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[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Hear me out– what if, Chamber's Deadeye form was his Emo-stage? Like, he's in his early twenties trying to make a mark in the underworld.

Like any matured man, he cringes at it randomly at 1am:

"I could use Viper's venom right about now– goddammit."

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Prompt Idea:

Imagine a Rom-Com Universe featuring Viper and Chamber, at the same age, being Late-transfer College students. Naturally, Vincent's silver tongue, background and overall attitude would boost him to be the popular boy; meanwhile, Sabine's harsh words, her background with nothing noteworthy, and overall mean and very frightening personality would make her very unpopular.

And these polar opposites would be secretly in love? But they're too proud to confess first . Wouldn't that be fun?

For example:

"Why are you so goddamn annoying!" Sabine hissed, glaring at Vincent, who looked at her with a smirk. "I'm not sure what you mean, however I could say the same for you."

Their eyes locked, sparks flaring, almost lighting flames. In front of the two, was the midterm exam results– which had their names sharing the top spot.

They tied in everything, sports, essays, lectures– but little did they know, they'd tie in a knot in marriage one day. But that's their the future, and right now is their beginning...

Neat, right?

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Married Parenting / Chiper Headcannons

If Chamber and Viper get married somehow, I'd imagine it to be something like this:

Chamber, now Vincent Fabron-Callas, and Viper, now Sabine Fabron-Callas, would have opposite parenting methods that complement each other. bonus at the end

During the pregnancy:

Viper:

Would be relaxed and calm( she's a doctor who knows her stuff mind you)

Would have the oddest cravings to ever exist

Would sit and relax on a custom chair-provided by your's truely, chamber.

Would smile occasionally when the baby kicks

Chamber

Would be anxious and nervous about every little thing, much to Viper's amusement

Has the world's best chefs and surrounding restaurants on speed-dial, for Viper's pregnancy cravings. (Would definitely buy an ice cream factory if she ever wanted some.)

Call off work, or multi-task his job, with Viper being his 1# priority. (I'm pretty sure he's the owner of the company but anyway)

Would be up 24/7 just in case for anything and everything, especially when the baby kicks.

"Chamber, how long has it been since you've slept?" Viper asks. "It has been a while, mon amour," Chamber replies.

Hired an elite team of the world's highly-trained and most experienced doctors and nurses and put them on standby for anything and everything.

Toddler days:

Chamber:

Would obsessively, to a respectful degree, film and document every important event in K/N's life.

Would be a laid back parent.

Would 100% Coddle K/N with all his heart.

Would be incredibly stern in disciplining

Would probably teach K/N from a young age to be nice to girls, probably hoping for K/N to get a girlfriend or two.

"Now K/N, what do we do when a girl says she likes you?" Chamber would ask. "We... We go on a date!" K/N replied.

Smack*

"Vincent! He's nine-years old!" Viper would scold. "Chérie~"

Would support K/N with his whole heart in any hobby they choose and would buy the latest, cutting-edge technology if necessary.

Viper

Adequately, but not obsessively, make it known to K/N, that mummy is here for them.

Would be a very hands-on parent.

Sorry K/N, but it's going to be tough love.

Would be somewhat lenient in disciplining, after taking note of all the factors involved.

Somewhat paranoid that K/N would notice girls too soon.

Would be very strict about hobbies and anything potentially dangerous.

Teenager days:

Chamber:

Would be up to date on all fashion and trends

very supportive of K/n going to parties

Would teach about manners and how to treat ladies right

Give them a debit card with a monthly allowance.

Teach him pick-up lines, (especially the ones that landed him Viper)

Viper:

Anything fashion that's okay is good.

Very strict about parties and going out at night

would teach about self-defense, enroll K/N in martial arts with or without their consent, and get Grampa Liam (Brimstone) to K/N about guns.

Give strict lectures on spending money wisely and budgeting.

prohibit relationships until his education is over.

BONUS: Birds and the Bees

Chamber:

Heavily sugar-coats.

Heavily filters.

Avoids the question until K/N's late teens.

Avoids mental scarring K/N with all his might

Viper

No sugar-coating

No filter

Answers with scientific terms and explains in depth, EVERYTHING K/N would ever need to know. ( Yes, I mean everything.)

Probably mentally scars K/N in the process.

Uses her nightly experiences with Chamber to emphasize the importance of good technique and stamina.

Would conduct a vasectomy on K/N if he ever so requested.

K/N questions his sanity, his father and mother's happy marriage activities, and his father's health, and vowed to never touch anything in the house ever again.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Sexy-Back / Valorant short

"De toutes les fois où la climatisation s'éteint, ça devait être maintenant. (Of all the times the air conditioning goes out, it had to be now.)"

Hunched over a desk, the frenchman sighed angrily. Before him was a new prototype gun, which is currently still under testing and assembly.

The man wiped the sweat pooling down his head with his arm, not letting the gun-oil touch his eyes

( Chamber has the sleeper build physique Fr, also this art ain't mine and forgot the @, my bad. )

His clothes had been removed, something the man had never done quite often.

The lights he had positioned overhead gave ample visibility to his workplace, and the chiseled physique hidden underneath.

"Now, what seems to be the problem..." Chmaber hummed, completely engrosed on his project.

His pants were down low on his waist, to provide some circulation for his lower half.

Unbeknownst to him, A coworker of his, whom he had deeply admired for quite sometime, walked in.

As her black hair fluttered behind, her eyes focused on the man's fair, flawless skin, and the words died in her throat.

They wouldn't come out, leaving her slacked-jaw and speechless.

It was just supposed to be a short errand. An errand to fetch the protocol's resident sniper and arms designer to help fix the vulture dropship.

Her eyes widen in surprised and... Admiration?

Normally his apparel would be spotless and well kept, and never ince had she seen him undressed to such a degree.

The lights were glimmering against the golden tattoos running around the sides if his head.

Viper swallowed her spit and her eyes journeyed across his shoulders, noting down the large amount of muscle hidden by the surprisingly fat-less skin.

The golden circuits ran down his back symmetrically, and along shoulders and around his biceps.

The golden lines ran down his muscular back, making his defined physique stand out even more.

"C-Chamber." She called out, slightly stuttering, after snapping back to reality.

The french man set his tools down on the table and turned around.

"Ah! Chérie! To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked.

Viper sucked in a sharp breath of air. Not only was his back incredibly alluring, his front was even more so with the lack of gold.

His right pecktoralis major, had a large circuit-shapped tattoo, which connected with his neck and right shoulder engravings.

His abdomen was chiseled, with all eight incredibly defined, with the ridge of skin inbetween.

Her eyes swayed from the path and noticed that two stray lines descended into his pants, making her slightly fume with pink scarlet hues. Especially around her ears.

"You like what you see, madame?" Chmaber teased with a crooked grin, his left hand in his hip.

Viper glared at him. "Vulture need repairs, now." She hissed, turning away with speed to her steps.

