted from Tumblr Mobile so bear with me okay? Love you guys!
Note to Requester: omg hiiiii, tysm for the request!! I hope you like it!! Ty for being such a regular here, I appreciate all the requests you send in to me! Sorry that this is super short tho >.<
Time with Cypher can be rare, especially when considering his line of work. While you flourish and do your thing during the day, Cypher works late into the night, his sleep schedule practically non-existent. Though, the two of you somehow manage to work past his tendency to sleep at an ungodly hour.
When Cypher isn't working, he's spending as much time as he can with you. He regrets not spending enough time with his wife and little one, so he wants to do what he can to see you as much as possible because hes scared of losing you.
There are times when Cypher wakes up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, but upon seeing you safe and sound next to him, your hand resting on his chest, he feels his heart flutter in his chest. It gives him reassurance to see that you're not in harm's way.
Cypher knows that you're definitely not looking for a family and don't plan on it any time soon. He's slightly saddened but he can understand where youre coming from whatever your reasoning is, and he'll respect it.
Reminder that my requests are open once more! Be sure to send something my way if you’re interested! Requesting Rules are here!
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Yo! Can I ask for Cypher, Gekko, and Sova x reader who loves affection? As in, they love head pats, and when they get hugs they will just snuggle and melt? The gender of the reader doesn't matter. Thanks! 😊
Affection!
(Cypher, Gekko, Sova)
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Cypher :
Cypher wasn’t used to getting such affection before you. And now he doesn’t want to ever live without it.
He will constantly try and convince you to come sit in his office so he can snuggle with you as he ‘researches’.
He loves nuzzling into your neck and feeling your hands pat around his face as he feigns his attention to his computer.
He even makes not so subtle nudges when you try to stop. If you tease him he will eventually ask why you quit.
“Where do you think you are going, little bug?” Cypher’s voice rang out as you squirmed in his lap. Your arms wrapped back around his neck as you looked up.
“Nowhere, just getting more comfy.” You smiled as your hands worked at his taut muscles. A soft sigh left his mouth as he relaxed against his work chair. Cyphers head leaned down to rest in the crook of your neck as he continued to type away at his computer.
After a bit you laid your hands to rest as he got more into his work. Within seconds of you taking a break you heard the nerd grunt and peer back at you. You raise an eyebrow and continue to rest against him. He nudges your hand lightly with an awkward cough. You could only laugh at his subtle attempt to ask for more.
“Is that better?” You coo as your hands work around his mask, fingers pressing against the soft flesh of his face.
“Much better.”
Gekko :
He LOVES attention and physical affection. I mean look at how he treats his little pals! You know he has such a loving soul.
He’s always wanting to be next to you, holding your hand, or even in your arms. He will pout if he is not.
Refuses to sleep without you and on nights you’re away on missions and calls so he can at least hear your voice. He makes sure to let you know it’s nothing compared to cuddling. And that you owe him double.
He absolutely melts when you baby him as well. Pinching at his cheeks and rubbing at his head are a major weakness. But he makes you swear not to tell anyone else.
“Babe I’m right here.” Gekko pouted as he watched you pat wingman. Your grin grew as you noticed his ever-growing jealousy.
“Does Wingman not deserve love?” You tease out as you turn over to your boyfriend. His eyes widened for a moment before his lips turned down.
“That’s not what I meant.. Wingman deserves the best. But I do too, babe.” Gekko tries to nudge his way in between the gooey pet and you. You only laugh and Wingman makes a noise as you welcome him into the family hug.
“You’re so needy. Isnt he, Wingman?” You voice and the slime only makes an agreeing sound. Gekko gasps as he smacks at your arm lightly.
“It’s not needy if I am your boyfriend! It’s the tax for being mine! And not cool Wingman! You’re supposed to be backing me up!”
Sova :
Sova loves affection. It helps make him feel grounded and helps him know you’re not leaving.
He completely relaxes and melts in your arms when you hug him from behind. He loves being cradled. Not that he would fully admit it out loud.
He also loves when you play with his hair. He turns into a little golden retriever if you scratch at his head. He can’t help it, it just feels too good!
He loves giving it back as well. He always makes sure to give you reassuring squeezes and some back scratches here and there.
You smiled as you walked into the main hall of HQ. You had just got back from a meeting when you saw Sova standing near the table patching up his drone. Taking the opportunity to strike, your arms wrapped around his torso. A soft gasp left his lips as he looked over at you and tossed his arm around you.
“Dove, you are back early. This is a lovely surprise.” His smile was infectious as his hand rubbed away at your shoulder. You only squeezed tighter against him as you nuzzled into his side.
“Let me finish fixing the drone and then we can go rest. Does that sound good?” Sova questioned and you could only nod. You would never give up a chance to hold your sweet boyfriend in your arms.
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Hey!! hope you’re doing well! anyways, if you could do a val x fem or gn s/o and what their favorite part of or thing about them is? (doesn’t need to be nsfw or anything like that! whatever ur comfortable with!) sry if this doesn’t make any sense🥲
Summary: Their favorite thing about you
Including: Chamber, Yoru, Cypher, Sova, Omen, Phoenix, Gekko, Iso
Notes: I'm doing mostly alr & thanks for requesting<3 Let me know if I understood it correctly!
Chamber loves how accepting you are. You embrace all versions of him, the flirty Chamber, the serious Chamber, even the insecure Chamber he usually doesn't show to anybody. You don't judge him for his past mistakes. This makes him want to show the same amount of support for you.
Yoru's favorite thing about you is your competitiveness. He tried to tone his competitive streak down when you first met, but ever since you told him you didn't mind, you two compete in every. little. thing. The others think it's too much, but you two couldn't care less because it's fun.
Cypher loves your laugh. He's used to everyone being wary of him and his cameras, but then there's you, laughing heartily at his antics and his humor. It easily has become his favorite sound and it's so satisfying to hear.
Sova's favorite thing about you is your honesty. You always let him know your honest thoughts about everything and never hold back, even if the truth could hurt him. Because of that, he's able to trust you with his life.
Omen loves your hands. Whenever he feels cold and empty, which is all the time, your hands that softly caress his cheek and hold his fingers, bring back the warmth he has once felt. It comforts him and temporarily gives him inner peace.
Phoenix's favorite thing about you is your nose. He's a menace, he likes flicking it whenever he passes you and he thinks it's charming how it scrunches up in response every time. He also loves planting kisses on it.
Gekko loves your creativity and helpfulness. That you're offering to brainstorm with him whenever he has new ideas for strategies on how to use his crew in a battle or even for sketches for a new tattoo, means a lot to him.
Iso's favorite part is your eyes. Regardless of your eye color, he likes how bright your irises shine whenever you speak with him. It's a subtle sign of the affection you feel for him, which he also has for you.
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A New Recruit?
Cypher x (Fem) Reader
Contents: m!dni. a little bit of fluff and NSFW! it’s pretty tame imo. praise, mdom, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, fingering, begging, pet names, teasing
A/N: This is my first time writing smut. Apologies if it’s mediocre and if the Arabic isn’t translated correctly! I tried my best without google translate. (￣▽￣)
I know my writing’s nothing too crazy, but I do hope to post more kinky and extreme things in the future. Hopefully I can hone my writing skills to that point! (ﾟoﾟ;; This writing feels unfortunately fluffy. Reminder I am taking requests!
Word count: ≈ 2k+
“A new agent?” Cypher says excitedly—perking his head up from his computer to look at Killjoy. He ponders for a moment. “You should really give me their name.” He flashes a sly smile.
Killjoy leans on the automatic door entrance of Cyphers workshop—looking at him with an unimpressed expression and crossed arms. “So you can stalk her? I don’t think so.”
“Her?” He purrs in response. “How old is she?” He says with a curious tone.
Killjoy raises an eyebrow and speaks cheerfully. “She looks to be around 19 or 20. And ah, that matters why?”
Cypher looks at her for a moment. “Just curious,” he says elongating his vowels.
“Yeah, curious if you’re able to date her!” Killjoy says laughing.
“Nooo!” Cypher replies loudly in a defensive tone.
Killjoy laughs at his pathetic response and Cypher can’t help but join. He made it extremely obvious of his intentions with the new agent. After the laughter dies down, they sit in silence for a moment.
Killjoy stares at him with taunting craved eyes. “You want to see what she looks like, don’t you?”
“I-ah..,” Cypher stammers. “I do,” he says softly.
“Ha! Too bad, I don’t have pictures. I’m messing with you,” she says with a mischievous grin.
Cypher groans. “Ah, get out!” He says angrily.
Killjoy laughs loudly as she walks into the hallway. The automatic door shuts loudly—muffling the sound of Killjoy’s giggling. Cypher looks at the clock. 1:42am.
“I’ve done enough work for today,” he mumbles to himself as he shuts down his computer.
He stumbles out of his computer chair, feeling the blood rush back into his legs. He stretches and lets out a soft whimper. “Aghhh,” he groans in pain.
He walks out into the hallway—the automatic door opening and shutting loudly behind him. He tumbles wearily to his dark room and tosses himself into his soft black duvet.
