#fade headcanons

[grimryoper]

The Valorant protocol has a secret santa tradition. Chamber was willing to participate but the moment he drew Fade's name, he panicked. Fade was a bit intimidating, they weren't exactly friends and they wouldn't even have a small talk.

When the day finally came, Chamber was unsure about his gift. He felt nervous when giving it her, so he asked Fade to open it alone in her room.

Later that night, Fade got to her place, feeling really curious to see what she got. The wrapping paper had a letter glued to it, a written message talking about how Chamber remembered hearing that Fade had big trouble sleeping and when he was a kid, this kind of "toy" was the only thing that helped him sleep. Taking the wrappings off, was revealed a customized music box. When opened, two cats started spinning, playing a calm song.

Fade thought it was cute, the gift was very thoughtful.

[dazziesrantzone]

Sleeping together (literally); Fade

She will avoid sleep as much as possible, nightmares are a huge part of her afterall, while she usually uses other people's fears oftentimes her own come haunting her in her sleep

Will still lay in bed with you and hold you if it helps you though

If she does sleep she does so preferably only in your presence, it calms her a lot knowing that you're there, if she thrashes around too much she will want you to wake her up

It pains you to see her struggle so hard to sleep in your shared bed after a rough mission, her sleep mumbling and rolling around woke you up

You know she hates sleeping, but it is something humans must do after all, you sigh contemplating if you should wake her up or not

Oftentimes you try to gently hold her in an embrace to calm her down

It's as if she notices during her sleep that you shifted closer to her and it usually makes her stop moving around so much, maybe she's embracing your warmnth during her sleep

Other times you'll have to back off and try to wake her up

"Hazal, please..", as her arms flail around you gently caress her face, a light touch is usually enough to wake her up

"Maybe we should try again later, let's relax a bit first. I don't want you to hallucinate or anything because you're not getting your sleep." "I will just drink a coffee, it's fine", she retorts

It is in fact not fine, her work already takes a toll on her she needs rest so after a bit of just cuddling and watching some episodes of which ever series seems interesting enough in the moment you go to sleep again

You'll hold one of her arms in yours this time so she knows she's safe

There's not a lot more you can do to help her but she appreciates every ittle thing that you do

[lost-gladiator]

idk how many times ive reblogged this person's writing but this literally makes me scream and cry and throw up everytime like i literally love these help

Hey grey, how r u? You feed my simping over valo women, thank you for that :') Now that your requests are open what about agents having a crush on fem reader and like how they act and maybe confess? Any female agents you want but your ot4 would be great *thumbs up*

one ot4 headcanon list comin' right up! thanks for requesting nonny <3

THE CONFESSIONS | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER X F!READER

words: 1600 warnings: fluff!

 FADE

Fade has never been more nervous in her life. 

Get hit by a bullet? Meh. Look a human in the eye as they die? Not bad. Walking onto a battlefield prepared with the inevitability that she may die? Child’s play. 

But asking out her crush on a date? Fade’s fingers are twitching and she feels weak in the knees. 

So much so that the Prowler constantly at Fade’s side has gotten frustrated with the Initiator's lack of… initiative. They’re visible now, a mass of black shadows and red eyes clinging to her legs, and upon walking into the lounge room with their owner, they see none other than you. 

You, standing at the counter and drinking some coffee by yourself. 

Immediately, the prowler takes off in your direction, skipping between legs and leaving a wisp of fog in their wake. They hop up onto the counter to nuzzle your arm affectionately, betraying what might be the true emotions of the Turkish Bountyhunter. 

“Hey! C’mon, get off of her!” Fade jogs over, waving her hand at the prowler before resorting to picking it up with her own two hands. The Prowler meows insistently, waggling their arms at you. 

“Someone’s not giving their cat enough attention,” you remark, sipping your coffee with a fond smile. Your body turns to face Fade, and the Prowler once again stretches their arms to you. 

“I’m sorry, they’re not usually like this. They only do it if they really like someone—” Fade realizes what’s come out of her mouth, because everyone knows that Fade’s Prowlers are manifestations made by her hand. 

“Really? I guess I should say that someone really likes me then.” The grin slides up your cheeks, and Fade’s face turns red. 

Instead of denying it, Fade merely puts the Prowler back onto the counter. “Yeah, that someone is me.” 

You blink. “Wait, really?” 

Fade nods. “I wanted to tell you myself, but it seems my Prowler did before I could. So— Can I take you out on a date?” 

You’re in disbelief, but after pinching yourself and realizing that this isn’t fake, you reply, “Fuck yes, take me out on a date.” 

Fade grins, and very shyly, she leans forward, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. If you weren’t holding your mug with both hands, you would’ve dropped it onto the ground. As Fade walks away, you brush your fingers over the skin, still feeling the warm tingle of where her lips once were. 

REYNA

Reyna finds you walking down the hallway of the dorm room, obviously seeking someone else out, but this is a better opportunity than never. 

She reaches out of her bedroom door the second you walk past, grabbing your shirt to yank you inside. The door shuts with a slam and you stumble onto your feet, catching your balance. 

Reyna spins to you, her eyes just ever so slightly glowing. “You. I have a problem with you.” 

“Don’t you have a problem with everyone?” You reply, raising your hands. “What did I do?” 

“What did you do?” Reyna repeats. She laughs. “Oh, what didn’t you do, cariño?” 

You’re confused— even more so when Reyna slowly approaches you, looking like she’s about to devour her dinner. You’re no stranger to Reyna’s danger, but this feels… different. The air is charged with tension you cannot describe, and your heart pounds in your chest when the light under her shirt flares. 

With you backed against the wall, there’s nowhere else for you to go. Reyna puts her hand over your head and she’s leaning down to you. This might be the last moment you’re alive, with how Reyna is staring at you like a starving woman. 

“Do you know how much it aches to see you, day by day, and not have you?” 

Wait, what?

Reyna grasps your jaw, her sharp nails pinching into your skin. “How much more obvious do I have to make it? I want you, cariño.” 

“Want me?” Still, you’re not sure if she means as food or as something else, so Reyna— exasperated at this point— slides her hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. 

Oh. 

When Reyna pulls away, there’s a dumbfounded, almost loopy expression on your face. Reyna stares, then scoffs. 

“I can’t believe you’re the one I like,” Reyna grunts. 

SAGE

Sage paces in the infirmary. 