Chamber watched in amusement as she turned away, knowing that she did in fact, like waht she saw

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Birthday Gift / Bitemark Valorant short

Viper frowned, both annoyed and appreciatively at the same time.

Cypher, being Cypher, dug up information her, specifically her birthday. He revealed it to the protocol two weeks before, giving everyine ample time to prepare their antics.

She tried to get a leave on the exact day, but Brimstone wouldn't budge.

Normally, she would ignore this day, as it just marked another 365 day revolution around the sun for her.

"Idiots." She huffed, incredibly exasperated from the large celebrations. "Why is there so much?!" Viper hissed.

In her hands were numerous gifts and bags, which she had been forced to carry. Partying was prohibited in the protocol, thus the agents out their effort into gifts.

She navigated the halls awkwardly, carrying the stack of boxes.

Viper stumbled into her lab, tripping on her own heel. "Ah–"

Crash! Thud!

The boxes fell hard in the floor, the packaging was warped and their contents were probably damaged.

But that was not the worrying part, that would be the strong arms wrapped around her waist, the same arm keeping her from falling over.

"...Thank you... Chamber."

She turned around to face him as she collected herself.

"You're welcome." he said, gently assiting her to her feet. "Ah, Your heels are broken."

Viowe looked to her feet, and yes, it was in fact broken.

"Fuck." She frowned, before turning to him. "Thanks for the assist, but why did you follow me?"

Chamber blinked for a moment, before coughing once. "Ahem— ah, I almost forgot."

She noticed the dark bags underneath his eyes, hidden away by his glasses.

Chamber breathed, probably out if nervousness. He held out a case for her to receive.

It was a ballistic case, about the length on a small briefcase, with a emerald-green ribbon. Along with it was an bottle of wine clearly labeled Lafitte-Rothschild 1990, and a singular wine glass.

"Happy Birthday." he greeted, holding out the present and the wine for her to receive.

Since her hands were empty, she graciously received them.

"A ballistic case?" She thought, moving to the table.

She set the items down and turned around. But before she could speak, Chamber was on his knees, picking up the fallen presents.

"It's okay, i can—"

"I insist." He interrupted, earning a frown from Viper. "It is your birthday after all."

Viper contemplated on arguing, but she just sighed. "Suit yourself."

"I wonder what's in it?"

For a brief moment if silence, she watched the frenchman effortless arrange the presents based on width, size, and color.

Viper grew bored, and decided to open his gift.

"And that should be all, I will take my leave—" He said, walking to the door.

"A gun?" Viper said out loud, making him stip in his tracks. "I-Is this custom made?"

Chamber turned to her with a smirk in his face, clearly gleaming with pride. "Yes, it is in fact custom made."

Viper turned to the gun, a shotgun, the same size if a shorty shotgun.

"I thought your rates were expensive, according to sulking Phoenix." she smirked.

Chamber chuckled, looking back, with hus hand in the door knob. "That was just an excuse, but I am in fact, expensive."

Viper puts the gun down, before then crossing her arms. "An excuse? Care to elaborate?"

Chamber chuckled, turning away to leave. "You see, I am not romantically interested in Phoenix."

Viper was slacked jaw, her retort stuck in her throat.

"W-What?!?!" She finally gasped, when he was already long gone. Heat rose to her cheeks and ears, tinting them pink, a drastic contrast to her usual self.

Le fin.

Bonus:

The protocol agents gathered around the living room were speechless. Displayed on the large TV screen was camera footage of Viper's laboratory.

"Oh my..." Sage murmured.

"Goddamn." Reyna hummed.

They were interested in how Viper would reply to their gifts, but they definitely did not expect to witness that interaction.

"Honestly 'fam, I ain't even mad." Phoenix grinned. "That was pretty smooth, if i say so myself."

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

DeadEye × Viper / A!U Valorant

Basically, it's Chamber and Viper, but if he was dark like Omen and excessively violent with a heavy dose of black suits.

Part-1

Viper dropped onto the floor with a heavy thud. It was discombobulating, to say the least. If memory served her correctly, She and Brimstone were on a mission investigating the destroyed laboratory, Everette-linde.

Unfortunately for them, Omega earth was thinking of the same thing, except they dealt with a full team. Naturally, the Omen on the opposing agency gut the jump on both the senior agents before they could react.

"His teleporting powers are both an incredible asset and threat."

Viper groaned, opening her eyes to a black and gold card.

"Pour Vous, madame." A deep, and rich voice said in french.

Viper looked up to see a finely dressed man in a full black suit with gold buttons. His shirt was black with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows, his suit was black with dark grey strips, and his tie was black too.

Both his arms had tattoos running up to his neck and to the sides of his head. Over his right eye were two diamond-shaped tattoos that connected with the right tattoos running his well-kept undercut.

"He's an ally, Viper," Brimstone said, who was standing next to the man.

She watched as he fixed his tie and collar, already not liking him. "He better be. Who is he anyway?"

Brimstone turned to his benefactor. "When I asked, he said to wait for you."

The man sighed. "That I did. I have been commissioned for your rescue."

"Who did?" Brimstone inquired.

The man turned to him and shook his head. "I do not know their names, except the incredibly large sum offered for your safety."

"So you're a mercenary, is that it?" viper huffed, fixing herself as best she could.

The man thought for a moment, almost lost in her emerald eyes. "I prefer being a businessman--."

Bang!

he was interrupted b gunshots fired in their direction. "Pardon me for a moment."

Brimstone watched as the man snapped his fingers, conjuring a pistol about twice the size of a sheriff handgun, and shooting the enemy from an impossibly long distance. "I believe introductions must be done later."

Brimstone just observed with a keen interest in his skillset. "Alright."

The man turned to the both of them. "Stick close and keep up."

The two agents nod as they followed the man through the halls of the building they were in with great effort. For a man dressed as stiff as he was, he was agile and deadly, especially in tight turns.

"Is it necessary to kill them all?" Brimstone huffed.

"The situation deemed it so, cumbersome as it may be."

Viper observed him in silence. "He's very good. all of his shots were headshots."

The journey from the eighth floor to the first was long and arduous, but they made it relatively quickly. They exited the building to an empty parking lot with a single cheap-looking car.

"We're here." The man huffed, taking a breath from all the running. "My job is finished. Take that car and proceed to the rendezvous point, there your allies are waiting."

Viper observed how his face has not changed into an expression except this professional one

boom! boom!

The building shook with explosions. "What was that?!" Brimstone exclaimed, turning back to the building he just exited. Viper watched it collapse backward, sending a large cloud of dust.

"C4 platstique explosives. Your superiors were quite adamant about keeping everything secret. Now go." The man said.

He kindly opened the doors for them to enter, but he didn't enter himself. "This is where we part ways, I hope you recover well."

Viper entered the front passenger seat after he opened it for her. "I still don't know who you are."

he smiled slightly and sighed. He reached into his back pocket and offered her a black and gold card like the one she had ignored earlier.

"You may address me as Deadeye, madam."

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Sova x Sage / Kinks.