He adjusts himself into a comfortable position hugging his pillow, but relaxing is to no avail. He’s so excited about meeting you on tomorrows mission. Thoughts, wholesome and non wholesome, rush through his head.
He eventually finds himself growing weary. The excitement dies down as his thoughts trail off to various different topics. He loses his trail and finds himself dozing off to sleep.
Light from Cyphers curtains illuminate his face. He shifts into a different position and lays there for a few minutes attempting to fall asleep again. Unfortunately, he’s now wide awake. He opens his eyes to his room lit dimly by the bright slits in his curtains—groaning as he slowly sits up.
He looks over at the clock with heavy eyes. 8:47? “Oh fuck,” he exclaims in his deep morning voice. He’s supposed to leave for the mission by nine. He stumbles to his dresser and puts on his uniform swiftly. He runs to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He walks out of the bathroom attempting to look calm.
He walks into the open kitchen/living room area dazed. Killjoy is sipping on coffee while talking to this beautiful woman. No way… It couldn’t be. Is that..
Is that the new agent she was talking about? Cypher gawks at her. After an awfully long time, she catches him staring. He quickly averts his gaze.
“Ah Cypher, is it? Goodmorning,” you say in a bubbly tone.
He stares at you for a moment longer before muttering a low, “goodmorning.” He continues—this time muttering under his breath in awe, “أنتَ جميلة.” (/anta jamila/ (you’re beautiful))
You can’t help but smile at his strange sleepy and adorable interaction with you. You glance at Killjoy smiling at you, then at Cypher staring at you.
He stammers before speaking. “I-Ah… You’re name is?” He says in a nervous tone.
“Y/n,” you say cheerfully.
He smiles. “You have a beautiful name.”
You feel flattered by his comment. You watch as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a donut off of the oven. It makes you happy he’s eating the gift you got for him and Killjoy. You observe him for a moment. He’s so handsome. You’ve always had a thing for masked man. Is he single? You ponder a million questions to yourself.
Killjoy watches you as you stare at him. “Fancy my roomate?” She teases you quietly.
You feel your face heat up. “Nooo,” you say defensively attempting to hide your face.
You feel multiple eyes on you as you’re red and flustered. This is so embarrassing. This type of teasing is so childish. Cypher can’t help but think about how cute you look right now.
Killjoy interrupts your bashful episode of emotions with a loud and cheerful, “It’s nine! We should get going!”
She pulls you up off the couch and drags you to the door. Cypher follows behind while eating his donut, smiling.
You and Cypher walts into the house exhausted after your mission. Killjoy got injured on the mission, so she’s staying with sage for a few days. You can’t help but feel nervous being with Cypher alone.
“It’s late. You should stay here tonight,” Cypher suggests as he pulls out some leftover chinese food from the fridge and begins eating it cold.
You nod. “Ah, where will I sleep?” You say curiously.
“You could sleep in Killjoy’s room since she isn’t here,” he suggests.
You don’t like that option. Sleeping alone is something you’ve never taken well. Usually you have your pets keeping you company, but no one? You’re not going to sleep a wink. You stay quiet for a moment, thinking about what to do. Should you tell him?
You let out a weak, “Cypher?”
“Yes, زوينة?” (/zouina/ (beautiful)) He says without a thought in his head.
Your face flushes red. “I don’t do well sleeping alone,” you say quietly.
He looks at you for a moment. “Are you suggesting you want to sleep in my room?” He says with a laugh.
You nod and hide your face.
Once he’s done eating, he walks over to you and moves your hands—revealing your red tinted face.
“Y/n?” He says curiously. “I’ll bring you to my room.”
He grabs your hand and escorts you to his room. He puts his fingerprint onto the scanner and the door opens loudly. You’re met with a decent sized room. He has a black duvet covered bed next to a wall with a big window, a computer set up, and many gadgets on his floor and walls. It’s ambiently lit with occasional yellow lamps. It’s cozy.
Cypher glances at you. “You could sleep in the bed and I could sleep on the floor,” he suggests happily.
“No, sleep in the bed with me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you say nervously.
Cypher looks at her for a moment. “Are you sure?” He says hesitantly.
“Mhm,” she hums—nodding. “And ah, do you have anything I could sleep in?”
“Let me see. I could get something from Killjoy, but she’ll kill me if she notices her clothes are missing. She may be generous with her gadgets, but her clothes are another story!” He laughs.
Cypher opens his closet door and grabs a shirt for you to wear. “This should cover everything.” He hands the shirt to you.
You haven’t seen his face, or really, even a sliver of his skin the entire time you were together. Yet, he slips his mask off like it’s nothing—revealing his beautiful light brown skin and dark brown hair. His eyes are a gorgeous light blue. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He notices you gawking at him and laughs breifly.
“Are you going to change or keep staring at me?” He teases.
Your face flushes red and you turn around, changing into the shirt Cypher gave you. You turn around and interlock eyes with him. He gazes at you in astonishment. Seeing you in his clothes makes his heart melt. He smiles softly.
You return his astonished gaze. You can’t help but eye him up and down. He’s shirtless—revealing his toned, beautiful brown muscles. He’s wearing sweatpants. You also can’t help but lock eyes with the imprint of his cock in his pants. He catches you looking and flashes a smile, along with a confused expression.
“Sorry,” you mutter embarrassed. “It looked at me first.”
“Looked at you, huh? …Alright,” he laughs. You crack a smile and inevitably start laughing too.
You can’t help but gaze at him as he laughs. He’s eyecandy. He looks so sweet he’d give you a cavity from kissing him once. How is a man this handsome even in front of you? He notices you ogling.
“You like to stare don’t you?” He says teasingly as he walks closer to you. “Why don’t you just get a closer look?” He leans down to meet you at eye level. There’s hardly a few inches between you now.
You stammer and feel your stomach twist into knots. Cypher smiles—loving how flustered he’s making you. You attempt to move back an inch and break eye contact, but you feel his hand grab your face and gently jerk your head into it’s original position.
You interlock eyes with him for a moment. You watch as he gazes back and forth at your lips and eyes. You glance at his lips once, then back to his eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He says softly.
“Yes—“ You get cut off by Cypher firmly pressing his lips against yours. He picks you up and shoves you onto his bed.
He places his hand on the back of your head and intertwines his fingers with your hair, gripping firmly. As you kiss him deeply, you decide to tease him by rubbing your thigh on his member.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He says with a laugh.
Feeling something pressing against your thigh, you look down. He’s hard. You pause and smile. “Hm…you like it obviously,” you say squinting at him.
“Oh yeah?” He ponders for a moment. “Now you’re going to finish what you started.” His assertive tone surprises you.
You feel a smile creep up on your face, then his finger shoved in your mouth.
“Suck on it,” he demands.
You don’t have much of a choice considering he’s restraining you by your hair and took away your ability to speak. He watches you lustfully as you slob on his fingers. He slips them out with a ‘pop!’
“Atta girl,” he commends. “Can I touch you?”
“Mm,” you hum.
“Use your words, my love.”
“Yes, you can touch me,” you say with your face heating up.
He slides your shirt up revealing your soaking wet panties.
“All for me? It’s an honor,” he says with a laugh.
You feel dizzy from embarrassment. He’s hardly done anything besides talk and kiss you—and you’re soaked.
You watch him slip his fingers down your panties and pinch your clit, causing you to jolt. “Ngh!” You whimper.
“Ahh, I like that sound. Make it again,” he says softly as he pinches your clit again.
You whimper louder involuntarily. A devious smile grows on Cypher’s face. His fingers begin to slide slowly down your wet slit, sliding up similarly. He repeats that a few more times, loving the way you writhe when he glides over your clit.
It’s torture the way he keeps sliding his hands up and down your wet slit. You move your hips in rythm with his hand.
“Ah! I didn’t say you could to that,” he scolds you.
You sharply exhale in frustration, your breath getting heavier. It’s obvious he wants you to beg for it. You can just tell by his stupid sly smile. You’re getting desperate.
“Please..,” you say breathy and quiet.
“Please what?” He says acting stupid. He just wants to make you say it.
“Please just fuck me already,” you beg.
“Awh, what’s with the attitude, zouina?” He says teasingly as he slides his fingers down your slit and into your gushing wet hole. He penetrates you slowly as he adjusts himself to face your pretty pussy.
He licks your clit in a circular motion. You feel your back begin to arch as he picks up the pace. His fingers slide swiftly against your gummy walls. You let out gentle whimpers.
“N-ghm… fls’ so good,” you say in broken words breathlessly.
“You’re doing so good, princess.” He says softly—quickly continuing to lick your clit in a circular motion.
“T-too much!” You hardly choke out as he begins to pick up the pace more.
Your hips move in rythm with his tongue and your gummy walls begin to contract around his fingers. You feel yourself reaching a high, but it’s quickly ended by Cypher slipping his fingers out of you and halting his tongue.
“You thought I’d let you orgasm that easily?” He says cheerfully. “Too bad.”
(border credits to @ cafekitsune)
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Husband! Cypher HC (Gender Neutral)
Cypher x Reader
Hi!! It’s been a while! It’s kinda sad to see the Cypher community die out so I’m back! I ran out of ideas and that’s why I don’t post. This one is a bit short but sweet. Requests are open and I will get to them as soon as I can :)
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Husband! Cypher always kisses you when he gets home. No matter what you are doing, he finds you like a heat seeking missile and attacks you with kisses.