There are rules against this! Brimstone would be so disappointed, but… I can’t help it. Who could? She’s beyond anything I’ve ever known. The same thoughts circle in Sage’s mind, the healer anxiously picking at her nails. 

Sage asked you in the lounge this morning to meet her in the infirmary at a quarter past noon. It’s twelve thirteen on the clock, and you’re not known for being tardy. If anything, you’re one to arrive early. 

So when the door opens and you step in, Sage spins around to face you, putting on a somewhat awkward smile. 

“Hey, Sage, hope I’m not intruding on anything,” you say with a gentle grin. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes, everything is okay,” Sage says. She gestures to one of the infirmary beds. “Do you mind if we took a seat?” 

Shrugging, you walk over and plop yourself down, leaning back on your hands to watch Sage come over. When she sits, there’s an unusual gap between the two of you. You and Sage have been friends since forever, and closeness is one of the things you share. Frowning, you reach over and take her hand. 

“Hey. What’s going on? You seem distracted,” you say. Sage swallows thickly, then sighs. 

“What I’m about to say may cause you some trouble. Maybe for the both of us, so if you want to move past it, I completely understand,” Sage starts, rubbing her free hand along the fabric of her pants. Sage takes a moment to center herself. Better now than never. 

“I like you,” Sage continues, meeting your gaze. “A lot. More than I have ever liked anyone, and that bit is terrifying by itself, but with you… it’s exciting. But if you don’t return the feelings, I understan—” 

You cut her off before she can even finish by leaning in and kissing her. You can feel the shock on Sage’s expression melt away, and her cool to the touch hand rests on your cheek. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. 

Pulling away, you say softly, “I’d been waiting for you to tell me.” 

Sage gasps. “You were? Why didn’t you say something?” 

“Because I know you, Sage. And for the record, you’re adorable when you’re nervous,” you say, kissing her again. 

VIPER

Quite frankly, Viper is disgusted with herself. 

Looking at you makes her heart pound. Seeing you smile makes her cheeks burn. Watching you fight on the field with precision and accuracy makes her entire body warm from head to toe. Hearing your laugh makes her chest squeeze in a way she is entirely unused to. 

“Good morning, Doc!” 

Of course, you arrive in her lab, cheery as ever. Viper turns and has to bite back the grin that threatens her emotionless exterior when she lays eyes on you. Beautiful, amazing you. 

“You’re extra quiet this morning, everything alright?” You sit on the table near her workspace, resting your head on your hand. “I know Chamber was annoying you for the entire goddamn mission yesterday. If you want me to shove my fist up his a—” 

“That’s not necessary,” Viper cuts you off, and you flop over with a dramatic groan. This reminds Viper precisely why she’s so annoyed. Of all people to like, to have feelings for, it was you?

You, who has gotten stuck one too many times by Fade’s tethers on accident. You, who has screamed when Yoru teleports out of nowhere behind you. You, who always blushes and smiles whenever Viper looks your way. 

“Okay, but I’m just saying. Chamber is so annoying. I wish he’d stop flirting with you. You’re clearly not interested in him. Or anyone, for that matter,” you say, swinging your legs back and forth as they dangle from the table. 

“And who says I’m not interested in anyone?” 

You blink. “Wait, you are?” 

Viper doesn’t miss the brief expression of… of hurt that flashes across your face. 

“Well, whoever they are, they’re pretty lucky,” you say, folding your hands in your lap. 

Viper puts down her pen on the paper, turning to you. It takes her less than a second to see that, though you’re trying, your feelings are hurt. She must believe that I like someone else, Viper thinks to herself. That won’t do. 

Walking over to you, Viper puts her hand on your chin and tilts your eyes up to hers. 

“Chamber can’t have me. He won’t ever, because I do like someone else. And that someone is you.” 

The words finally click in your brain. 

“Wait, me? You like me?” You say, and Viper nods once. You grin. “Wanna go on a date in front of Chamber’s room so I can rub it in his face?” 

Viper snorts. “You are awful. Yes to the date, no to it being on base. We’re going somewhere else.” 

“Fine, if you insist.” You hop down from the table, wrapping Viper up in a hug before walking away. “Be ready at eight!” 