Happy kinktober!

Prompt:

Sova and Sage are the only two in the protocol headquarters.

Why is the best scout and the Healer kept back? Sova, broke his foot after catching sage as she fell off of the higher crates. Landed on his foot wrong. Nasty stuff. Sage is taking care of him.

Word count: That's for weaklings, I write until it's done.

Tags: Smut. That's it. What did you expect? Also, they've been secretly dating for a while now.

.....................................

Sova and Sage sat side by side on one of the medical beds, just enjoying each other's company.

Sage looked at his foot with guilt. "I'm sorry for causing you this trouble. Because of me you can't walk without a crutches." She whimpered, almost on the verge of tears.

Sove turned to her and sighed. "It's not bad. Don't be sad, my dear."

Sage shook her head. "Haven't you seen the X-ray?! Most of your right foot bones have been pulverised. It was that bad!" She pouted. "I couldn't heal you with my powers since the bones could set incorrectly."

Sova just sighed again, wrapping his arm by Sage's waist. "Now, Now... Don't cry."

She started to tear up. "B-Because of me you were hurt... A-and–

Chu

"W-what was that for!?" Sage gasped, pulling away. She put her hand on her neck.

Sova had kissed her nape while she was guilt tripping. The Russian chuckled. "I told you, I'm fine. On the bright side, we can spend time together without trying to hide."

Sova pulled her closer and for some reason, she couldn't look at him directly. Sage just stared aimlessly.

"T-That not the point–"

Chu

"Could you not do that!?" Sage gasped. Sova kissed her on the cheek this time, promptly cutting off her next statement.

They were face to face now, and she could she his mischievous face making that expression. His smile was soft and caring, his gaze gentle and his expression full of love.

"I'm glad I got hurt instead of you, never feel guilty my love. Seeing you hurt, hurts me more than any wound." Sova whispered in perfect mandarin.

Sage was surprised at the sudden change of language, she didn't know he knew how to speak her language.

"You learned Chinese?" she gasped.

The Russian smirked and looked away with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I don't know what your talking about."

Sage felt her cheeks redden. "Y-You totally did!" She exclaimed. "You leaned it... Just for me..."

Sova watched as his beloved started to fidget with her fingers. He loved it when she turns red like that.

"That's right... Only for you–"

Chu

If blushing redder was possible, Sage definitely did. The feeling of love burst within her with that kiss to her head.

"Y-You've been having fun teasing me!" She grumbled cutely, almost in a whisper.

Sova blinked twice before chuckling. His voice deep and smug.

"That's because you're too cute. Your reactions make me want to bully you." He whispered seductively into her ear, before nibbling on the tip of it.

Without thinking twice, she pushed him down onto the bed, causing him to bounce a little. She straddled him with a angry pout.

"Y-You s-scoundrel..." Sage muttered.

Sova smiled, before switching the positions. Sage gasped as her back was now on the mattress and her boyfriend stop of her with he legs wrapped around her waist.

"Is that so?" He asked, the question rumbling in his throat that way that turns sage on.

She chewed her lower lips. "oh God.." She whispered as Sova began his attack on her lips.

For a gentleman and overall friendly individual, Sage was surprised at how much inititive he takes in love-making. It was as if his real talent was in bed, not with a bow.

Tongues were clashing dancing around like a waltz in their mouths, but alas, they needed air. Pulling apart, they exchanged gazes of pure lust.

Normally, they would keep their urges in check as the protocol headquarters for any sort of fraternization– but today? It was all for them. They could go as loud as they wanted. Also, no one follows that rule anyway, especially Viper and Chamber.

"Safe word?" Sova asks, unbuttoning his cloak. As sage was going to answer, he interrupted. "...actually, I doubt you could use your mouth for anything else other than voicing out your pleasure." He winked, unbuckling his belt.

Sage couldn't only look at him with earnesty. Sova was a very honest man, and when he declares something like that– she knows walking tomorrow isn't a possibility. It does not help her case at all that she loves rough play– completely lewd when compared to her mature and upright facade.

"just shake your head if it is no longer pleasurable."

Sage nodded earnestly, humming in delight.

"Good girl." Sova praised, making butterflies in her stomach.

He resumed his onslaught of kisses on her neck, gently carressing it with his tongue. "Don't be embarrassed to let all out. Okay?"

"Mmmhhm!" She hummed, watching as his hands slipped underneath her clothing.

Taking both her wrists and holding them together with his left hand, Sova exchanged looks of satisfaction with his lover. "You love this, don't you?"

His finger slipped into her folds, making he squeel in pleasure. "Hhnnngg~"

"Wow, I knew you were vocal, good girl."

Curling his finger rhythmically, Sova sucked and licked on her neck making his way down slowly. The sweet fluid dripping smeared Sova's fingers as he pulled out.

"nnng..." Sage pouted, disappointed. "H.. Hurry... Put it in..."

Sova raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

He returned his hand in her, adding another finger.

"Hhnnngggg~ ahh.... Ah...."

"C-Could you repeat that, my love?"

"pu– Hhnnngggg ah! Ah– it... InnnNNNN~"

A gush of fluid exited her body, shaking her core with great intensity. The pleasure was do great, she could barely string together a sentence.

Her dazed face worried Sova. "A-Are you okay?!" He asked, removing his hold on her wrists.

She heaved for breath. "Hah... That felt good... My legs a dumb..." Sage huffed in mandarin.

Sova sighed in relief, feeling guilty for being so intense. "S-sorry, I went to fa– mmph!"

After going that far, Sage isn't going to let him go. It seems that Sova had overestimated himself here. His honest mistake

Le fin.

Bonus: Cypher comes back from a tiresome mission, and he retreats back into his room. A habit of the all-seeing owl kicked in, forcing cypher to review the camera footage, just in case.

"Everything is normal..."

it was until he clicked on the camera in the medbay. To his surprise, his jaw dropped in his mask.

The bed tucked in the far corner, just in the camera's blindspot, shook and rattled. turning up the volume due to his curiosity, he immediately shut it off.

"Harder! ahn...Ahhhh!--"

The secret keeper just stood in front of his screen, gobsmacked beyond belief.

"N-Now that was unexpected."

He did not snitch to brimstone butinstead poked fun at the secret couple.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Viper x Chamber / labels

The protocol held a celebration and Chamber shared a bottle of his most expensive wine with Viper, who he had a small crush on. Unfortunately, the aged beverage was stronger than advertised– or was his drink spiked? He wasn't sure.

Chamber's internal body clocked awoke him, without fail, not matter how little sleep he got the night prior. His hangover says that he didn't get much sleep.

He opened his eyes, expecting his custom furnished room. It wasn't. "What the— where am I?" He exclaimed in whisper.

His body was sore, particularly his back, lower half.

"Good morning, little mouse." A familiar voice chuckled from beside him.

He recognized the voice and flinched. His head turn to his left and there she was, beside him barely covered by the bed sheet.