Husband! Cypher hates going on long missions. He literally counts down the seconds til he can be home and have you in his arms.
Husband! Cypher always buys gifts for you from his trips. Most of the time it’s the regions snacks or food. Other times it’s a little trinket that reminded him of you. You will always treasure the fish keychain he got you from Breeze.
Husband! Cypher loves spending time with you and will drop everything to be by your side. You ask him to cuddle and read with you? He will call in from work sick and spend the whole day with you.
Husband! Cypher will tease you about the littlest things. Staring in his eyes for too long? He will ask “What’s your problem?” and squeeze your face.
Husband! Cypher won’t really show you off at work. He likes to keep his work life and home life separate. No one (besides Brimstone) knows that Cypher has a partner, let alone married. The only trace of you he has in his lab is a mug you got him for Christmas that says “Worlds Best Asshole ❤️”.
Husband! Cypher has always loved you, no doubt about it. From the moment he saw you he could tell you were his forever person. He cried like a baby when you walked down the aisle to him. His heart will always be full of love for you and whatever you do.
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Hello! First post on hit site Tumblr!! I offer you an extremely rushed Cypher x Reader! I'm so sorry if he's a bit OOC here. Do note that I originally made this with an OC in mind! Comments will be greatly appreciated. Enjoy :)
(C/N) - Code Name
(Y/N) - Your Name
(C/N) looked at the man right across from them, a mug of tea in hand. His eyes, never peeling away from them— at least that’s what they thought. They couldn’t read much from Cypher’s face because of his pesky little mask covering every identifiable inch of him. The blue lenses only provided them small insight with how frequent his shutters— or eyelids blink. Despite that, they still feel his eyes on them, as if they have his undivided attention.
“So, Cypher, what did you call me here for?” (C/N) asks as they look down into their mug, gently swirling it around to gather the loose leaves in the middle while awaiting his answer.
“What? Is it not normal to want to have a cup of tea with a friend?” He teased as he giggled, holding up his white mug of tea to them. He then lifted his mask up ever-so-slightly to take a sip of his still-hot tea, making (C/N) turn away for the sake of courtesy.
“You gotta warn me before you do that. I don’t wanna accidentally see your face, Amir.” Their voice had a hint of annoyance in it. Cypher was a man of mystery— the man kept his entire identity; from appearance to past a secret for Christ sake! Despite that, it seemed like he had no issue with (C/N) seeing a bit of his face, but he hasn’t told them that yet, which prompts silly situations like this.
“I know, dear. But it’s alright, I know you aren’t telling anyone about what you saw.” He pulled his mask down to hide his smirk. “You and I aren’t so different. We practically think the same! Minus the hidden identity, of course.”
(C/N) sighs at his antics and rolls their eyes. “I suppose we are.”
A moment of silence falls between the two. It doesn’t feel awkward, but it feels like something’s hung up in the air. Like a question that needs an answer.
“(Y/N), there is something I need to tell you.” The once goofy air suddenly turned serious. It wasn’t everyday people called (C/N) by their real name instead of their code name. Whenever their real name is used, they know the topic is gonna be something rather important. They tilted their head to the side, as if questioning the sudden shift in tone.
Silence once again, but this time Cypher’s nervously fidgeting with his mug, looking down into its contents. A sigh escapes him as he looks back up to meet their gaze. Oh their gaze; so piercing. It was as if they were staring into the deepest depths of his soul, digging through the dark matter that lies within to see even a glimpse of his thoughts.
“I thought about it for a while. My past, Nora— everything really. It’s all been so dark, so dreary ever since it all crumbled for me. But you— when you joined, it felt like a breath of fresh air. Everyday, I look forward to seeing you. Our little hangouts have been the highlight of my days recently. Whenever you’re around, I feel like a sailor lost in the raging sea finally seeing the light from the lighthouse. A beacon of hope, if you will—” He cuts himself off with a cough, slightly tilting his hat to hide his embarrassment.
“I may be too old for this word, but I think I might have a crush on you.” He visibly cringes at the word. “Truth be told, I haven’t felt this way since I first met Nora. It’s strange to feel that flutter in my chest once again. Just thought I had to get my feelings out there. Didn’t want them brewing in me for too long.”
Cypher now refused to look at them, opting to look to the side and focus on any piece of furniture or clutter instead of them. (C/N), on the other hand, only gave him a sigh before standing up. ‘Maybe it was a bad idea…’ He thought, thinking they were just gonna leave him with no response— a rejection.
He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice that (C/N) was now standing at his side, opposite from where he was looking. One could imagine the surprise he felt when they grabbed his chin to face them, raised his mask just right above his nose, and kissed him.
They kissed him.
…
They kissed him.
It lasted only a second, but to him it felt like eternity. A kiss he so desperately wanted for so long, finally given to him. They only tasted faintly of cardamom and honey, but it tasted like sweet, sweet nectar to him; sweet, addictive, and intoxicating.
They pulled his mask back down and scoffed. “Despite being a genius, you’re a stupid man, Amir. I already knew from the get-go. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“So, was that a yes?” He said as he looked up at them. If he wasn’t wearing the mask, (C/N) swore he’d have some puppy-eyed look on his face right now.
They crossed their arms over their chest and stuck their tongue out at him, a rare display of immaturity from them. It was cute. “I don’t know, was it?”
Cypher chuckled at their sarcasm. He then stood up and pulled up his mask halfway to give them a kiss, one they gladly returned.
“Eww, gross! can you guys get a room? I’m about to cook lunch here and you guys are literally making out.” A voice from behind the two interrupted them. It was Jett, and it seemed like she had brought Phoenix and Neon with her. Cypher immediately broke the kiss to quickly pull his mask over followed by (C/N) hiding their blushing face from the group.
Knowing the group, they’ll probably never hear the end of it. They’ll most likely spread it around the Protocol, but for the first time, it didn’t even matter to Cypher. He’s just happy they feel the same, happy that he finally has what he’s wanted for so long.
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The valorant protocol when their s/o is so good at cooking
Valorant protocol (boys ver) x any gender!reader
Tw: fluff and crack and someone has probably did this before but idgaf this is my take. Small smut because these men are just down bad for you.
(chamber, yoru,kay/o, phoenix, brimstone, breach, cypher, sova ,omen)
Chamber
He often cooks for his own meals and he doubts that anyone would ever cook for him out of the blue.
It was probably at morning he first tasted your meal, you, at the corner of his workshop with a bowl of Cream of mushroom soup for him, he was surprised at this sudden gesture and was held back at the strong aroma of it.
He took a bite and the way the flavors swirled in his mouth, he often eats at luxurious restaurants but your cooking is infinitely times better than what the others can offer.
He enjoyed every bite and wanted to taste every delicious delicacy that you can give, he'll provide you with a credit card with no limits, telling you to use as much as you need for your cooking appliances or ingredients as such.
Chamber would gift you some cook book recipes at random times, just open your cabinet and you'd see a shopping bag with french culinary cook book with literally every recipe. (If you do use that cook book, he'd be delighted and would want to be the first person who tries your food)
When he's busy though, he'd just quickly munch on some treat you made and would kiss you goodbye, tasting the whip cream on his lips as he goes to work.
Yoru
Much like chamber, he won't ever cook for anyone in the protocol other than himself and you, he lives off instant ramen and tonkatsu like a broke ass college student but yeah he's at an average level when it comes to cooking.
When he first tasted some dessert you mafe for him, preferably tiramisu, he savored every bite but his pompous ass can't set his ego aside to compliment your skills.
He'd sometimes watch you cook in the kitchen and hide in the corner of the room, admiring how you absolutely handle the spatula and every ingredient with elegance and deft. (However, if you do catch him sneaking around he'll quickly run away and won't face you until you bug him and would make a shitty excuse that it wasn't his intention to watch[it was])
Yoru sometimes teases you that you cooked food for him because you're so in love with him and so you shut him up with a spoon of cake you made.
Kay/o
He can't eat or smell food so sometimes he'll just watch you eat the food you make and watch you make it.
Even though he can't eat it, he likes watching you cook and would offer to help you prepare or make some dishes if you'd like.
Kay/o thinks the dishes you make are a work of art because it looks aesthetically pleasing and even if it doesn't, he knows you pour your heart out everytime you decide to cook some food.
Sometimes he'd ask you what your food tastes like so even if he can't eat it, he'll have an idea of how good it tastes.
He once tried to cook food but he accidentally spilled water in his hard drive and malfunctioned as you just froze there not knowing what to do, kay/o wanted to impress you too but instead of that he got a lecture instead, and some kisses. (Metal kiss yay)
Phoenix
Everytime you cook for him when he's stressed or just hungry, he feels like he's more down bad for you because I think he's the type to find people who are good chefs very attractive.(not all though, just you)
When he tried their cooking, he was absolutely hooked and would be begging for seconds.