Damn you, Viper thinks, watching you leave the room. I can’t believe it was you who melted my heart. 

~~~~~ A/N: thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

[thimblings]

sometimes i play around with the headcanon that the companions did ask Rook to join book club or to go camping or to hang out or any of the various things they do together - but Solas obscured it/erased it/controlled Rook's responses, in order to make sure Rook would feel more and more isolated and full of regret. eventually, after being turned down enough, he didn't even have to do anything anymore - they just assumed Rook didn't have the time or desire.

(very quick and dirty/cruddy comic to illustrate an idea, like most of my comics are lmao)

[maryymaruu]

I don't really have my own take on Moon's design- I try to keep it close to the game, she's already perfection ♡

I just gave her dress a little bit more shine~ Not sure about how I pick the colors, my laptop screen's hue is all sorts of wack.

[curiouslymyown]

Once jegulus get together you’ll never see an unmarked Regulus again

[melsieee]

The blank eyes of a child who doesn’t know himself

[stinkypeanutbutter]

He eepy . .

But seriously , he’s a heavy napper

someone help her

pls

[mezzy-1]

Learning Their Language (Valorant X Reader)

The protocol is about as international as it gets, and although most of them are bilingual there can be a bit of a language barrier.  You and your S/O decided to practice a bit of their native language so you could.  (I’m bilingual in Spanish so everything else me actually learning words, so it may not sound like a native speaker).  Like, reblog, and comment pls :) Special thank you to @darthladyofillusions for help translating the Turkish and Japanese!

Gekko - Spanish 

“Oye Y/N, que onda?” Gekko asked as he entered the lounge and sat next to you on the sofa

“Nada, estoy ehh… I’m just sitting here. I don't really know how to say that yet…” you trailed off with a bit of a weak laugh 

“Y/N, don’t worry about it.  It’s good that you can understand when I’m saying hi.”

“But I want to know more…”  you paused and looked at him, then an idea struck

“You could teach me, you and I spend so much time together and it isn’t like it would be studying in school.”

Gekko stared back at you for a couple of seconds and then sat up quickly

“I’d totally teach you Spanish Y/N!”  His excitement matched yours, and a wide grin spread across his face

A few weeks went by between you and him doing the basics of Spanish.  Practicing phrases for callouts helped a lot for the field, but even simple responses like ‘de acuerdo’ or ‘un poquito’ became more common for you

During a particularly slow day, Brimstone called a meeting.  Gekko and you sat together as usual

Part way through the meeting, Gekko whispered ‘Creo que vamos a morir en esas sillas.  Seremos esqueletos secos cuando Brim esta terminado.’

You understood his joke clearly and stifled your laughter the best you could.  Gekko had made a habit of telling jokes in Spanish for only you and him

Unless of course Reyna was in the room, at which point she’d join in.  Reyna’s Spanish was quicker than when Gekko spoke to you, but you had learned to pick out a few words

“Dime Gekko, ¿qué quieres comer anoche?  We got some skirt steaks in so we can make some ar-achera.” you looked over at Gekko, a puzzled expression on his face

“Como?  Que dijiste Y/N”

“Arachera?...”

“You aren’t rolling the R in ‘arrachera’ right.  Say it like this: Arrr-A-che-Ra.”

“Ar. A! Ara!”  You tried to pronounce it the same way he did but just weren’t used to making that sound

“Well do you have any advice on how to roll an R?”

“Just put your tongue on the roof of your mouth.” he replied, taking a step closer to you while you tried to pronounce it correctly

“Como eso amor.” he leaned in and kissed you softly 

“On the top of the mouth, Y/N.  If you can kiss, you should have no problems with saying it right.”

“Fue incredible…” you whispered as he pulled back.  Gekko was blushing as much as you were and giggled quietly

The rest of the evening was spent grilling, cutting vegetables, and making crude jokes in Spanish

Wingman nearly ran away with some of the plated arepas you and him had made.  After rescuing them, you had your dinner together

“Oye Mateo,” 

He looked up mid bite 

“I never got to thank you for how much you’ve done for me.  Muchísimas gracias a todos.  Y tu sabes eso, pero te amo.  Eres mi querido.” you worried you sounded too much like a telenovela but caught Gekko smiling

“De nada Y/N.  Eres el amor de mi vida  también.”

Chamber - French 

“Bonsoir Y/N, ça va?”  Chamber called to you from behind right as you entered the workshop 

“I don’t know what you just said Vincent.  I can only understand when you speak English.”

“But Y/N, you could learn.  After all, you’d have the finest tutor in all of France to teach you.”  Chamber moved closer and looked over your shoulder as you began to disassemble a pistol

“You’d actually teach me?” you asked, trying to fight the urge to turn around and meet him face to face

“Certainly Y/N.  For two people to share a language is a wonderful thing.  They work better together and they become so much closer”

His offer got the better of you, and you relented.  You turned to face him as he stood up and met your stare

“I’ll do it then.  Especially if it means we can spend a little more time together.”

Chamber adjusted his glasses and smiled.  “Magnifique Y/N.”

For the next couple of weeks you met with Chamber whenever you could.  Lessons tended to be something you looked forward to

“Non, non, Y/N.  It would be a travesty for you not to assist on le mission.  Je m’ennuie à mourir sans toi.  Tu es beaucoup trop amusant pour partir.”  

“Je le pense aussi, but do you think I’d just get in the way?  I thought you’d be solo on this one.”

“Y/N,” Chamber affixed his glasses and studied your hesitancy, “J'adorerais ta compagnie Y/N.”

The mission was a strike on some Omega agents in the Pyrenees range.  After some light exercise and carefully placed shots, you and him retired to safehouse in the mountains

“Ah Y/N, puis-je vous offrir quelque chose à boire?  Txakoli ou Sauvignon Blanc?” Chamber lifted two bottles for you to decide on

“Je voudrais le blanc, s’il vous plait.” you added on extra politeness knowing it would impress Chamber.  Plus going with a French wine would make him proud

“A good choice,” he replied while pouring your glasses.  “Es-tu installé confortablement?”

“Oui, but I have to wonder why we have a wine selection at a safehouse.” you slyly asked.  Chamber gave you knowing glance

“Unless, someone went to great lengths for some time together.  Avez-vous prévu cela?”

“Peut-etre.” Chamber answered, feigning ignorance and peering at his wine glass.  His eyes mischievously darted to you

“You know…while I’ve been learning French, I never did learn how to say something I always wanted to learn.”

“Quoi?  And that would be?”  Chamber inched closer to you set his glass down

“Kiss me.” you answered, leaning towards him and gazing into his enthralling eyes

“Embrasse-moi.” Vincent whispered before taking his opportunity.  He held your head and kissed you gently

After a while, you found yourself resting across Chamber’s chest.  You looked up at the agent and caught him smiling down at you

“Je t’aime.” you quietly spoke

“Je t’aime aussi, Y/N.”

Fade - Turkish