Chamber blushed as realization came to him. He looked down at himself to see his lack of clothing. "U-Uh... D-Did we–"

"Of course we did, little mouse." She smiled.

She smiled.

She only smirked, but she smiled.

Chamber.exe is malfunctioning

She chuckled noticing the tent formed by his excited lower half. "I dont think that pet name fits you, you are by no means little–" she hummed, getting up. "quite unrelenting if I may add."

"W-Wait... May I have time out? I need to wrap my head around this."

"What is the matter? It does not take much to understand that we had sex."

Chamber blushed momentarily before collecting himself. "That is true."

He fumbled to the bedside table and put in his glasses. He turned to Viper once again, who was putting on fenrch lingerie.

French lingerie. Stockings, garter belts, the whole package.

His eyes ran down her figure. Small bruises was littered around her clavicle and neck, the inne rportion of her breasts and her thighs.

He inspected is own body, he too had many marks. Bitemarks, small clotting nail marks racked on his back, and a circular bruise on his neck.

"Regretfully I couldn't remember it." He said, getting up to fix himself.

"I wouldn't be surprised." She replied in her normal voice. "You drank quite heavily by yourself in the party."

"Party? There was a party?"

"You really don't remember? It's Liam's 52th Birthday party." Viper shrugged, putting on her uniform. "In fact, you sponsored all of the expensive alcoholic beverages."

Chamber just nodded. "That sounds like something I would do– wait a minute! You said I sponsored it, why was I drinking alone?"

Viper looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know, I found you smoking alone with a whole bottle in the garden."

The door opened and both of them discreetly exit the room without anyone noticing.

Chamber decided to ask the most important question.

"So... Viper... What are we?" He stammered.

She looked at him with a small smirk, promptly freezing him in his tracks. He felt like a small mouse under her gaze.

She leaned in for a quick kiss. "lovers, what else?" Viper winked, walking away with a slight sway in her hips.

Chamber just stood there like an idiot. "Now I want to know what happened last night."

Also, he hopes that this is a dream that he'll never wake from.

Le Fin

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Viper x Chamber AU– Office worker edition.

Fluff with a heavy does of smut

Alternate Universe– office workers. Valorant dosent exist and first light never happens. Members of the protocol would be regular people, with regular jobs and normal lives. Except Vincent, he's a bodyguard.

Part-3

Sabine and Viper enter the waffle house to see it sparsely populated. They take a seat on the two-person stool window seat and order, unbeknownst to them, a few cameras were pointing their way, filiming the part where Vincent wiped the cream from her mouth and ate it. They saw how they both laugh and how they stuffed themselves with waffles. The internet saw.

"Well, Sabine, this is where we part ways. I still have grocery shopping to do."

Sabine nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Well, I have to return home, thank you for breakfast."

"May our paths coincide once again." He winked.

By the entrance, they part ways and ride on separately. Somehow, Viper is overjoyed. The same feeling the felt when she discovered and proved here thesis. She entered her apartment building me with no regrets.

She turned to her floor and saw a few men, moving in things into her neighboring unit. "It seems that I have a new neighbor. Someone finally bought the apartment next to me."

She entered her almost bare home and noticed the lack thereof. "It is quite sparse... Perhaps it's time I go shopping."

Sabine earned a tremendous amount of money and her patent provided a thick, steady of monetary income. She can afford to splurge.

She picks up her Snake-skin purse and walks out the house, making sure to lock everything.

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Vincent browse through the supermarket, basket in hand. He had long since changed from his black outfit after he stopped by the N'N'M store, a popular clothing brand. In a baggy t-shirt and cargo pants, he browses through the meat section.

"Do you have tenderloin?"

He procceded on to the vegetable aisle and picked out the fresh juicy vegetables. "I forgot about the cheese and the flour." He glanced at the crowded baskets. "I need a pushcart."

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Sabine arrived at her house with plenty of bags filled with clothes. "Furniture and other decorations can come at another time."

It's already 6pm, just about time for dinner. She skipped lunch as she was busy buying out clothes and daily necessities.

She changes to her comfortable pajamas, baggy shirt, and bunny flip-flops.

She sniffed the air, smelling cheese. "I smell pizza– oh! Pizza. Not a bad choice for dinner."

She picked up the phone to dial the local pizza place when knocking was heard at the door. "In a minute." She huffed.

She opened the door.

"Good evening, I'm your new neighbor and I bake–" he trailed off.

Sabine stared at him blankly, trying to string together words. "W-what the hell!?" they said in unison.

They stare blankly before laughing. "before you say anything I swear to you I'm not stalking you. This is all coincidence."

"Pfft– perhaps. Also, carry on to what you're about to say."

Vincent coughed. "I made handmade pizza as a welcome offering." He coughed out.

Sabine eyes the cheesy pizza and the wine bottle he had. "Is this perhaps for me?"

"I just said so, as a peace offering. I am your new neighbor after all."

Sabine can still feel the heat from the baking tray. "Please come in."

Vincent entered as he was instructed and noticed the neat stack of clothing beside folded shopping bags. "Shopping trip?"

"Yes actually," Sabine replied, turning on the rest of the lights.

He stopped staring around the house and set the pizza on her counter. "If I may Doctor, it would have been safer for you to just accept the pizza-- not allow me to enter."

Sabine nodded, pulling a gun from behind the counter. "Perhaps, but im not that careless."

vincent didn't flinch at the sight of a gun, instead, he smiled. "Then that is good."

Sabine picked up a knife from the cabinet and chopped the pizza into eight equal slices, slightly struggling to cut the thick-cut pizza oozing with cheese. "What pizza is this? this is the first time I've seen it."

Vincent smiled proudly at his creation. "That would be because this is a personal recipe. diced Fillet mignon on three cheese pizza."

Sabine smiled again, "How fancy.''

the Frenchman set the wine bottle. "First impressions should always be the best."

They sat across each other and Sabine began to eat, shocked by the cheese pull. vincent just smirked at her enjoying his food. They lock gazes and Sabine blush slightly from the heat of the food. "D-don't just watch, have some too! it's delicious."

vincent blinked before taking her up on her offer. "...Magnifique" he murmured.

Sabine chewed the food carefully, watching the Frenchman enjoy it. somehow it brought her satisfaction as well. The food was great, the cheese was plentiful but not overbearing, and the meat complimented the sweetness with saltiness.

"I want to learn how to cook this..." She hummed, but panicked, catching what she just said unconsciously.

the man smirked. he looked at the kitchen to see a very functional oven. "You have the appliances, you could learn."

Sabine ate another slice. "Perhaps. it could be a productive use of my vacation."

The man nodded, pouring himself a bit of wine. "I suppose it is, I too am perfecting my recipes in my free time."

Sabine took a glass too and drank, enjoying the sweetness of the wine. "great wine." she hummed.

"Im glad you enjoyed your meal," he smirked, looking at the missing four slices.

Sabine blushed. "Pardon me if I was famished." she frowned, cutely if Vincent would add. he passed her a fifth slice, which she took begrudgingly.