If his s/o could bake, he'd ask for some small snacks like cookies or macaroons if they could; I can see him that when he's busy like in a mission, he'd take out a small snack that you made from his pocket and eat it so he could calm down.
He'll definitely be the type to brag to the others that 's/o made me this, that blah blah blah' to no end because he's just so smitten with you and proud of you.
When you visited his family, you cooked so much food his mothers were literally asking you if you were phoenix's lover, phoenix had to resist the urge to call you his wife/husband because you're just perfect in his eyes.
Brimstone
Oh boy, in his days before, he tasted a lot of good food whether it was travelling or with his friends in the past, he's tasted a lot but it seems like decades worth of food isn't as delectable as yours.
He'd be quick to praise every bite of the food you offered him and even asked if you would like to be some sort of protocol's chef. (He'd pay you good but if you'd like, he'd pay you in other cough cough ways.)
I don't know but I think I saw some voiceline of cypher ranting to brimstone that they run out of that specific drink and how the rest of the protocol seems to be drinking all his expensive tea and telling brim to buy their shit so the others could stop; brimstone is like the father to the protocol and fixes most of the problems, and if you were to tell him that oh you run out of ingredients he'd be coming back to the base with literally trucks worth of groceries.
There are times he'd stop his work and just stare at you with love-struck eyes while you did your work in the kitchen, the other agents however either teased you or found it cringe on how you guys look like those old couples.
Breach
He's a criminal for fucks sake he lived in the underground for probably a long time now and he's tasted some good food sometimes but would just eat easy-to-make food that wouldn't take too much time. (And also why would you spend an hour making meals when the police is at your tail, coulda spent that hour running away from them, he says)
But he'll encourage you to make more food since it's too good and that you shouldn't waste that talent of yours.
Like kay/o, Breach would help you in the kitchen whether it's just cutting up some onions or frying an omelette, well if he can't help you with that he'll just help you with cough cough other ways. (Y'all nasty)
He thinks you're a better chef than jett and when she found out she was butt hurt from his comment, like she's a god damn sous chef but don't worry they're both aware you're probably one of the best, if not the best chef in the protocol.
I can see he's the type to do tiny gestures like small kisses or quick hugs when you brew him coffee or cook up some swedish meatballs after or before he does workout training with the others.
Cypher
I wanted to mention an angst like you cooking like a fucking chef god and it reminds him of his wife, his old family eating happily together but that's not the point.
Cypher loves your cooking, it makes him feel so warm inside and, like the rest, would praise you about how amazing your culinary skills are.
He once made a joke that you should open up a restaurant and that he'll be the first one to eat there, but if you really did, he'd eat there regularly.
I can see him as someone who has a sweet tooth so if you were to make like Moroccan desserts like, meskouta orange cake or Baklava, god damn it he'll literally get pumped up in his work and would work harder, almost like it was the most intense energy food ever.
Cypher would be the type to take pictures of your food and would put it in some photo book and surprise you with it and label some of it with sticky notes like, 'dessert 1: tastes delicious but you taste better', you smacked him in the forehead after though.
Sova
When he was younger, his babushka would make the most mouthwatering meal he's ever tasted.
Once sova has took a bite of yours, he thinks that your skill level is literally on par with his babushka's. (Remember, grandmas are literally the best chefs idc what y'all say, someone telling you your cooking is like better than their grandma's is the greatest compliment ever)
When you're cooking in the kitchen, expect him at the counter just watching your every move and patiently waiting for you to finish so he can take a bite of it.
After he finishes his meal, he'll kiss and hug you, telling you that everything you feed him tastes wonderful and how he'd want you to be his wife/husband.
If you're open for some suggestions on what to cook next, he'd make a list of food like russian food or new combinations you could try and would be the first, like the rest, to taste it.
Everytime you just give him a warm smile and try to feed him with some pasta for example, he has to resist the urge to not take you here and now because god damn that pasta looks tasty as fuck but you both know what's tastier. (Wink wonk)
Omen
Like kay/o he can't eat or drink but let's say hypothetically he can, he barely eats because he doesn't have to, he can't explain it properly that he's not hungry but he's craving for the meals you make, and your's only.
It's just that he feels happy when he eats it, he thinks it tastes good and the smile on your face when you watch him savor every bite makes him enjoy it more.
Both yoru and him do watch in the shadows/corners of the kitchen room but the difference is he's not shy when he gets caught, he'd knit you a tiny hat with little food designs because he thinks you'll like it while intently watching on how you concoct the greatest 3-star Michelin dish made.
While you cook in the kitchen, he'd wrap his arms around your waist as you both watch some food literally spinning in the microwave.
He lied one time to you that he actually needed to eat just so you could cook some food for him regularly, but when you gave him someone else's cooking he said he didn't want it and that's how you found out he lied.
In conclusion:
You're their spouse. Anyways i hope y'all enjoyed this, i despise this tbh
#valorant x reader#valorant fanfiction#valorant fluff#valorant headcanons#valorant imagines#valorant smut#chamber x reader#valorant yoru x reader#yoru x reader#kay/o x reader#valorant phoenix#phoenix x reader#brimstone#brimstone x reader#breach x reader#valorant cypher x reader#cypher x reader#valorant sova x reader#sova x reader#omen x reader
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Cypher as a dad headcannons 😍😍😍😍😍PLEAPSLEPLEPALS PLSASE -sho anon (literally defeats the point of being anonymous)
omg hi sho anon 😱 i totally dont know who you are
#cypher as a dad hcs
featuring cypher from valorant<3
g/n reader
genre: fluff, angst
warnings: minor cypher lore spoilers, like one curse word
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OK WAIT yk.. i feel like he'd be kinda protective
since he has lost his previous wife and child, he is quite protective with his family
cypher as a dad would be super cute! he loves to spend time with his child(ren) when hes not working
sometimes he'd come home super late and see you on the couch with the kids on top of you sleeping and it puts a smile on his face
and sometimes, he makes some gadgets for them to play with as gifts
ok cypher as a dad is hot he'd probably spoil his kids alot. whether its food or gifts, you name it, he'll (try and) get it
please NEVER pull a prank on him by "disappearing"
if he didnt find out beforehand (which is practically impossible because he can find out everything) he'd be super worried
i feel like he'd cry
you disappearing reminds him of how he lost his loved ones and he swore to keep you safe
when he finally sees you again (probably by digging info and finding out about the prank) you and the kids would never hear the end of it
he'd react in two different ways depending on how hes feeling
if he caught on quick and got over it he'd say, "thought you could hide me, didn't you?"
but if he wasnt able to handle it well...
"don't do that! you made me worried, shit.. i thought i lost you too."
#cypher#cypher valorant#cypher x reader#valorant x reader#valorant x reader fluff#valorant x reader angst#cypher x reader angst#cypher x reader fluff
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another oldie im sorry :( cute fluff
you rubbed your eyes in an exhausted manner. you see, the thing you never hear about the protocol is the amount of reconnaissance the eyes of the group do. not a day goes by where you attend work and aren't creepily stalking through some randoms civilians instagram page because they've been seen associated with a target. and now that they have a duelist who can seek out information, you can never catch a break from all the solo search and destroy missions brimstone sends you on.
the man told you in confidence that he knew you were the best agent for the job, and that he trusts you in this lone wolf- sort of- position he's assigned you to, and when someone does such a genuine thing, it's hard to say no. especially when the man has a standard golden retriever dad personality, and is your best friends father figure.
still, it doesn't take any stress of your shoulder's knowing its just you out there.
of course, cypher noticed. he always does. it's hard not to, when every night he retires to his room to find you sound asleep- still in your usually bloody clothes from taking down another target. him usually being the one to change your clothes and clean you up a little.
he must've been pretty lost in thought, because when he remembered he had been doing something, he was already at your office door. quietly opening the door, since everything he does is quiet. he watched as you leaned back in your chair and yawned harshly, spinning your chair back and forth for a second before stretching and going back to your computer. he smiled at your antics fondly.
suddenly, your ear twitched faintly and your eyes raised to meet his. "hey there, stalker."
"damnit! you always know." he grumbled, you grinned softly and tilted your head. "it's never gonna work, aamir. i’ll catch you every time." he waved you off, knowing one day he'd find a way to catch you off guard. you only then noticed the two cups of coffee in his hands, you raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes (or at least, you think he did. his mask was on.) pulling a chair up to the other side of your desk. you moved your monitor so you could sit across from him with ease. he slid the coffee over to you and you started reading the label reflexively.
(ur usual coffee order)
you raised an eyebrow at the list of ingredients and smiled softly, reaching over the table, you cupped his face with your hands and rested your elbows on the table. the tips of his ears and cheeks flushed red as you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. he put a gloved hand up and over your lips, turning to look away bashfully. you giggled into his hand at the action, moving from holding his face to just holding the hand against your face.
"you're awesome, i was killing for some caffeine." you casually complimented. an abnormally sincere expression appeared on his face as he grabbed your hands and held them both in his. "i worry about you lately, (name)." you sighed as he repositioned his hands and held your face, he gently ran his thumbs under your restless eyes. you closed your eyes and relaxed into his hands. he began to rub slow circles over your temples.