It was getting late in the night and you were headed towards your room

“Hey, Y/N.”  Fade’s voice made you jump and you turned to see her leaning against the wall just out of sight

“Merhaba…” you groaned absent-mindedly.  The lack of sleep was finally catching up to you 

“What was that? Y/N Türkçe mi öğreniyorsun?” her typical scowl replaced with deep interest

“I mean, only a little.  I don’t know if I’ll keep doing it though.”

“...Well I could offer a few minutes every so often.  İlgini çeker mi?

“E-Evet.  Tesekkurler Fade!” despite your exhaustion, you still had trouble sleeping that night

The following couple of nights you spent in Fade’s room with a cup of tea and a few notes you scribbled down

Most of the practice was just chatting together about life at the protocol and the day to day

“… Üç saatlik sorguyu izlemem gerekti. Üç saat.”  Fade too a long sip of çay and laid back on a pillow

“Really, 3 hours and nothing?  That must have been boring.”

“Türkçe Y/N.” She chided

“Uzgunum!  Ne kadar sıkıcı!”  You quickly corrected yourself and adjusted your seat

“Anyways Y/N, Günün nasıldı?” Fade reclined back and trained her gaze on you

“Ughh, tipik.  Keşke yapacak daha çok şeyim olsaydı.” you lamented.  

“I can lend you a few books. İster misin?”  Fade picked a few hard cover books from her nightstand and offered them to you

Almost half asleep, you took one and looked it over the summary.  Despite the 

“Uykum geldi Hazal, I’m gonna head over to my…room.”  You yawned and drowsily made your way towards the door but fell asleep where you were. 

Fade moved over to you and placed on of her blankets over you.  She stood, captivated by how peacefully you slept

The following morning you woke up in her room and began to make your way to your own

“Günaydın.” Fade had caught you once more while you tried to quietly exit.  In her hands was the book she gave you last night

“Unuttum! Thank you for reminding me.” you took the book back and set it your room

You met Fade outside your room after your morning routine.  Both of you had the day off, so spent it together

You’d chat in Turkish about plans and privately made arrangements to meet together outside for çay after most of the protocol went to sleep

 Most of the day was gossipping in Turkish and sharing stories from before the protocol.  Fade’s were usually dramatic considering her history, yours were a little more uplifting

Once the moon was hanging over the headquarters, you crept quietly to the spot with freshly made çay 

“İyi akşamlar Y/N.” Hazal greeted you with a slight smile.  “Otur Y/N.”

Taking a seat next to her, you began to sip your tea and chat with Hazal about how much things had changed for the both of you since joining Valorant

By the time the tea was finished, you had your head rested on Hazal’s shoulder while she held your hand

A thought crossed your mind

“Hey Hazal, Türkçe’de…I love you, nasıl denir?” you grinned as the words left your mouth 

Her eyes drifted towards you and she raised an eyebrow.  Her green and blue eyes studied your growing apprehension

Without warning, she took hold of the back of your head and pulled you in close

Her kiss was impulsive and quick, and she held you gently as if trying to shield you from the surrounding darkness

When you broke the kiss, your face was flushed with surprise.  The night air felt twice as cool against the warmth in your cheeks

“Seni seviyorum, Y/N.” 

Yoru - Japanese

“Oi, Y/N, pass me the wrench.”  Yoru had his face buried in his bike as usual, and you were helping out and catching up

“Hai douzo…” you muttered.  Yoru grabbed a hold of it and began fastening something, then stopped

“Did you just speak fucking Japanese?” He sat up, almost hitting his head on the exhaust pipe and looked at you with suspicion

“I did, so what?” you replied.  Yoru was always saying something in Japanese, so you decided to learn what you could 

“And why did you decide to learn Japanese, out of all of the languages to learn?”  Yoru leaned on the bike

“ Betsu ni.” you shot back nonchalantly before folding your arms and smugly grinning at Yoru

“Well you’re sort of shit at it.”  Yoru enjoyed the sudden embarrassment and doubt you felt before making his final move

“Komatta koto ga attara kike ne.  Just make sure your questions aren’t annoying.  Wakatta?”  His attempt to seem uncaring was outweighed by his offer

A few weeks went by of you and Yoru throwing barbs at each other in Japanese or just exchanging short phrases

“Yoru-kunnn…” you purred.  It was just you and him in the locker rooms and you were being a little adventurous with new honorifics

“Y/N.  Ima nan to itta?”  Yoru twisted around with a scowl forming while one eyebrow lifted

“Oh, nothing.  Trying out some more words, Yoru-kun!” 

Yoru took a deep breath and sighed.  

“It’s dumb as hell to use that outside of Japan.  Nobody uses it outside of businessmen trying to kiss someone’s ass and people who don’t know better.”

“Ja dou yobou ka?”  If he wasn’t gonna use it, you’d go with something else to call him.

“Ore no namae de kimatteru da.  Same as you Y/N.” Yoru began combing his hair and dressing into some casual clothing

“Fine then, I’ll use something else.  Yatsu work for you?”

Yoru was almost proud of you for that

“Anata wada warugaki.”

More weeks passed by with you learning some more obscenities from Yoru.  His days of crime taught him an assortment of terms you eagerly applied to your own learning

Soon, you and him were assigned to break into a building and sabotage some equipment

Once you were done, you and Yoru were free to enjoy yourselves 

“Got any plans for us Y/N?”

“Tokunai nai.”

“Good.  Come with me then.”  He pushed past you and grabbed your hand.  Before you knew it you were traveling through his rift

Suddenly, you found yourself on a rooftop overlooking the city.  Yoru teleported behind you holding some bags and taking a seat on the ledge

“Come on Y/N, food’s gonna get cold.”

“Arigatuo Ryo.” 

Steam drifted from the udon as you held it for warmth against the cold night.  Yoru took notice and moved closer without a word

“Hey Yoru, Kisusuru no mi wa nandesu?” you asked while resting your head on his shoulder

Yoru froze for a second, you felt him tense his arm ever so slightly.  His eyes moved over to you and a small smirk began to form on his face

“Mou ikkai ie, Y/N.”

Beginning to answer, “Kisusuru no-” 

Yoru pressed his lips to yours and passionately kissed you.  It was as if he had been waiting an eternity to do it 

Your arm snaked around his waist and he did the same to you.  Warmth from him eased your shivering against the wind

He broke off the kiss and gazed into your eyes.  You couldn’t tell if the blushing was coming from excitement or the cold

“Imi wa kore da yo.  But do you know the meaning of aishiteru, Y/N?”

“Anata no koto daisuki.” left your mouth instinctively

Yoru and you watched the lights of the city together for the rest of the night

Sova - Russian 

“Horosho Y/N, excellent marksmanship!” Sova’s applause was worth every extra hour  of practice at the range

“It was your advice that helped the most.  Thank you again for the lessons!” Sova took your rifle as you thanked him 

“Sova, I have a bit more to ask.  Just a little favor, but only if you feel like it!” you instantly realized how much you were over clarifying

“You always have my help, Y/N.  What is it you would like?”