"If I may be so bold, I have a proposition that would benefit both of us."

viper stopped chewing, setting down the slice. "Im listening."

"As I am quite new and unfamiliar with the area, I would propose an equal exchange."

"That would be?"

"I will assist you in your endeavor of learning how to cook, you would help me explore the new york area when I am free."

Sabine pondered. This is a beneficial exchange. She could learn how to cook from a professional instead of from scratch of youtube and he could grow accustomed to the busy and hectic New York.

"I accept this proposal."

They shake with their clean hands and they respectfully split ways.

Sabine set the dishes in the dishwasher reminiscing his heavy hand, very alluring smile, the accent that rolls off his tongue when he speaks french, and his overall presence that makes her feel whole. "What is wrong with me..."

to be contined.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Viper x Chamber AU– Office worker edition.

Fluff with a heavy dose of smut

Alternate Universe– office workers. Valorant dosent exist and first light never happens. Members of the protocol would be regular people, with regular jobs and normal lives.

Part-2

Sabine awoke to her 5am alarm. Habitually getting up and heading for the treadmill in her bedroom, she turned it on and ran for an hour, barely breaking a sweat. She may be unhealthy in terms of social life, but her health is in top top shape, and her skin and tender fame is hiding muscle underneath it.

She entered her kitchen to get her daily dose of XXL caffeine. She bought a custom coffee machine for this and she absolutely adores it.

"That is a good cup."

The surge of caffeine wake up a groggy Sabine. She heads for the bathroom to have her daily hot showers.

She dried her hair and sipped on the last half of her coffee. Sabine stops short of the closet remembering her vacation.

She remember Dr. Ling's comment on roudy hires and decide to pay the pharmaceutical a visit. She opens the casual portion of her closet.

Dawning black jeans; a green, heavy, wool turtleneck that barely fit; and comfortable sneaker shoes. Sabine applies a small amount of makeup for presentability.

Rocking black and green sneakers, she heads down the apartment complex's parking lot to fetch her Motorbike. Sabine inspects the vechile to see it in good condition, considering she hasn't ridden it in a year.

"The tank is halfway full... It is enough to get me to the office." She hums. "But I should refuel it."

---

Sabine remembered why she bought a high-spec sports bike, so she could cut through traffic and get to work.

"This is fun. Perhaps I should do this often." She hummed into her helmet.

Her Motorbike, painted in green and black roared past traffic, cheesing in between large vechiles with no interruptions.

She stopped at the pedestrian of a large eight way intersection. She notice a few men throwing her some glances, particularly her chest, which she responded by revving her bike loudly at them.

"Hmph, idiots." Sabine huffed.

"Wow, not a bad response to a cat-call" Someone beside her remarks.

Sabine turned to her left to see a man in a full-black tree piece suit, on a full black V-Rod Henry Davidson.

He was wearing a helmet so she couldn't see his face, but he had a thick French accent.

"They deserved it."

"Oh Im sure they do. Anyways, pleased to meet your acquaintance."

they both resume their drive as the lights run green, turning on the same side and going in the same direction.

They both stop t a local gas station to fuel up, their bikes looked cool and drove fast, but the milage wasn't all too great.

Viper pulled up to the gas and removed her helmet, for a breather. The man she was earlier stopped beside her, and got up from his bike.

"Oh, what a coincidence, we meet again miss."

Sabine smirked at the man. "Hm, an odd coincidence. Are we perhaps going to the same place?"

He shrugged, taking the second pump next to her. "Perhaps, I'm not sure. If we are, that would be three coincidences."

"And would therefore be a pattern." Sabine chuckled, filling her gas to full, but the Cashier was still busy with other vechiles.

The man finished as well. "If you don't mind me asking, do you bike often? You drive quite well."

Sabine took the compliment quite well. "Not often, in fact, today is the first time I've driven in over a year."

The man nodded. "I'm guessing work? In that regard we both are unlucky."

"Perhaps we are."

The Cashier arrive and Sabine pulled out a bill to pay, but the man blocked her. "If you would allow me, I insist." He said.

Sabine blinked before nodding. "Well then, go ahead."

He chucked passing the bill to the Cashier, who ran off to the conserige. She put on her helmet and reved her bike. "I suppose this is goodbye."

"Sadly, it is. Have a safe drive milady." He waved.

Sabine found it funny. "Milady? How formal of you."

---

"What an odd meeting" Sabine smiled to herself, unaware that she is smiling. She arrived infornt of the building and entered promptly.

"O-Oh! Dr. Callas! Wasn't expecting to see you today."

Sabine nodded at the security guard. "I'll just stop by for a few minutes. I'm here to see Dr. Ling."

Sabine entered Dr Ling's office. The building is both a pharmacy and a hospital, and Dr. Ling is the Head doctor.

Dr. Ling saw her and beamed. "Sabine! You're here— You're not here to work are you?"

"No I am not, I just came to show my face around here. How are you Doctor?"

"I'm alright Doctor, how about you doctor?" Ling poked back.

Sabine smiled. She missed her already. She showed her around the hospital, greeting the new recruiters who beam at the sight of her.

"Whoa! It's really her!"

"She's so cool!"

"Ahh! She looked at me!"

Dr. Ling chuckled at how popular she was. "See? I told you."

Sabine rolled her eyes. "in that regard you were."

They turn the corner to the elevators when she saw a familiar man dressed din black.

He had thick-framed glasses, combed back hair, and rolled sleeves. His arms had black circuit-like tattoos and some ran along the side of his undercut. His dark attire mad ehis pale skin pop.

He turned to the sound and was surprised. "Oh– miss we meet again." he smiles slightly.

Sabine snaps out of her daze and raised an ebrow, crossing her arms. "This would be the third." she smiled.

The man smiled too. "I am sensing a pattern, how about you?"

"probably."

Dr. Ling just gape at the exchange. When did Sabine know a hottie?

The man turned to both of them. "down?"

They nodded and he pressed the up button on the elevator and the down. "How unfortunate, we don't coincide for a fourth time milady."

He boarded the elevator and the door sloshed after him.

Dr. Ling immediately snap at Sabine. "Sabine Spill! Whose he?"

Sabine shrugged. "I'm not sure, we met twice on the way here."

She gushed. "this is fate! I know it is!"

Sabine pushed her aside. "You watch to many dramas."

"He was such a gentleman too! He called you Milady! Oh come on! This is fate! Sabine I know it is."

Sabine scoffed. "He's French, thats normal for them."

"French?! Oh my god! He's perfect!"

Sabine faceplamed. They also missed an elevator, so they have to wait for another one.

---

"Good morning, monsieur Fabron." the director greeted.

Vincent nod. "Director Kim. I belive you have specifically sourced me out. Why?"

The director just sighed. "We received a note. A-a death threat...for Dr. Callas"

Vicent grabbed the note read the message of cut-out letters. "How boorish."

"We were hoping for your services. You are a bodyguard, yes?"

