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saved the cinematic for post-busy day. no regrets

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blood and water [chamber & chamber drabble]

Pairing: chamber & chamber, platonic? (i can't even call it that) Word Count: ~650

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His mirror glances over. “Something is on your mind.”

Chamber crunches the bottle in his unsteady hands, his mouth dry as he shakes his head. The hazy air clutters his mind, and the neon lights of the Tokyo nightlife only worsens his headache. He glances down at himself, already seeing the spots of red decorating his suit, future bullets in his chest at the betrayal.

“There’s nothing.” He manages a small smile, staring back into cautious eyes. “Rest assured, brother.”

“Is that so? I can recognize this look anywhere.”

The next moment feels stretched out in its silence. A steady drone of music and chatter serves as a backdrop to unending thoughts, pulling Chamber downwards into a deep spiral. He takes a sharp inhale, his smile briefly flickering at the sudden question, before shaking his head again. Vibrant blues and pinks bring about darkened shadows on his double’s face, and a feeling of fear rests in his stomach at the uncertainty of this situation. There is no face to read and therefore no control to be had – and thus, Chamber hopes he isn’t giving himself away too much.

“No, nothing at all.” His voice is steadier, the word spilling out in a low drawl. He feels the air shift with a newfound suspicion, undetected prior. “You can have faith in me.”

“In this line of business?” His mirror scoffs. “Faith kills. You expect openness between partners, especially in a duo like ours. If you end up staying silent on something critical to our mission, then it isn’t just one of us who dies. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

Chamber shakes his head again. The water in the bottle ripples from the adrenaline. “No, not at all.”

“Hm.” He tilts away from their bench, arm dangling off the rest. “Then, why lie?”

Chamber takes a deep breath. There’s a faint sense of alarm: the nearly limp frame against the wooden frame, holding just enough energy to keep itself up, reminds him of his own combat preparation. Always have them believe you are there to just talk. Nobody anticipates a man that can pull weapons out from thin air. He turns away, unsure if they need to disrupt the night with an array of bullets. Words jumble together in his head, forming a blip of a sentence that will hopefully maintain the peace for a little longer.

“It’s not… relevant to the upcoming goal. My troubles are with the interpersonal relationships I have with the agents of the Protocol. It is nothing like how Legion functions, and thus not worth sharing to ask for advice or help on navigating this situation.”

“That’s it?”

“Why would I lie? Do you not trust me?”

“No, no.” Finally, a chuckle. “I thought it was more serious than that. You aren’t getting along with some people on your team… and you’re sad about that?”

Chamber frowns. “A reductive way to phrase it.”

“You can call it reductive, but I see it as the truth.” His mirror turns back around. In his expression is a mixture of disappointment, of pity, of loneliness that is simply too far gone, of determination that fights to overshadow everything. “You’ll eventually realize that everyone is just there for the plan. We use them to achieve our goals. That is their penultimate purpose in this life.”

Purpose, Chamber echoes.

“With that, you’ll take a look at those interpersonal relationships that you’ve formed. Once we reach the end, then you’ll see.” There is just enough light to catch sight of the grimace in his mirror’s lips. “Everything you’re worrying about now is meaningless. It might bring temporary joy, but you’ll lose the Protocol. I’ll lose the Legion. The only thing we’ll have left is each other – so why offer genuine care to what will be dust in the end?”

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Summary: A photo on Iso's wall reminds both him and Sage of their respective childhoods. While nostalgia is a familiar friend to Sage, Iso struggles to remedy his own longing and receives advice during their conversation.

Pairing: Iso & Sage, platonic

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stories of immigration always hit close to home - and therefore, stories of second families also hit close to home. the iso/sage voicelines held plenty of possibilities (along with their similar geographical backgrounds), so here we go :)

[linearitie]

hello, it's nice to meet you! i wanted a space to just ramble/write to the void so here we are

basics: i'm lin (she/they), and i like valorant fanfic - this will be mostly a valorant blog as a result, and may stray toward the nsfw side of things. here's some stuff i've written

ships: i read almost anything, but write (or at time of posting, will hopefully write) primarily cypher/chamber and cypher/omen. if other characters/pairings catch my eye, i'll write them as well :)

other links: i'm on twitter too, but i only lurk

excited to meet y'all <3