"this line of work is so stressfullll!" you whined, holding the cup of coffee and feeling the warmth spread through your hands. cypher only laughed lightly at you, "its not like you have much of a choice, do you?" he asked, the question sincere, but his tone clearly indicated he was teasing. "no, not when i can walk on walls i guess." you replied defeatedly.
"hey aamir?" you asked, slowly drinking the coffee he brought. you watched the blue pupils of his mask morph into different shapes before finally adjusting as hexagons on you. "how did you find out what kind of coffee i like? we've never gotten it together before." a bit of coffee spits out of his mouth as he slapped a hand over it. his cheeks flushing red as his eyes darted to the left, his mask lifted just enough to drink (and also see the bottom of his cute pink cheeks). you could tell from his demeanor and body language he mustve been embarrassed. he hated that you knew, the growing grin on your face only confirming it further. you rolled your eyes.
"stalking me again! you really are obsessed, aren't you?"
you spent the rest of your breaktime having coffee with aamir, and when it came time for him to go you quickly finished your work, hoping you'd see him later that day. (you definitely would :))
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Warmth of the Soul-A Cyphmen Fic
CHAPTER 1
Cold
All life needs temperature regulation, though mammals can usually self-regulate their body heat internally. … well… Omen can’t do that. Heat is a very important part of Omen's life, he needs it to survive. That’s why he bathes in the sun, the glorious sun.
Omen shared this characteristic with reptiles, and right now, he is missing the beautiful sun. He yearned for the radiating ball of burning gas in the sky. So warm.
Omen sighed with a frown. He missed the heat. This is terrible.
Why should Omen be the one in this accursed world to be infected with this? Winter is the worst. Omen hates to bunker down for 3 months every year. His blood basically freezes if he tries to do anything outside. Do you know how terrible that is? It's so hard to move, and even after you heat up your basically out the whole day! Not fun. Just to be able to walk out of his house he has to wear more layers than an onion. Omen has to wear multiple sweatpants, 3 long-sleeved shorts, and 2 hoodies just to be able to not collapse.
Not only does this season almost put him in a coma it also brings more little children singing silly songs. Omen crossed his arms and let out an exasperated humph.
Omen wonders why Cypher decided to such a cold area. Or why he even agreed to live here. He knew what would happen every winter.
But his train of thought was interrupted by the rustling of sheets behind him.
But then he felt a wave of heat come over him. A surprising but not unwelcome development for the wraith. He felt his face get pricked with heat, the man behind him leaning him and putting his head behind Omens neck. He embraced the gloved black hands around his lower waist. Heat radiating from every spot he was making contact. It felt good, like coming into a hot room after spending the day in the cold. He felt the warm breaths press up on his cold next sending ripples of warmth through every nerve in his body.
But as quickly as he felt these ripples the faster they were ripped from his grasp. He normally wakes up before his love but due to the cold, he was restless. Omen would never admit this to anyone but Cypher but he loved being wrapped in the arms of his lover. He loves feeling connected to Cypher in body temperature.
But what he didn't like was the snow in his state. The evil icy snow, poaching his precious mobility. However, Cypher on the other hand LOVES winter, like loves loves. Sometimes he wonders if Cypher likes the winter more than him. Every year he will put up silly little lights and break out all of the toy snowmen to put in the front. Omen doesn't understand how, winter- at least for him- is horrible in every way.
Omen feels a shift behind him, and then, a barrage of kisses. The arms around him squeezing tight.
“Good morning, Omen,” Cypher said, Omen being able to hear the grin in his voice.
“How did you know I was awake?” Omen replied, in his raspy morning voice.
“You were restless” Cypher chuckled.
Shit. He must not have noticed, he has a bad habit of doing that. Omen just hopes it didn't wake up Cypher. But he was probably ready to frolic in the winter atmosphere.
One last kiss to his wheel and the arms around him disappear.
Stealing his cold once again.
Omen let out a sigh, watching as Cypher got out of bed and made his way towards the window. He pulled back the curtains and peered outside, his face lighting up at the sight of the snow-covered ground.
“Look, Omen! It snowed even more last night!” Cypher exclaimed, turning to face him with a huge grin.
Omen just shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Cypher's love for the cold season.
“I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast, want me to make your favorite?” Cypher asked, already starting to pull on some pants.
Omen nodded, grateful for the offer. He watched as Cypher made his way out of his sight feeling the cold settle back in once again
With a warm feeling spreading in his chest, Omen put on his clothes and made his way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee and pancakes filled the air, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Cypher cooking away in his apron.
"Morning," Omen said, perching his head on Cypher’s shoulder
"Morning, love," Cypher replied, planting a kiss on his cheek. Sending warmth through him. Only letting out a sluggish “mmn”.
Omen craved the couch, the frosty air cripling him. He took a few steps and ended up plopping himself on the couch, buried in blankets. And a few minutes later Cypher walked over and handed Omen a cup.
Heat.
The cup felt so warm in the wraith's hands. almost as warm as the coffee residing inside. Omen held the cup with both hands, holding it close in an attempt to heat up himself. He wished he could suck the heat out of the cup he was holding. That would be nice. Though it still felt nice to hold.
At the moment, Omen was concerned. VERY concerned, for his boyfriend of course. The aforementioned was currently making breakfast with a large smile on his face as Omen sat at the table. The very troubling part being that he was shirtless.
Omen knew that Cypher enjoyed the cold. He basically thrived in it. But surely he has to be SOMEWHAT cold, right?
Meanwhile he felt covered from head to toe.
Just to get out of bed this morning, Omen was wearing a hoodie, with the hood up and closed as much as it could of course, a long sleeved shirt, and sweatpants. As well as two pairs of thick underwear. Which was uncomfortable but, the last thing he needed was his dick contracting frostbite.
He took a sip of his hot cocoa, letting the warmth sliver down his throat and spread throughout the rest of his body. He mentally shivered and tingles flew through his spine.
Omen glanced over at Cypher who was swaying his hips ever so slightly while cooking. A soft hum escaped from his mouth as the grease sizzled and popped. Cypher's grin was wide, and he bobbed his head to an inaudible rhythm while tapping his right foot.
Omen couldn't help but admire the man, he was a beam of light in any situation. Even on the gloomiest of days, or frosty winter mornings, he radiated joy. It seemed almost unfathomable to be down in his presence. However, Omen could sure try.
Winter is horrible.
A hand placed a plate before him, interrupting his detestation of anything chilly. As he glanced at it, a faint steam emanated from the contents, filling the atmosphere with the coziness the man craved. His stomach growled as he picked up a fork.
Cypher sat next to Omen. Putting a hand on his back and rubbing it.
“Omen, Are you ok? you're tense,” he said in a caring tone.
He directed a sharp look at the watchdog before realizing his own glare and softening his expression. Unbeknownst to himself, he looked and felt upset but Cypher could sense his mood before he even realized it himself.
Instead of responding verbally he crashed his head into the other’s shoulder. Letting it rest there as he soaked in his bodyheat.
Cypher hummed and pulled him closer, trapping him comfortably in his arm and continued to eat silently. Omen wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to feel the mans signature warmth against himself. Cypher’s rough hand was massaging his upper-arm, and Omen was certain he was in heaven.
He felt himself start to relax, peace flooding his body as the hand worked circles on his shoulder. Such a tiny action, but the tiny actions are always the ones that hit home runs.
He didn't even realize it, but he was practically clinging onto the man. His arms snaked themselves around Cypher and tried to pull him even closer. His mind was calm and swimming with only one thought, “I love him.”
(I hope you liked it everyone!! You can follow my a03 acc[same name] Also sorry for the strange formatting, the a03 to Tumblr is strange.
CHAPTER 2
Cold.
Omen was scowling and crossing his arms.
Him and Cypher went out for the day to meet up with a few of the other agents. The ghost was wearing too many layers, he looked like shit. It was cold, blistering cold. Everything was covered in white.
Viper had the wonderful idea to meet up at a café and enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee with everyone. This would be a perfect idea…
IF THEY DIDN’T ALL DECIDE TO SIT ON THE PATIO!
It would be the worst day of his entire life, but luckily they had a large heat lamp on the patio. Omen respected that. That was awesome.
“What's up with him?” a snarky voice asked, joined by a finger jutting out straight at him.
Cypher stopped his conversation with the other three and glanced at the two of them.
Chamber was right across from Omen, both seated at the far left of the table. Just as the watchdogs mouth opened to answer, he was stopped.
“Why don’t you ask me yourself?”
“... Alright. What’s up with you? You look like a cartoon character.” Chamber’s expression could’ve been made out of stone, it was unreadable.
“Fuck you.” “You wish you could.” “Snarky bitch.” “Budget casper.”
Omen uncrossed his arms, and his hands slammed on the table. “TAKE IT BACK!” Omen was leaning forward, in a display of aggression. Meanwhile, Chamber was completely unbothered, maybe even slightly satisfied.
“Make me.” Omen was now the one who was pointing at the other. “I FUCKING WILL!” Omen began to get out of his seat but a large and very firm in its intent to keep the other down sat on his shoulder. The hand squeezed and Omen began to sit back down.