Vincent nodded, passing him a card. "That I am, please go through the necessary procedures. Pleasure meeting you."

---

Vincent adjust his black tie as he rode down the elevator. "Protecting a high-value medical client. The usual."

He elevator doors open to the floor he met the two ladies earlier. To his surprise, they were still there bickering.

Dr. Ling caught sight of him and smiled oddly. "Ah– I'm sorry Sabine, but I forgot I need something! I'll treat you to breakfast next time! I promise."

Sabine watched her zoom away as she boarded the same elevator. "Pardon my friend."

Vincent smiled. "no worries milady– er Doctor Callas, she's quite lovely really."

Sabine nodded, resuming the silence.

The elevator chimed melodic tunes.

"If I may disturb the peace, I must thank you." He said, stretching his hand.

Sabine looked at him and his hand. "For what?"

He smiled softly at her, making her heart skip a beat. "I was bitten by a very deadly snake in Africa, but your medicine saved me when I was minutes from death – in a way, you saved me. For that, I thank you."

Sabine received his hand, oh God it was big, and calloused. Sabine felt dainty compared to the man. "No thanks are needed, I developed that medicine for helping cases like yours. In fact, I should be thankful my medicine saved tour life." She smiled unconsciously again.

Vincent gave a teasing smirk. "Now you put me at a loss Doctor, if you won't accept my thanks, how about breakfast, my treat?"

Sabine tilted her head. "Oh wow, are you proposing our fourth coincidence?"

"that I am." He replied..

"then it shall be, do you know a good place?"

"Im not quite sure, I just moved into the area. In fact I move into my apartment today." He added.

Sabine hummed as they exited the elevator together. "Are you a fan of waffles? I know a nearby waffle house."

"That sounds marvelous, lead the way milady."

They exited the building with many eyes looking at them, gossip already spreading.

The boarded their motocyles before riding away for waffles.

To be continued.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Viper x Chamber

AU– Office worker edition.

Fluff with a heavy dose of smut

Alternate Universe– office workers. Valorant dosent exist and first light never happens. Members of the protocol would be regular people, with regular jobs and normal lives.

Brimstone would be a military officer; Sova would be a professional archer; Cypher would be an IT technician working on KAY/O, the hyper advanced AI of the future; Reyna would be a fashion model; Phoenix would be Kevin heart 2.0; Killjoy would be an inventor– Etc.

Viper is a doctor and Chamber is a bodyguard.

---

Summary:

Two big shot, workaholics decide to take a vacation. Perhaps by fate, these two meet and spring blooms.

Part-1

This fic is about Viper, or as she is known as Doctor Sabine Callas, and Chmaber, known as the French Billionare buisness man.

Doctor Sabine Callas was given a day off from the laboratory. She is a workaholic and her love is the laboratory her colleague named: Viper's Pit. Her superiors found out that she hasn't stopped working ever. She works through holidays, hurricanes and earthquakes– nothing is separating her from her lab. Or so they thought.

Foe once in her entire career, Viper decided for a lengthy vacation— which her superiors gladly provided her.

After her invention and practical application on "Reverse Poison Theory," She earned the title of Viper.

Her thesis provided a medical use for animal venom, primarily snake venom.

She won a Nobel prize after her invention saved hundreds of thousands of lives in Africa and Southeast Asia. The company she works for, Next-Gen pharmaceuticals, is now in the world stage after her invention. Her superiors feared that they would be heavily slandered by the public found out about her relentless work life.

Viper arrives at her minimalistic modern apartment in the middle of New York. She slumped into the couch aftee setting her Snake-skin purse on the empty counter.

"......."

Silence was deafening. Her mind usually was preoccupied with formulas and sciences were empty for the first time in years.

"What should I do... I am... Bored." Sabine huffed, never imaginingbthat she would ever say that word.

Bzzzz

He phone buzzed on her pocket and she picked it up.

1 missed call from Sage

"Oh, it's Doctor Ling."

Doctor Ling Ying Wei, Sabine's only friend as she is the only one gutsy enough to step foot in her pit.

< Hello, I apologize for missing your call. Are you available for one at this moment?

> Oh! Sabine~ I heard you finally took a vacation! This is great! I was starting to worry for your health! I would love a phone call right now!

Sabine smiled. "Her Motherly energy is still the same."

Doctor Ling called and she answers.

"Sabineeeee I'm so glad you're taking a vacation!"

"Are you perhaps glad to see me gone?" Sabine questioned playfully.

"Oh heavens no! The new hired are buzzing baiut looking for the legendary Viper! Without you the agency is undoubtedly roudier."

"Should I call in tomorrow then?" Sabine replied seriously, not liking the lack of discipline in workplaces.

"NO! You need to rest! Absolutely not! Forgive me for what I'm about to say – Doctor Sabine Callas, you need a life."

Sabine was appalled. "P-Pardon?"

Doctor Ling just sighed audibly into the phone. "Sabine, you're thirty years old! It is about time you find a partner! Life to short to be spent alone!"

She gasped. "What nonsense is that? I don't need a partner. I am content being alone."

"....." Ling just sighed. "$2,000 dollars say by the end of your six month vacation, you will be interested in romance."

Sabine raised an eyebrow. A challenge. Sabine liked challenges. "Is that so? $5,000 dollars says, I will be single till then."

They ended the call on a playful note as she continued to undress from her uniform. "Love, Romance– what nonesense. Feelings are nothing more than chemical reactions."

Respectively:

"Monsieur Fabron! Monsieur Fabron! The Investigation in the American Branch proved fruitful and trsces Embezzlement has be uncovered!" a secretary huffed

A finely dressed Frenchman stopped dead in his tracks, his leather shoes drop heavily.

The secretary gulped. The man before him was Vincent Fabron, Head of a private military company for hire. A legal, body guard service for hire.

He wore a three piece suit and Had a special gun strapped to his back.

Most of the guns used by the company has been designed by Vincent Fabron, the CEO and founder.

He has all sorts of rumors swirling about him, but what was true was him being a merciless bodyguard.

"Book me a first class flight to New York. I shall deal with this respectively."

The secretary was even more terrified, not for himself but the people in the US branch. They were either saved or very fucked.

To be continued.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

[ Sova Headcannons ]

[ Sova, the man of metamorphosis ]

Okay FR tho, bless this man's heart. He's such a nice guy –for a Lazer accurate Russian with a cybernetic eye, that shoots lighting arrows (You know what I mean).

When I look at Sova in the game, it reminds me of a big brother figure. Responsible, mature and very dependable.

But here's the kicker– no one is born with that much maturity– so Sova, who is big brother of the protocol, must've and Should've Been a very chaotic young man.

So here's my head cannon, he's a man that has gone through many phases. From larvae, to butterfly– er, Owl.

[ Sova, Sasha Novikov ]

As a toddler, Sova was raised by his Babushka (Grandmother) and her associate hunters.

Not much is said about his parents so guessing from his Russian hunter background, they were hunters that must've been in an accident leaving a young Sasha, under the name Filin, to his Babushka.