“Can you teach me some Russian?  I always hear you speaking it and I thought it would be fun to learn it.” 

“That would be wonderful!” Sova’s eyes lit up in excitement.  Later he brought you a small book, a Russian language manual

“I had a few books delivered here from the mainland.  Vam eto nravitsya?”

“Konechno, spasibo!” you quickly thanked him with the Russian you had practiced

You and Sova took turns trying out words in conversation.  It was a little intimidating, but his encouragement got you through the embarrassment

“Kharoshaya rabota!” “Vpechatlyayushchaya!” “Chudesnyy!” 

You and him started to meet for occasional chats in Russian, usually starting with a compliment on something 

This eventually continued over into missions, where you and him would use Russian because it was quicker

“Y/N!  Zaryadite seychas!” Sova yelled while aiming a recon arrow.  You stampeded in and dispatched the hostile agents with his help

After recovering from the fight, you and him were together in the lounge and chatting in a mixture of Russian and English

“Oh, I almost forgot!  Imeyte eto!” Sova passed you another book, a copy of your favorite book but in Russian print

“My mozhem prochitat' eto vmeste.”  Sova was softly smiling and seemed lost in how happy he had made you

You practically crushed him with a hug.  You buried your face into his sweater before pulling him onto the couch

Opening the book, you flipped through the pages to the front and found the start of the first chapter.  Noticing the cover was loose, you adjusted it and your eye caught something

In elegant cursive was written: ‘ya lyublyu tebya, Y/N’ hidden away under the cover.  Curious as to what it was, you asked Sova

“Ah, я ne dumal, chto ty skoro eto zametish'!” he was blushing and nervously twisted a strand of blonde hair

“Sova, chto eto znachit?�� you asked, puzzled

“It means, I love you.  Ty dlya menya vse Y/N.” 

You decided to try some Russian you had learned for a moment just like this

“Potseluy menya.” you leaned in and Sova did as well

You placed the book down and embraced Sova.  He was warm, and the comfort you felt in his arms was akin to sitting near a fireplace

Sova’s kiss was strong, but gentle.  His calm demeanor and tendency to take his time made the moment seem to last forever

“Я tozhe tebya lyublyu.” you whispered into his ear

Neon - Tagolog

“Kamusta ka Y/N!” Neon’s infectious energy broke through the boredom of filing a battle report

“I’m alright,” you put the report down and figured it was complete enough, “what about you?”

“Just trying to kill time.  You still have the copy of that comic I lent you?  Phoenix wanted a copy so…”

Rummaging through the books on your shelf, you pulled a volume from the collection.  A few books fell as you did so

Neon immediately went to help you place them on her shelf started replacing them.  She suddenly paused

“Y/N, is this a Tagalog learning manual?” she turned over to you and held the book up 

“-uh, yeah it is.  I may have picked it up after we started spending more time together.”  A sheepish look was your only defense

“You could’ve just asked me to teach you.  I mean I could totally do that if you’re interested…” Neon’s hair was beginning to stand on end as she waited for a response

“O pakiusap.” 

For a few days, you and Neon met together for lessons.  Of course it was mainly her correcting a few phrases while the two of you went for a run or chatted

She’d also drop a few new words in every time, mostly whenever you couldn’t remember one 

On a late morning jog, you and her took a rest on some of the benches inside the gym and caught up

“Pagod ka na ba?” Neon was already stretching her legs and retying her shoes

“Ilang lap pa?” you sputtered out, still catching your breath.  You loved running with her, but she never got tired 

“Eh, who cares anyway.  Anong gagawin mo ngayong gabi?”  Neon asked, taking a moment to crack her shoulders and neck

“Bukas na ang gabi ko.” Normally you had a few plans with other agent, but tonight you were all hers

“Agh!” Neon winced.  “Y/N, you mind getting this one spot on my shoulder?  Sobrang sakit.”

“O Tala,” you took a seat behind her and felt around her back until you touched the knot.  You took your elbow and pressed into it 

A shock shot through your body and sent you tumbling backwards.  As you regained your composure, Neon’s panicked eyes caught yours

“Patawad Y/N!” Neon cried.  She carefully helped you to your feet and offered her water bottle 

“Huwag mag-alala, it happens.” you had been shocked a few times before and Neon was always worried about you

“I- patawarin mo ako.  I shouldn’t be around you Y/N.” she apologized profusely and sprinted away to her room

Hours passed and Neon hadn’t left her room.  By mid-evening, you decided that she had spent enough time alone and knocked on her door

“TALA!!  Buksan mo ang pinto!” 

The metal panels slide apart and you entered.  Huddled in on her bed was Tala, hiding under her hoodie

“You shouldn’t feel bad Tala, ayos lang ako?” you gestured to yourself to emphasize 

“Hindi ko mapigilang gawin ito.”  Neon’s regret clung to each word, as she dug herself deeper into her clothes

You decided to use a trick you had absolute faith in to get her out of the pit she found herself stuck in

Neon reacted with surprise as you suddenly held her and kissed her.  She froze, arms raising to keep you away

Wrapping your arms around her, you ran your hands over her back gently.  Neon melted into you, but broke the kiss 

“Y/N, I-.”

“Huwag kang mag-alala,” you interjected, “tumutok sa kung ano ang maaari nating kontrolin.”

Neon’s teary eyes were filled with a mix of hope and relief

“Salamat Y/N.  Paano ako makakabawi sayo?  Please, I can’t thank you enough!”

“Well, anong plano mo ngayong gabi?” you were going to make sure the night she planned didn’t go to waste

“I rented some movies, well Cypher pirated them for me.  Gusto mo silang panoorin magkasama?” she tapped finger nervously on her bed

“Of course!  Magugustuhan ko iyan!”  

With that, you and Neon spent most of the evening cuddled together in her room.  About half way through the second film, she leaned over to you and whispered

“Mahal kita Y/N.”

[grimryoper]

VALORANT PROTOCOL AS PLUSHIES!! Pt2

PT1 - PT3 - PT4 - PT5

Skye - Fox

Chamber - Mountain Lion

Iso - Domestic cat

Neon - Bunny

Fade - Racoon

[scribescrawls]

You know how Megatronus Prime has canonical merch of him in Transformers One, I bet all the Primes did. And now it’s making me think if the High Guard also had merch made of them. I mean they were known as legendary warriors and prestigious defenders of Iacon pre-Sentinel betrayal. Were they less popular in terms of the 13 Primes for merch, but still had fans? Did people have decal stickers of Soundwave’s face? Posters of Starscream hanging up on the walls of people’s rooms like how people hang posters of their favorite celebrities up? Is there one poster of a group shot of Shockwave, Soundwave, and Starscream all posed together that’s limited edition and rare?

Slight Skystar, but if Starscream had merch of himself I just know he had a poster of himself hung up in their home. Probably says all jokingly and in a flirty way to Skyfire that it is there “in case you miss my face and so you never forget what I look like when I’m gone” since he probably has to leave pretty often to fight in the war with the Quintessons as leader of the High Guard and only returns when he’s on leave/off duty. But also imagine in those 50 cycles after Sentinel’s betrayal and Starscream is ’declared dead’ Skyfire still keeps the poster up even if it’s a bit aged cause he’s scared he’ll actually forget what his Star looked like since he won’t be returning home ever now as far as Skyfire is aware.