Reyna got up and walked to their edge of the table. She leaned over it, in between the two of them. Her voice hushed but frustrated, “You two shut the fuck up , you’re causing a scene. Now is not the time.” The ghost and sniper collectively huffed as she sat besides Viper again.
Cypher started, “Omen has a rough time around the winter season, due to being cold blooded.” Another squeeze to his shoulder. Being a seasoned engineer, the man really knew his way around his hands. Omen’s heart fluttered. ‘He’d much rather be home currently.”
Chamber tsk’d and Omen’s heart stopped fluttering. “Ah, so that’s why he ditches every meet up and training session when it's cold outside. Always thought it was suspicious how you always got sick every single winter without fail. Allergies my fat ass.”
“Actually i was sick, i get-” Omen noticed the sniper mocking him, making a stupid and punchable face while mimicking his speech. “...” Chamber stopped and stared at him, smirking.
One last squeeze and then the beloved hand that he loved so much returned to its owner’s side. Damn you, Chamber. Damn you.
CHAPTER 3
Heat.
Omen could feel himself blush and his insides squirmed. A hand that felt rough and hot was rubbing tantalizing horizontal lines on his lower back, as a pinky followed the motion slightly below his jogging pants. Lazy and slow. Omen was laying on him whilst being held by him.
Him and Cypher were attempting to watch a movie, snuggling on the couch under a blanket. Or at least, he is. Cypher is attempting something else entirely. Though his eyes were glued to the screen; Omen knew the watchdog was focusing much more on him.
Having been boyfriends for years and fiancès for months, Omen knew exactly what his man was attempting to do. Rile him up. Cheeky bastard.
They were watching a horror flick, which is how Omen knew there was no way in hell Cypher was possibly paying attention, Cypher couldn't handle being alone in a dark room. Omen side eyed him to get a good look at his face, it was as stoic as ever. He definitely had other things on his mind.
A woman on the tv screamed and was getting hacked to bits by a large man with a machete. Suddenly, Cypher’s hand felt lower than before and Omen felt his joggers shift slightly. The man's pinky was no longer just above his ass.
He felt red hot, his blood felt well past boiling but he was the opposite of angry. Which was highly unusual for him. He must resist the man’s temptations! The seducer beneath him had strong tactics, but Omen was sure he could last the night without succumbing!
The same pinky belonging to the man brushed past something. Instinct took over the ghost and he snapped his head to look down at the watchdog staring at him with his eyes wide. Cypher, who took his leisure slowly turning his head and craning his neck a little to meet his lover's gaze. Simply said…
“What?” His voice was soft and teasing and there was a smirk on his snout. Although tiny, it was immediately noticed by the man on top of him. “This is making you feel warm, is it not?”
Suddenly, all desire to speak was drained out of him. He slowly lowered his head back to the watchdog’s neck and averted his attention back to the movie. Sure, there was now a man being dumped into an acid barrel while still alive. But, Omen couldn’t focus on all the cool effects and budget gore. His mind was swimming with naughty thoughts.
He felt a longer finger push and prod around almost as soon as they both turned their attention back to the screen. Oh yeah, this is where it gets good. Now this was some real warmth!
He bit the inside of his cheek and waited for an intrusion.
Just then a phone rang, and not just the finger, but the entire hand disappeared. Omen almost whined. Yes, he almost WHINED . That same hand was now wrapped around a phone.
Omen heard a small “shit.” come under the other man’s breath. “It's brimstone-” Cyphers eyes met his and sent him a soft apology.
Omen almost saw red. Those- those- those COCKBLOCKS! What is it they want now? This is ridiculous. They’re always calling his cypher, HIS MAN, out of the BLUE to pressure him to work. This is ludicrous. Awful. BLASPHEMY. He should go down there, and give the snooty higher ups a piece of his fuckin mind! Maybe a broken nose too-
“-make it up to you later.” And then the watchdog kissed his forehead. Suddenly, Omen no longer had any desire to yell at people in positions of power. The tall wormed his way out from beneath his ghost. Omen’s hand quickly shot up and turned Cypher’s head back towards him. The man’s thumb was milliseconds away from hitting that answer button. His fiancè’s face looked so handsome in his hand.
“You better.” The watchdog smiled, hit the answer button and then walked away. An annoyance in his tone.
Though frustrated, the promise of later was enough for the wraith. The other wasn’t one to disappoint. He could settle for later, that’s fine.
But then again… there goes warmth.
Oh well. It’ll be back soon anyways.
(Christmas chapter 4 coming soon hopefully! Please follow for more if you enjoyed this!)
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Birthday
Your birthday with Val Men!
(Cypher, Sova, Yoru, Chamber)
A/N : AM I REALLY BACK?? ARE U SEEING A POST FROM THE LOSERLOKI?? the world may never know.
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Cypher :
Cypher knows your birthday. You hadn’t even mentioned it to anyone and yet the moment you woke up he greeted you with a gift.
The gift itself was something you had been looking at on amazon.. How did he know this? The world may never know.
“Happy Birthday little bug. I hope today is well for you.”
He doesn’t let anyone else know of your birthday but he does spoil you throughout the day with your favorite snacks and drinks. Other agents start to think he’s slowly losing his mind.
As you opened your bedroom door you let out a squeal. The last thing you were expecting to see was Cypher standing in front waiting for you.
“Good morning and happy birthday.” He shuffles a gift into your hands and your eyes widen.
“I didn’t tell you it was my birthday today? Also were you waiting here all morning?” You’re not disappointed with the gift, far from it, but you still were a bit shocked.
“Don’t worry about that. I am sure you will like your gift. And I went to buy your favorites. Everything should be to your liking.” You could hear the grin in Cypher’s voice as you stared down at the item you had been wanting for a while. You shouldn’t be surprised, you knew he had quite the web of information on people. While it should probably perturb you at the least, you were just happy to not have to spend your birthday in silence.
“Thank you Cypher.” You give him a hug which he returns quickly, his fingers tapping at your back.
“Anytime.”
Sova :
Sova tries to make something really thoughtful. Like a sweater or a plush. He asks Omen to help him knit something.
He will try to get everyone together with some food and drinks. He wants you to have a memorable day!
If they’re too much though he will automatically notice and whisk you away. As long as you’re happy he is too!
“Happy Birthday!” The agents cheered as Sova led you into the dining hall. There was decorations around and an array of gifts set out to the side. Sova gave you a soft smile as his hand rubbed at your back.
“You guys..!” Your eyes widened as everyone shuffled you towards the table. You could feel tears prick at your eyes at the amount of effort everyone put in just for you.
“Sova did a lot of work to get this altogether! Don’t thank us, we just showed up.” Phoenix shoots Sova a wink as everyone begins to settle down for food. You look next to you as Sova puts his hands up in a ‘it’s nothing’ motion and blushes. You can’t help but laugh at the adorable face and give his hand a quick squeeze.
“Thank you Sova. You’re too kind.”
“It’s really nothing. I hope to make your day the best. You deserve it.”
Yoru :
Expect teasing. Even if he does care, he will not show it easily.
“You definitely look old. I’m sure you’ll be able to use your wrinkles as a purse next year.”
He will get you something that’s more suited towards his hobbies but he means well!
“Since you always bother me about the motorcycle rides being cold.” He shrugs as he gives you a new motorcycle jacket. He even added matching patches to twin with him. (Not that he would admit).
He will buy you dinner as well but don’t mention it or he will get grumpy.
“What is this Yoru?” You raised an eyebrow with a grin as he handed you a thick leather jacket. His cheeks tinged with red as he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t go getting a big head. Just because I got you one thing for your birthday does not mean you are special. I am just tired of hearing you complain about how cold it is on the motorcycle.” Yoru pushes the garment into your hands and you notice the matching patches on the side. Your heart swells at the sentiment. You knew he wasn’t great with wording his emotions but he definitely put thought into this.
“You’re too kind ‘Ru. We should use it tonight to get dinner.” You add with hope and he just sighs.
“Yeah yeah.. I guess it would only be smart. Be outside by eight or I will leave you.” He grunts as he moves to leave.
“And Ru?” You add and the man turns around. “Thank you.”
Yoru’s face goes even more red than you thought was humanly possible as he tries to adjust his hair to keep cool.
“Whatever.”
Chamber :
Chamber likes to be coordinated. He’s set up lots for you both to do throughout the day. Unless you specifically tell him not to weeks before.
He will give you a few gifts throughout the day, just small things. Trinkets that reminded him of you or stuff he thought you would like.
He will take you both out to a nice lunch and let you shop, saying it’s on him if you see anything you like. (It takes stress off of him to make sure you get the best gift.)
“Happy Birthday, my dear. I hope today is up to your standards. If there is anything I can do to make it better.. Don’t hesitate.”
“Is your food good? Do you want more to drink?” Chamber says quickly as he watches you eat. You can’t help but chuckle at his anxious attitude, reaching for his hand.
“It’s perfect, just calm down and enjoy your meal. If something was wrong I would tell you.”
Chamber seems to relax a bit more as he leans back in his chair and squeezes your hand.
“I only want the best for you. It’s not every day that it is your birthday after all.” He hums and you can’t help but smile. He’s always so thoughtful and kind. Despite what the many agents back at base thought. Not that their opinion on him had ever mattered.