Sova would occasionally hear his Babushka and her friends, probably hunters like his parents, about their hunts, even helping along with preserving the meat, tanning leather, etc. This leads Sova to be heavily interested in hunting, specially in archery.

I'm imaging that his grandmother stumble upon Sova play-pretending to be a hunter. She absolutely adores his grandson, and as a grandmother would do, tease him about it in his older years.

Sova was sheltered quite a bit, not because grandmother was protective, but because the was in the middle of the fuckin' Russian tundra.

One day, Little Sova waddles up to a good friend of grandmother and asked to be taught how to be hunter like all the –manly, rugged, muscular– men in his village.

The hunter laughs, but he takes this request seriously after noticing the fire in His eyes. A fire he once saw in his parents.

Grandmother –bless her heart– refused profusely, well because its dangerous and she dosent want to lose another one of her precious children.

Sova dosent take this quite well so he trains in "secret" for a while.

Teen years:

Under tutelage of the hunter he asked, Sova was progressing quite well and displayed talent in archery. He was a pretty damn good shot I'd bet.

But as all things go, Babushka find out about it and gave him the whipping of a century. She doesn't stop him however, but drills into the poor boy's skull necessary survival skills.

Sova is starting to be recognized as an upcoming hunter in training. This would definitely be a boost in ego for the teen boy entering puberty.

He probably started to notice girls right about now, and train hard to impress them.

He's also in his rebellious stage about now, trying to be independent and sometimes coming back home with a few bunnies for stew.

Babushka seems pleased as he dosent venture deep into the hunting grounds.

Young Adult:

Sova is now a man. He can hunt his own food, skin his kill, preserve the meat, proccess the materials, and serve his own food. A prodigy.

By now, he would be in a hunting party or team of hunters his age. Lots of vodka being passed around as trade between villages would progress over the years.

One day, Sova called in late because of a hangover. He stayed behind as punishment and he begrudgingly obeyed. But everything went south, snowstorm came and his hunting party didnr come back for two days. To make it worse, that particular bear that they stay away from is out of hibernation.

Sova, being a team player, picked up his bow and arrows, tools and gear– immediately rushed to the hunting forests.

Luckily this forest was dense, protecting the inner contents quite well. Sova then does what a hunter does best. Hunt.

He scales the fucking forest for every sign of his hunting party and he find them in due time.

Unfortunately, his party was heavily wounded and is facing the White Bear, a feared predator that has claimed the lives of many hunters– including his parents.

Sova, a young man with balls of fucking steel, draws the bear away form his party giving them time to excape.

Now facing the bear in a 1 versus 1, Sova empties his whole quiver into the motherfucker– but it wouldn't die!

The bear got close and with a swipe of his paw, crushed Sova's bow, and right arm. A follow up strike gouges Sova's eye.

In desperation, he uses his hunting knife to finish the bear in a slugfest.

He wins, albeit barely.

His friends find him later, nearly dead and triumphant.

After the accident:

Sova lost his right eye and much of his will to live. His life as a hunter was done.

Even if he was hailed a hero, and the bear his prey – it wasn't good enough for him. He lost his eye, his life.

In anger, he skins the bear and makes a cloak out of the white fur and blue leather– creating his signature cloak.

Sova contemplates life for a good minute before striking out in his own, he made a good amount of koney form his hunting. Armed with a backup bow, he travels Russia as a mercenary for hire.

Currently using the left side of his body, Sova is saving up enough money for these revolutionary prosthetics he heard so much about.

By now, this is when he stumbles into a rift that send shim to omega earth, meeting the Sova there.

Of course, he's fucking confused and afraid so he fights his other self who was injured like him.

They don't kill each other and form a truce.

Sova and Sova learn much about patience and mature greatly after seeing their selves. Learning, adapting and overcoming.

He manages to find a way back home.

He gets a prosthetic and feel whole again. This sudden urge of using his right eye, and its many features, he picks up archery again.

And what do you know? He still got it.

His wealth and reputation as a mercenary gives him access to some of his radianite based equipment.

His new tech, skills and reputation garner the attention of a certain man.

He then gets recruited Into valorant as the sixth agent.

That's it!– just a shower thought lmao. Hope ya'll liked it.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

[ 2nd's journey ]

A Valorant-Fanfic made of the next generation and its problems.

Omega-Earth created a time-travel device to destroy Alpha-eath's agents while they least expected it. The 2nd's are now desperately trying to protect their predecessors from any threat that comes their way.

Sequel to [ Gilded Gold and Harmless Poison ]

Part-2

Tags:

Multi-work series, moderate language abuse, a few adult themes implied, parent-child fluff, etc. (Tags will be added along the way)

The ride to the Valorant base was contemplatively quiet, apart from Cypher replaying the footage over again.

"For the last time, Chamber are you sure that your radianite tech aren't accessible?"

Chamber was in the verge of prying chyper's mask. "Yes. For the last time! My tech is still in its prototype stage and I'm the only one who has it."

Brimstone and KAY/O were piloting the plane while viper, Chamber and Cypher are in the back.

"If so, how can we explain this?" Cypher added, rubbing his temples.

Chamber was in a splint, administered by Viper, because he sprained a ligament from the impact. "What else could it be? A time traveler the future?" Chamber groaned, both in pain and in frustration.

"That would be improbable, because you gave me your word your radianite tech would be for private use only!" Brimstone hollered from the cockpit.

Chamber pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes that is true. With my tech I nthe wrong hands, no one in this world would be safe. What do you think Cypher?"

Cypher just stared at both of them blankly. "Pardon me what?"

Viper just sighed. It was going to be a long ride.

---

The team immediately break away and separate into their own paths. Chamber went to Brimstone, Cypher called Kay/O for something, and viper to her lab.

She earlier proposed to test the blood sample for any data. She sampled the blood under the microscope first to see.

She plugs it into the machines and leave it to run for a few hours.

"Cross referencing the data might provide leads as to whom could've stolen Vincent's tech." She said worried.

His radianite tech is currently under heavy surveillance, rightfully so. Its undetectable through most of the world's secrutiy measures, hence why he was such fear mercenary, because no one could se him coming.

Someone with skills, equipment and probably a better version of his deployables could mean trouble. And they have one on the loose. This was already pain.

---

Cypher rpulled KAY/O into his room. "Okay, KAY/O please run me through on how you got here."

KAY/O titled his robotic head. "I am from a alternate time line that came along through a portal made by chamber– now destroyed."

Cypher nodded. "Alright, that is the same story you explained when we first found you." He rubbed his temples. "Do you have record of that day?"

A portal that opened through different realties and time would have a powerful signature. If they could cross-reference the data–

KAY/O nodded. "I understand where you're getting to, if we cross reference the data of that day to a week ago, we can shed some light on the incident."

Cypher was typing away as KAY/O plugged himself to the computer.