[neonbonded]

The one who left… and came back

♡ ft. Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne & Sylus x fem!reader ♡ cw: abandonment, angst, emotional devastation, soft groveling, implied nsfw (fade to black), reunions, regret, comfort, HEA ♡ a/n: They left. No warning. No goodbye. Just silence and the echo of something that once felt safe.

Caleb

He didn’t leave a note. Didn’t call. Didn’t say I love you. Just disappeared like a ghost in the night—like he never existed in the first place.

No records. No signals. No closure. The Farspace Fleet classified everything. You screamed. You begged. You waited. And then, when it broke you completely, you tried to let go.

You stopped checking the door. You stopped leaving your comm on. You stopped imagining what you’d say if he ever came back.

Because you knew he wouldn’t.

Until tonight.

You open the door barefoot, in the oversized Farspace hoodie he left behind— and he’s standing there. Soaked to the bone. Bruised knuckles. Split lip. One dog tag around his neck. The other? Clutched in his hand like a lifeline.

His eyes meet yours, and for the first time since he vanished, you see the truth: He never wanted to go. He just didn’t know how to come back.

“I didn’t know how to come home,” he chokes out, voice hoarse.

“But I kept trying. Every goddamn day.”

And then he drops. To his knees. In front of you. Head pressed to your stomach like he’s praying. Like he’s searching for proof that you’re real and breathing and still his. His arms wrap around your waist so tight it hurts.

And you don’t pull away.

You drop to the floor with him. Wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Feel him shaking under your hands.

He sobs—quiet, guttural, broken. And you cry, too. Not because you’re sad. But because the worst part is over. He’s here. He’s yours. He’s alive.

You help him out of his jacket. His shirt. His boots. He lets you—like he's afraid if he moves too fast, he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone again.

You guide him to the bedroom. He doesn’t let go of your hand the entire way.

And when you lie down, he doesn't rush. He touches you like you’re sacred. Fingers trembling, lips brushing against the inside of your wrist, your jaw, the scar on your hip. No teasing. No possessive growls. No control.

Just a soft, desperate whisper:

“I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve come home sooner.”

You pull him closer. Bury your face in his neck. And he sinks into you like a man who’s been starving for years.

What happens after? That’s between you and him. But the room is warm. The sheets are tangled. And the only sound is two heartbeats slowly finding rhythm again—together.

You never needed a grand apology. You just needed him.

And now that he’s home, you’re never letting go.

Xavier

Xavier didn’t leave because he stopped loving you.

He left because loving you had consequences. Because the last time he failed to protect someone he loved, it tore his world in half.

And this time— you were too close. Too vulnerable. Too precious.

He chose silence over goodbye. Erased his trail. Cut contact. Not because he didn’t care— but because he cared too much.

And for a while… you waited. You tried to believe he’d come back. That maybe there was a reason. That maybe he was alive.

But the days passed. And he didn’t.

Until one night, long after you stopped looking— you hear a knock on your door.

Soft. Hesitant. Like he’s not sure he deserves to be on the other side of it.

You open it, heart already pounding— and he’s there.

Rain-soaked. Exhausted. Hair longer. Expression unreadable. But his eyes… his eyes are haunted.

Like he’s been seeing ghosts for months. Like he never stopped dreaming about this moment.

“I didn’t know if I should come back,” he says—quiet. Almost apologetic. “But I… couldn’t stay away.”

He doesn’t step inside until you move. Doesn’t touch you until you reach for him. And even then, he hesitates.

Because Xavier’s never been good at reunions. He’s only ever known loss.

But when you whisper his name—just once— his whole body folds.

He exhales like he’s been holding his breath since the day he left.

And when you wrap your arms around him, his tremble is barely contained.

He doesn’t say much that night. He doesn’t need to.

Because when he finally touches you, it’s with reverence. Like you’re made of something fragile. Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again if he’s not gentle enough.

There’s no rush. No desperation. Just… presence.

The kind that says I’m still yours, if you’ll still have me.

Later, under the covers, he holds you with both arms like a shield— forehead pressed to yours. Fingers brushing your waist. Your name murmured once. Then again. Then again.

It’s not forgiveness he’s asking for. It’s permission. To stay. To be loved. To try again.

And when your hand finds his, threading your fingers together, he finally lets himself believe it:

He came back.

And this time— he’s not leaving.

Rafayel

Rafayel disappears like it’s an art form.

No chaos. No drama. Just a slow retreat. A quiet door. A whisper of salt in the air.

One day, he was beside you in bed—fingers tangled in your hair, sketching lazy lines against your spine.

The next? Gone.

Phone off. Studio locked. Socials silent.

And what’s worse—he left behind everything but you.

Paintings. Dozens. Hundreds. All of you. All moments he never told you meant something.

You swore you wouldn’t go looking. That if he wanted to vanish, you’d let him.

But when a friend mentions an island. A rented shack. An exhibit that never opened— you go.

Because you have to. Because even if he doesn’t want to be found… you still love him.

You find him just before sunset. Alone on the beach. Knee-deep in the tide, sketchbook soaked, hair wild, shirt unbuttoned like he forgot how to live like a person.

And when he sees you— he smiles.

But it’s not real. It’s tired. Cracked. Fragile.

“You found me,” he says, voice too calm. “Wasn’t sure if you’d want to.”

You don’t say anything. You just step forward. He doesn’t stop you.

You slap him. Hard.

Then grab both sides of his face and kiss him harder.

He stumbles back into the waves. Laughs—hoarse and aching— and lets you.

When you pull away, eyes glossy, chest burning, he finally looks like he feels it too.

“I painted you like I’d never see you again,” he whispers, hands trembling. “I thought if I could just get it right—one perfect version of you—I’d stop missing you so much.”

That night, he brings you into the studio.

Every wall. Every canvas. Still you.

Sleeping. Laughing. Crying. Smiling. Moments you didn’t know he remembered. Moments you forgot.

He says he didn’t mean to hurt you. He just… broke. And couldn’t stand the idea of you watching him unravel.

“I love you in every shade,” he murmurs, fingers brushing your cheek like a brushstroke. “But I didn’t think I could be enough for you without ruining the picture.”

You don’t let him finish. You kiss him again.

Slower this time.

And when he lifts you onto the nearest canvas-covered table— you let him take his time.