“Thank you honey. Today has been great.”
Great was an understatement. He let you run around to your favorite stores, smiling and nodding along to anything you found of interest. He spoiled you with small gifts and snacks, and now such a fine dinner.
“Anything for you.” He gave you a soft smile as his lips brushed your knuckles. You felt your heart jump at the small action and you let out a small laugh.
“Eat your damn food.” You wave off the affection and he only chuckles.
“So defensive. But whatever you want.” He shrugs as he digs back into the food. It was safe to say your birthday was a success.
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hi!!! can i request a cypher x reader where the reader just kinda goes "haha cypher look what i can do" and they just pick cypher up in their arms. like reader flirts w cypher a lot and cypher kinda finds it endearing?? and also please keep on showing ur strength to him. he finds it attractive
this request was so cute!! here you go anon :D
Strong!reader x Cypher
Word Count: 407
Fluff
Though you’re not the biggest person, your radiant abilities enhance all of your physical abilities, like hearing, sight, and… strength
One day, Cypher is teasing you and you kind of just snap and you snark, “yeah? Cypher, come over here then”
He does and you immediately scoop him up, bridal-style and smirk at him
What you don’t expect is the nearly inaudible gasp he makes and the way his heart pounds
“Cat got your tongue, Cypher?” you ask
Cypher lets out a groan under his breath, almost inaudible if not for your hearing. “Quite impressive,” he mutters
As much as you’d like to toss him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes or something equally humiliating, you decide to put him down (though you sense he’s a little disappointed)
From that point on, you take it as permission to carry him as much as possible
Casually, you’ll sneak up behind him and give him a little hug from behind, making sure to lift him up. You can feel his heart patter from that
One time when he was struggling with carrying a load of weapons and equipment, you picked them up, easily carrying the stack. Normally, you know he’d probably try roping Phoenix in to help, but you can feel his eyes on you when you pick them up
When your abilities first appeared, you didn’t like the stares. But with Cypher, it feels fond
Another time, the two of you are holding flank on a mission and Cypher is busy checking his camera. You hear Jett call out on the comms that the team is rotating but Cypher seems oblivious.
Not knowing what to do, with an enemy agent around the corner, you pick him up bridal-style again
Cypher just grunts and calls out your name in confusion. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t get shot! I’d appreciate a little thanks!”
At this point, Cypher’s given up on being allowed to actually walk and instead grabs your shoulder to make your job easier (not that it’s really necessary)
After a moment you realize he’s tracing the seams of your shirt, gently. It’s strangely domestic for the battlefield
Eventually, whent the two of you finally confess to each other, you have to ask
“So, was it the strength?”
He just laughs. “Oh, you know. Just a little bit.” You know he’s blushing so hard under his mask.
(Also he definitely likes being the little spoon)
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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a sfw fic with cypher and a fem wife reader where she very obviously has a thing for his hands and maybe him teasing her about it
Thank you for reading my request, have a nice day!
It’s so cute and wholesome I couldn’t wait to write it!! Of course I can do this for you anon, it would be my pleasure :)
Keep Your Hand in Mine (Female Reader)
Cypher x Reader fluff
Words: 894
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You were perfectly positioned. Your legs were curled up underneath you, a blanket sprawled on your lap and legs, and a good book in your hands. You read in the warm glow of your fairy lights that you begged your husband to put up for the, as he puts in air quotes, “aesthetic”. You let out a small sigh as you turn the page, your arm rising from its comfortable position against the side of the couch as you flip the fragile paper to uncover unread words. You lean your head on your hand as you continue to read. A sudden dip in the soft cushion makes you glance over to see a smiling face holding a steaming cup of your favorite tea. You give him a small smile and close your book, making sure the book mark is in its place. You carefully take the hot mug into your small hands and give an excited smile as you stare at the amber liquid. You can hear your husband chuckle at your antics as you take a small sip. The burn never felt so good and you let out a small mewl in delight. His chuckle deepens with your mewl.
“My love, the sounds you make are so cute.” He says as he nuzzles into your neck. The tickle of his stubble makes you scrunch your nose trying to hide your tickle spot. You pull away from him and look into his deep brown eyes. His head falls since you moved away from him making him fall into your lap. You giggle as you set the steaming cup on the small side table, being careful not to spill it. Amir readjusts and is facing upward, his head still in your lap. You look down at him softly, your hands making their way to his hair to play with his dark brown locks. He closes his eyes in delight and almost purrs.
“And you say my sounds are odd, you’re literally purring Amir.” You point out. His face quickly bunches together, his eyebrows knitting and his eyes opening. A playful smile adorns his face.
“None like you my love, my life.” He says as he gets up and makes himself comfortable next to you. He places an arm behind you pulling you into his chest. You lean in and take one of his hands into both of yours.
You then start your little routine. You measure your hand against his, noting how small yours is in comparison. He slightly curls the tops of his fingers to meet yours. You then take every single finger and rub them, giving each one a personal message. He leans his head back on the couch, fully sinking into the hand massage. You carefully put that hand down and pick up his other one and do the same routine.
“My love.” Amir groans out. His voice gravely due to him being so relaxed. You let out a small hum to let him know you are listening. “Why do you play with my hands so much?” He questions. You smile to yourself and play with his wedding ring, slowly turning it around his finger. The gold shining brightly even in the warm light.
“I play with your hands because I like them.” You answer innocently. He raises his head up and gives you a questioning look. You give him a soft, adoring look back. Looking at him like he is the best thing in the world. His eyes soften and he takes one of his hands from you and places it on the side of your face, cupping it slightly. You lean into his touch, your eyes still full of love for your husband. He then melts under your gaze.
“‘Because I like them’.” He says in a higher voice slightly mocking you. You giggle and look down, your hands finding the other one. He also chuckles and tries to find your eyes again.
“I do Amir. I love your hands. I don’t know why but…” your sentence drifts away as you carefully take his other hand into yours again. Your fingers gently circle the callouses he has gained from work. They work their way around to different scars we has adorned on his skin, your fingers rubbing them slightly almost trying to get them healed. You look back up at him and find his face giving you a look that you know very well. One that says ‘continue your sentence please’. You give him a small smile and continue while looking into his brown eyes.
“But I love them. And I love you.” You lean in and give him a peck on the lips. He smiles against your peck and leans in a bit more to try and get more of your kiss. You pull back and feel his other hand come up to your face to cup the other cheek. You then put one of your hands on his wrist, gently wrapping your small fingers around. He slightly squishes your face between his hands which makes you giggle and him chuckle at your now squeezed face.
“Ah my love.” He calls as he lets go of your face. Your face almost looks disappointed, missing his warmth. He then quickly gives you a peck on your lips making you smile. “What did I do to deserve a wife like you.”
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Afraid of the Dark - Cyphmen/Shadowire
finally deciding to post this on here since i only dropped the link before. this is just a cute cyphmen i wrote in an attempt to try and rekindle my love of writing. this is also not beta read or formatted in any way, so please excuse if its total trash. enjoy! :)
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no warnings apply, sfw, m/m, cyphmen/shadowire
For a man that holds so many secrets, who knew the dark could be so terrifying?
The Valorant Protocol was full to the brim on days like today. When winters came by and snow began to fall in thick blankets of pure white, missions would be canceled in favor of staying in doors protected from the harsh cold. Many of the agents end up finding comfort amongst each other and stay in doors. Phoenix, Jett, Neon, and Raze were all bundled up in the common area, each with their own cup of hot chocolate as they watched some cheesy rom com. Sova and Killjoy found themselves not far from the others, talking about their tech and recent missions they’d been on. Others such as Cypher and Omen preferred to spend their free time alone, each confined to their own rooms.
Cypher spent his time staring at endless lines of text, the light of his computer glowed right onto his tanned skin and into his eyes. There was another light on in the background, he knew better than to strain his eyes especially when he wasn't wearing his mask. He read article after article for some paperwork Brimstone had asked him to work on, switching back and forth between the articles and a document, typing every once in a while to add notes or fill in information he deemed necessary. The loud whipping of wind against his window caused him to jump a bit, diverting his attention to the window to gaze at the falling snow. Everything outside looked pure white, nothing but snow could be seen for a long way. A weird feeling churned inside Cypher’s stomach, knots of fear and anxiety that he refused to let himself acknowledge. With a lingering eye, he eventually convinces himself to turn back to his work and ignore the loud winds and aching feeling.