There’s no rush. No performance. Just the sound of his breath catching when you say his name.

He touches you like you’re the only masterpiece he ever got right.

And when the lights fade, and your bodies tangle under linen sheets and salt-slick air, he whispers:

“Don’t leave in the morning.”

“Not yet. Stay until the paint dries.”

Zayne

Zayne always knew how to disappear cleanly.

No confrontation. No dramatic exit. Just... absence.

His toothbrush missing. The spare mug gone. His favorite sweater folded neatly on the couch, like a memory waiting to be grieved.

At first, you thought it was a mistake. That something had gone wrong. You called the hospital. He wasn’t on the schedule. You tried his comm. Straight to silent.

And when you went to his apartment— the locks had been changed.

He hadn’t been taken. He’d left. On purpose.

And it broke something in you you didn’t know could break.

You told yourself you’d stop waiting.

But every time the floor creaked in the hallway, every time the wind rattled the window— you still turned, half expecting to see him standing there with that clinical calm and those eyes that never said what they felt.

And then one night— you open the door to take out the trash, and he’s there.

Soaked from the rain. Collar turned up. Medical gloves half-pulled off in his pocket.

He looks thinner. Like he’s been eating guilt for months and calling it survival.

“I didn’t think I’d make it back,” he says quietly. “Didn’t think I should.”

Your heart stutters.

He doesn’t ask to come in. Doesn’t beg.

He just stands there— a surgeon used to saving lives, now hoping you might save his.

You let him in. Of course you do.

He moves through your apartment like he still knows it— like he never let himself forget.

You don’t ask why he left. Not yet. You just stand in front of him until he finally breaks.

And when he does— it’s not loud. It’s a tremble in his voice. A crack in the dam.

“There was a hit out on me. I thought they’d go after you to get to me. And I knew if I saw you again—if I heard you— I wouldn’t be able to stay away.”

You reach for his hand. He flinches, like he doesn’t think he deserves to be touched. But he doesn’t pull away.

Your fingers curl around his like a lifeline.

And for the first time in months— he exhales.

Later, when he’s in your bed again— he doesn’t move fast.

He undresses you like a ritual. Not to seduce. But to reconnect. To memorize. To apologize.

Every kiss is soft. Every touch careful.

He runs his hands down your body like he’s checking for damage— like he’s still a doctor, and you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever had in his care.

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispers, lips brushing your shoulder. “I just thought loving you put a target on your back.”

You cup his cheek. Guide his forehead to yours.

And in that quiet, breathless moment, you remind him:

“I was never safer than when I was with you.”

There’s no more distance after that.

Only closeness. Softness. Breath on skin. And the feeling of Zayne holding you like a man who forgot how it felt to be wanted—and is learning all over again.

He’s still scared. But now he’s not running.

Because you’re here. And this time, he knows where he belongs.

Sylus

Sylus doesn’t do goodbyes.

He leaves like a warning— no softness, no questions. Just an empty apartment, a locked comm, and a single line scribbled in sharp black ink:

don’t follow me.

And so you didn’t.

You wanted to. Every day. But Sylus doesn’t ask for help. He dares people to survive without him.

So you did. Barely.

You stopped looking. Stopped waiting. Stopped hoping.

And then— months later— you wake to a knock on your door.

Slow. Deliberate. Like it’s not just knocking—it’s asking for permission to be real again.

You open it. And there he is.

Sylus. Drenched in rain. Hair darker, expression dull. Wearing black like a shadow that never left.

He looks at you like a man seeing sunlight for the first time in weeks. Then down. Then back up. And says:

“Tell me to go, and I will.”

You don’t. You can’t.

Your throat is too tight. Your heart is too loud. And your hands—already reaching for him—shake with the weight of every word you never got to say.

So he steps inside. And for a minute, neither of you speak.

Just silence. And breathing. And the storm still raging behind him.

He doesn’t explain. Not right away. Not with words.

He takes off his coat. Stares at the wall like it’s safer than looking at you.

And finally— softly— he mutters:

“There were threats. I handled them. But I couldn’t have done it if you were still in the picture.”

You laugh. Bitter. Sharp.

“You mean if I knew what was going on.”

He winces. He deserved that.

“I know,” he says. “I just… I didn’t want to drag you through it. Again.”

You cross your arms. Lean against the counter. Stare at him like you’re trying to figure out if he’s still yours.

He meets your eyes. For once, no deflection. No smirk. Just a question:

“If I said I regret it— every second I was gone— would that change anything?”

You kiss him before he can say another word.

Not because you’ve forgiven him. Not yet. But because the pain means something. Because the ache is real. Because you still love him— and you need him to know it before he fades again.

He kisses you back like he never expected this. Like you’re a miracle he doesn’t know how to hold.

And when you guide him to the bed— there’s no smugness. No clever remarks. Just him, trembling slightly, as he says:

“I kept my hands clean this time.”

“I wanted to be able to touch you without feeling like a liar.”

Your hands cup his face. Thumbs trace the tension there. And you whisper:

“Then prove it. Show me you’re still mine.”

He does.

Gently. Carefully. Like you’re glass he never thought he’d touch again.

And in the quiet after— when your bodies are tangled, your fingers linked— he doesn’t say I’m sorry. He says:

“I won’t disappear again. Not unless you tell me to.”

You pull him closer.

“Then you’re staying.”

And he does.

[nanmermr03]

Things that have (probably) happened in the Valorant Protocol™ Pt.II

- Killjoy jokingly wrote a Father's Day card for Brimstone as well as her actual father, little did she know that it made Brim cry upon receiving it and he keeps the card in his office at all times.

- Fade bonds with a lot of agents over late-night interactions because they can't sleep (Viper overworking herself, Deadlock having nightmares & Clove being Clove etc.)

- Sova can be seen snacking on various vegetables such as onions and turnips like they're apples

- Agents temporarily banned from the kitchen has their photo (as seen on emails) printed out and stuck on the doorframe with a big red across over their face

- Gekko sometimes use Gen Alpha slang and it would either get a chuckle from the older agents or give them war flashbacks, no in- betweens

- When Neon gets cold, Breach would take his jumper off and put it over her. Mostly because he enjoys seeing how much Neon looks like a penguin from how ridiculously oversized his clothes are on her

- Chamber tailored a full suit for Omen because he became genuinely irritated from seeing the rags he wears at all times

[vaguely-concerned]

fucking crying real tears of laughter at the idea of lucanis letting out a sigh of relief at finally leaving the endless wind-whipped halls of the grand necropolis behind only to find that rook has brought the cursed giant skeleton statues back home with them. and turning to look directly into the camera as only a man who has slept six hours altogether in the last week and is animated only by coffee and spite at this point could. the nevarran lighthouse decor my beloved.

[bakudekublogblog]

the way katsuki just IS izuku's first love drives me nutty. like he just had a big ole crush on him with his huge-ass heart eyes and he chased him around with maximum puppy-love smitten energy

[deardarlingdevil]

How the Agents enjoy their beverages

Brimstone - loves a good cup of joe from a regular coffee maker or using a coffee pod machine. Taken black or with a spoonful of sugar. Not very picky with his coffee grounds. Drinks his whiskey neat, also drinks beer while watching sports events and hosting BBQs

Viper - canonically uses a siphon coffee maker as show on her player card and from SNAKEBITE: A VIPER'S TALE. Enjoys it black. Grinds her own coffee too. Definitely a coffee snob and I love her for it. Only drinks red wine once in a blue moon because she doesn't like the way alcohol lowers her inhibitions.

Omen - can he even drink or eat? I think he'd drink tea to calm himself down. He'd have a cup of chamomile tea while knitting. Doesn't drink alcohol.

Killjoy - canonically has a coffee mug collection and is seen drinking coffee in cinematics. Enjoys a dark roast with steamed milk. Will enjoy sipping on sweet cocktails while in a rave.

Cypher - canonically enjoys tea and is into Moroccan tea culture. Has a sweet tooth; he enjoys his Maghrebi mint tea extra sweet. He doesn't drink alcohol- he's not religious, but doesn't have interest in haram food and drink.

Sova - prefers tea, but won't turn down coffee. Drinks loose leaf tea and will reuse the leaves until it loses flavor, his babushka taught him not to waste anything. Partial to black tea with a little milk and honey. He's not beating the Russian stereotype, he drinks vodka 🤣 he also drinks honey flavored or fruity kvass!

Sage - definitely a tea drinker! Will have medicinal teas for every ailment. Need a pick me up? She'll make some oolong tea. In fact, she's the one who introduced Omen to chamomile tea. Abstains from alcohol, will only use it for cooking, e.g. Shaoxing wine

Phoenix - he's British, of course he drinks tea. Black tea with lemon and honey in the morning. Drinks in moderation. He'll have a Guinness with pub food. Loves spice in his drinks too. He once tried a Lagos Island 41 on vacation with his family before and enjoyed it.

Jett - bubble tea with lots of pearls! Brown sugar boba is her favorite, but as a foodie, she's open to try different flavors. Moderate soju drinker and knows different tricks on how to drink it. Mastered the poktanju/soju bomb. She'll likely drink more while having Korean BBQ.

Reyna - loves a strong cup of Café de Olla with lots of cinnamon. Also loves to share champurrado with Lucia, it's her comfort drink 🥺 Drinks alcohol in moderation, and she loves a nice well-aged brandy.

Raze - loves a tall glass of Brazilian lemonade with condensed milk on a hot day! Very adventurous when having alcohol. This girl knows how to party and she loves different types of cocktails, but is partial to lime-based ones.

Breach - drinks a lot of alcohol but also has a strong tolerance for it. Drinks beer like it's water, and he prefer having his hard drinks as shots. Makes delicious glogg (spiced mulled wine) during the winter. He will not drink on the job though, he still has standards.

Skye - loves a strong brewed coffee with a dash of oat milk. Skye is also a little health-conscious and loves health drinks like kombucha and fresh fruit juices! She's just a social drinker who has a pint of beer from time to time when she's with others.

Yoru - will sometimes have tea with his meals, especially during breakfast. Prefers green tea. Enjoys super dry craft beer and chilled sake regardless of the time of the year.

Astra - loves hibiscus-based beverages, with sobolo being her favorite! Prefers her tea iced and sweetened. Doesn't drink alcohol- she doesn't care for its taste or effects. Who needs it when you're an Astral guardian?

KAY/O - motor oil

Chamber - a fellow coffee snob like Viper. Canonically enjoys espresso, as seen in his Home Again player card. He owns a very expensive espresso machine that he maintains regularly like he would his guns. He has very expensive tastes, drinking champagne and other sparkling wines like prosecco with a fancy meal.

Neon - 3-IN-1 INSTANT COFFEE ON A HOT DAY LIKE THE PINAY THAT SHE IS, MUCH TO VIPER AND CHAMBER'S HORROR She once tried kapeng barako/barako coffee but never drank it again because it gave her bad palpitations and made her powers unsteady. Loves boba tea with pearls and is partial to wintermelon! Will also enjoy melon samalamig. Doesn't drink alcohol, and she's a lightweight.

Fade - this woman will consume coffee in EVERY form and she is not above drinking it directly from the pot out of desperation. Coffee pods, espresso machine, moka pot, Neon's 3-in-1 coffee sachets that she forgot in her balikbayan box, you name it. When given the opportunity however, she loves Turkish coffee and is big on Turkish coffee culture.

Harbor - chai enjoyer and will make fun of you in good nature if you call it chai tea 🤣 if he has the time, he will prepare it with fresh spices on the stovetop. He doesn't drink alcohol much and is a bit health conscious, but not as much as Skye.

Gekko - he loves his mama's champurrado, but he's been influenced by boba tea too! Loves chocolate-based drinks, both hot and cold. Will sometimes drink chocolate milk straight from the carton. Like Neon, he's a lightweight, and he prefers not to drink so he can keep an eye on his little buddies.

Deadlock - caffeine makes her more highly strung and anxious, so she tries to avoid coffee and caffeinated tea altogether, preferring fruit infusions. Skye introduced her to kombucha and she likes it. Doesn't drink much, but will enjoy the occasional mead. When Breach let her have some of his glogg, she enjoyed it a little too much and she finally let loose

Iso - this guy can go through several boba teas in one day and he will have them at full sweetness. Seriously, his sugar consumption is so high it probably would've caused problems for a regular person (I HC that his radiant powers use a lot of energy, so he needs that glucose). Will try different flavors from time to time but his favorite is boba with a good old Ceylon black tea base. Doesn't drink much, but will enjoy a beer or two.

Clove - sugary iced coffees all the way. They will have them with so much syrup, whipped cream and toppings that it makes Fade afraid. Also loves a good milkshake with lots of sprinkles. Doesn't drink alcohol much either.

Vyse - much like Omen, can she even consume food and beverages? I think she'd be a black coffee drinker too, if she can. Might use a French press for efficiency, or make her own cold brew.

Tejo - coffee is a part of his morning routine. He enjoys a nice, medium-bodied cup of sweetened drip coffee in the morning. He's a moderate drinker who enjoys nicely aged rum on the rocks.

Waylay - loves iced tea and fresh fruit smoothies! She's partial to blue butterfly pea tea. She also drinks coconut juice a lot. Doesn't drink much, but she sometimes indulges in a can of lager beer from time to time.