Omen on the other hand spent his time lounging in his bed, wrapped up in a warm blanket as he carefully knitted. It wasn't a past time he shared with others but he enjoyed it nonetheless. His current piece was a long scarf in a deep shade of blue, a similar color to that of his cape. He wouldn’t admit outloud why he was making the scarf, he wouldn’t dare mention the fact he overheard Cypher mention to the others that he got cold often during the winter. He sure as hell wouldn’t dare admit he was knitting said scarf for Cypher, because the little fact meant nothing to him. He was knitting for fun, and that is what he told himself as he glanced out the window to look at the snow. His gloved hands worked without him having to think too much about it, leaving Omen ample time to think and watch his surroundings
The first signs of the increasingly heavy storm began to make itself apparent when the power in the facility flickered. The group in the common area all groaned loudly as their show was interrupted for a brief moment before it resumed. Cypher sat back in his chair as the bright screen in his face flickered, he felt his heart jump into his throat, the anxiety from before now too making itself far more apparent. He wasn’t scared, no way. He spent every waking moment around others in a mask, no way a little storm and some flickering lights scared him. Right? As if the storm could hear his inner thoughts, a particular harsh gust of wind howled and whipped against the window, slightly shaking the glass from its force. There was a brief pause and then yet another gust of wind picked up. Somehow even harsher than the last, or so it felt like that Cypher. The lights once again flickered, but this time did not come back. He sucked in a breath and quickly sat up, turning to look at the now off lamp. The room he was in was filled with complete darkness, no light inside or out. There was some commotion outside in the common area, but to Cypher their voices seemed to melt together. He couldn’t distinguish one from another as a wave of panic washed over him. He felt around frantically trying to find the closest thing to grab onto, in his panic he only backed himself into a wall and slid down it. The waves of panic washing over him grew with each moment that passed, he absolutely despised the dark.
Cypher covered his face with his long sleeves in an attempt to shield himself from crying. The all-powerful man, who knew so many secrets about the kingdom, the protocol, and his own friends, was reduced to a shaking crying mess. He hiccupped in between sobs, trying to quiet himself down, not wanting to risk someone coming in when he didn’t have his mask on. Omen just so happened to be in the room next door, though even as the power was out and his room was too filled with darkness he continued to knit away, he didn’t particularly need to see it. At first he wanted to ignore the noises he heard through the wall, it wasn’t his business. He didn’t care about Cypher, he shouldn’t care about Cypher, he shouldn’t be worried. As the sobs grew louder and shakier, his heart ached and he couldn't bring himself to just sit there and listen. Without a second thought he was teleporting into Cypher's room, avoiding using the door entirely. He crouched down in front of the other man, whose knees were pressed into his chest in an attempt to find any sort of comfort in himself
“Cypher…” Omens' voice was barely above a whisper, he didn’t want to scare the other more than he was already. The other man looked up teary eyed at the shadowy man before throwing his arms around his shoulders and hiding his face in his chest. Cypher felt so embarrassed that someone was seeing him like this, but the fear he felt was much more prominent in his head; he just wanted nothing more than a hug. Anything that made it feel less like the darkness was closing in on him and going to swallow him whole. Omen immediately returned the hug, wrapped his arms tightly around the shaking man and rubbed small circles into his back. “It’ll be okay. Nothing will hurt you.”
Cypher gripped onto Omens cape as if it was the last thing in the world, if he were to let go right now the darkness would consume him. The other man kept him grounded, his hand never leaving his back, “I’m right here. I’ll stay right here until it’s fixed. I will keep you safe.” He mumbled softly into his hair, which seemed to help ease the others' worries. He meant every word he spoke, every promise he made. He pressed the lightest kisses to Cyphers temple every few sentences, giving his words more meaning, wanting to make sure the other knew very well. Soon, his sobbing was reduced to sniffles and tiny hiccups, he knew the fear wouldn't go away until the lights were on again. “You’re doing amazing, Cypher. It’s all gonna be alright. You’re so brave, so strong.” Omen moved his free hand to cup Cyphers cheek, wiping away some stray tears before rubbing his cheek softly with his hand.
The small action eventually soothes Cypher enough to look at Omen, who to much his surprise had removed his own mask at some point from when he entered. “I… I didn’t want you to feel more worried that I had seen you, so I thought I’d return the favor…” They are both silent for a long moment. “I can put it back on, I-I’m sorry if I’ve scared you-” He is cut off by a gentle shush. “You do not scare me, Omen. You are…” Cypher trails off, his hands had finally let go of his cape, only to now be resting on the other's cheeks. His hands felt cold on Omens skin, he wasn’t used to such intimate contact with others, but as long as it was with Cypher he didn’t mind nearly as much as he probably should have.
“Can I kiss you?” It is asked so quietly that Omen almost misses it over the sound of the wind. His heart races at the thought, “me?” He looks to Cypher's eyes for confirmation, trying to find any sort of malice or lies, but finds none. Cypher only nods in return and leans closer to him, their faces only a few centimeters apart, they could feel each other's breaths. Omen decided it was now or never, maybe he’d never get another chance like this. He closed the gap between them, gently pressing their lips together, Cypher was quick to follow the kiss smiling softly against the others lips. Omen had heard the others say before that kissing someone was like fireworks, and maybe there was really a method to their madness, cause he felt like he was on cloud nine. After a few moments of holding the kiss, Cypher is the first to pull back, blushing immensely and hiding his face in Omens shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d actually kiss me.” He giggles almost like a little kid, “No way I’d let that chance go.” He responds, pressing another small kiss to his temple.
“Do you wanna spend the night in my room or here in your room?” Omen askes after a bit. Cypher thinks for a moment, “your room.” He gives a small nod and grips onto the other a little tighter and teleports them both back to his room. He plops onto the bed and allows Cypher to get comfy at his side. “Thank you, for helping me” Cypher eventually whispers to Omen, having turned to face him, leaning into his chest. “I don’t mind one bit. And don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare tell anyone.” He lightly reassures as he wraps his arms around the other man securely.
Cypher only nods, already starting to drift into slumber since he was pretty tired. He cuddles as close as he could to the other, humming softly once he is finally comfortable. “Aamir, by the way.” He mumbles as he falls asleep, a tiny small drawn across his lips. Omen is left shocked and oddly warmed at the fact he is trusted enough to know the others real name. “Aamir…” He lets the name roll off his tongue and past his lips before deciding he would follow the other into sleep.
The winter had never felt warmer.
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Cheesecakes and Secrets CH1. Rewrite
Genre: FLUFF
CATEGORY: MXM
SHIP: Valorant Cypher X Male Reader
WARNINGS: NONE
Along the quiet seaside harbor lies a small café ran by a single man with a smile on his face and love in his delicious creations.
/Yep, this is the rewrite/
The afternoon sun shone through the glass windows, the salty breeze from the ocean flowing through the streets of the seaside harbor, mixing in with the scent of freshly brewed coffee within the small cafe situated within.
The owner sits behind the counter lined with various sweets and treats, his eyes glued to a book in his hands, a smile on his face as he turned a page, his favorite drink sitting idly nearby.
The clock on the wall ticked by as the sun moved across the blue sky, now turned a mellow orange. The owner still sat behind the counter, his drink now empty but the smile on his face stayed as he turned yet another page.
Outside his little cafe stood a heavily dressed man, his white coat flowing against the salty ocean breeze, tinted glasses sitting atop his nose, and a mask covering the rest of his face.
Looking down at his phone before looking back up at the cafe, he peered through the glass and then promptly walked inside.
Pushing the door in, he was greeted by the jingle of the bells hanging atop the doorframe and the strong scent of coffee penetrating his mask. The tables were empty but the place still felt warm.
His eyes wandered around the cozy interior until landing on the man behind the counter, his book now lowered as he warmly smiled and welcomed the newcomer; “Hello, What can I get for ‘ya?”
Looking down at the sweets on display and their respective prices, the customer glanced back up at the man behind the counter “Any recommendations?” drumming his fingers against the wooden surface, the owner hummed before answering “What about a cheesecake?”
Shrugging, he replied; “Sure, I’ll take a slice” as he fished out a wallet from one of his coat pockets whilst the owner turned around to grab a slice from the fridge behind him “Are you taking this out?” “Ah, yeah” he responded while placing the cash on the counter.
Placing the cheesecake on a box with the cafe logo on it, he handed it to the masked man and promptly smiled, “Have a great rest of your day, Good Sir”, with a nod, the mystery man ducked out of the door and into the harbor.
“What an interesting man..” Y/n said as he started wiping down the empty tables.
Night has fallen and walking through the common room door of the Valorant Protocol is no other than the infamous Morrocan Information broker Codenammed Cypher. His usual full-faced grey mask on his face, but is surprisingly wearing something more casual, and on his hand is a white small white box.
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Entering the dining area, he was met with the team’s white-haired Korean wind assassin, Jett, her blue eyes sparkling as they caught on the box her friend was carrying. “Did you finally go to the cafe I told you about?” sighing, Cypher replied as he placed the box on the table and grabbed a plate and fork, “Yes, yes, now calm down and don’t even try to snag it away”
“Daww, no fair” Jett pouted before taking another sip from her mug of coffee. “I only bought a slice anyways,” he said whilst sitting down and opening the box “Cheesecake!”
Chuckling, he lifted a fraction of his mask to reveal his mouth before taking a forkful and eating it, if Jett wasn’t here, he would’ve moaned at the delicious taste that coated his tongue, already regretting his decision of only buying himself a slice whilst Jett could only stare in envy beside him.
“I have to get more of this” he whispered to himself as he looked down at the empty plate in front of him, the room was silent as Jett had left after he had reprimanded her for the third time and caught her trying to take a bite.
After washing the plate and utensils he used, he went back into his own room, tinkering away into the late hours of the night.
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