---

Chamber rode like a borderline madman in a golden SSC tuatara, drifting around police and civilian cars alike. He's zooming around Miami traffic to get to an office building now destroyed.

He exits the shining car and covers it over with a sheet, to blanket it and blend it in the dark. He got permission from Brimstone to search his old hideouts and safe houses. Probably whoever Silver, he has some sort of connection to his previous research.@

Chamber scours his desks, his data caches, his lockers, his armouries– nothing. This safe house in Miami was the last one. Nothing ties Silver to him. Nothing!

"This is preposterous... Nothing makes sense!" Chamber yelled, echoing in the empty building.

***

Viper was in the middle of mixing concoctions when the machine chimed annoyingly. "Finally."

She printed the results and just was outright confused. "What–"

Her eyes ran down through the page. "I dont believe this."

She inputs the same information again and waits again. "there has to be a mistake."

---

It was a new day and Silver was in a shipping boat headed for The united Kingdom. A gold bar passed underneath the table of a corrupt politician– then boom! A new identity. Silver's new name: Vincent Henry.

"A French-American orphan. Entrepreneur." He chuckled, taking a drag out of a crate of Cuban cigars. "What do you know? The same cigars that ole' Brimstone smokes are Cuban. This is a good opportunity indeed."

---

Brimstone was in his office writing mission reports when Four agents burst in at the same time.

"Brimstone! He's a time traveler!"

"Brimstone! Silver is Chamber's son!"

"Brimstone! I can't find a trace of his existence!"

The three look at each other. "What?"they look at Brimstone, who just plugged his ears. "Did you hear that?" they asked, speaking over each other.

Brimstone frowned. "One at a time."

Viper raised he rnahd and slammed papers on Vincent's face. "He's yours." She muttered angrily, walking out.

Chamber checked the papers, surprised to see the DNA test, even more surprised that its his son. "W-Wait! Mon amour!"

Cypher and KAY/O were giddy and excited. "Okay, so here's the just of it. Me and KAY/O cross referenced the energy signatures from when he traveled here and Silver's appearance!" Cypher summarized. KAY/O nodded, almost human like. "He's a time traveler Liam! Isn't that cool?"

Brimstone nodded slowly before sighing. "Okay. Dismissed."

The two unlikely duo kept chatting on as they left the room.

Chamber rushed after Viper who just walked, still somehow out-running him to her lab. "Mon amour, talk to me, why are you upset?"

To be continued.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

[ 2nd's Journey ]

A Valorant-Fanfic made of the next generation and its problems.

Sequel to [ Gilded Gold and Harmless Poison ]

Synopsis:

The landslide victory of Alpha-Earth dispatching the Blackmailer and taking control of all radiant on the planet has garnered the hatred of Omega-Earth and its Legion.

A generation pass by and the 2nd came anew. The first and next generation agents kept the peace... but not until Omega-Earth invaded for a rematch. This time, they weren't challenging the strong protocol head on, but striking where they were weak and inexperienced; their past selves.

The Legion invested all their resources into project: Timestamp. A venture to rewrite their greatest defeat, into a landslide victory.

Now it's up to the 2nd to prevent the attacks against their predecessors. Lost in time, with the world in balance– can they do it? Or will they falter and perish, along with their reality?

Tags:

Multi-work series, moderate language abuse, a few adult themes implied, parent-child fluff, etc. (Tags will be added along the way)

Part-1

The blue swirl of the portal halt and merge with bright light. the tunnel through space and time spat a 2nd agent in an abandoned basketball court hidden by the streets of Puerto Rico in 2040.

"¿Qué diablos fue eso?" ( What the fuck was that?) an elderly man gasped, falling off his lawn chair.

A fairly-tall man dressed in black slowly rose from the dirty court. he was black overall-- cargo pants, a baggy tech ware-jacket, and a bucket hat. he regained his balance before doubling over in pain and nausea.

"Fuck... the nausea is killing me..." he groaned, trying not to lose his lunch.

the elderly man got up with his cane and carefully made his way to the mysterious traveler. "¿Qué vas a? ( What are you?)" the man asked in a nervous voice.

the man look at the man with a confused gaze. "Soy humano. ¿que año es? ( Im human. What year is it?)" the boy mustered through fits of coughs.

the elderly man just tilted his head. "2040. por que? ( 2040, why?)"

the boy in black gave a soft smile. " it worked...."

thud!

the elderly man just watched as the boy collapsed by his feet. "Santa Maria..."

---------

Cypher made his rounds through his servers, diligently scanning for energy surges- the same surges that signify Omega earth crossing over to their earth. though he wasn't expecting much, its been a month since an attack from the mirror earth. "What a great day..." the Arabian whistled as he sipped on tea. he set the tea down to stretch his legs.

beep! beep! Beep!

his wall of monitors flashes red. the man rushed to his keyboard. "this energy surge is off the charts..." he gasped, taking a tablet and rushing out of his office, making a beeline for Brimstone's office. his tea sat lonely on his desk alone, turning lukewarm.

the robed man rushed through the protocol with due haste, he rushed through the door to see brimstone surprised to see him. "Cypher, you're in a hurry." the old man reacted.

cypher rushed to his side and set the tablet in view. the screen displayed a graph with a significantly steep spike. it disappeared as abruptly as it appeared. Cypher pulled up the location. "The energy surge was in Puerto Rico."

Brimstone picked up the tablet and frowned. the energy readings are 5x stronger than usual. this is serious. very serious. "Cypher, I need you to scour the entirety of Puerto Rico. the mirror agents might be back."

cypher nodded, tipping his hat before sprinting back to his office. "Right away sir."

----

beep! beep! beep!

what is that? the beeping of an alarm clock?

"Oh, muchacho estas dispiertos! ( Oh Young man, you're awake)" the elderly man greeted over the headboard. the time traveler opens his eyes to see the elderly man smiling widely, clearly missing his frontal teeth. "Soy Robert" he pointed to himself.

"Mi...Nombre es Plata ( My name is silver)" silver replied, getting up to see his body bandaged up. he's topless and his jacket is on the sewing machine clearly being mended by an elderly lady, Roberto's wife.

"Hola" she smiles sweetly. "Soy Roberta, Buenas dias plata. (My name is Roberta, good morning silver)"

Silver found his black shirt mended, with a silver snake embroidery. "Camisa Demasiado dañada, tuvo que arreglar (shirt is too damaged, had to be fixed.)" she shook her head sadly. his jacket was apparently next, the sleeve that was about to fall off, was being fixed in place by embroidery. Roberto and Roberta loved the snake tattoo that crawled around Silver's neck, and designed the embroidery after it.

Silver gave a soft smile, greatly appreciating the deed. "Muchas Gracias, como puedo pagarte (Thank you so much, how could I repay you?)

"No hace falta, pero comes con nosotros. los niños en crecimiento necesitan comida. ( no need, but you eat with us. growing boys need food.)" Roberta smiled getting up from the sewing machine.

Silver was touched by their generosity and secretly placed a good amount of money underneath the bed as he got up from it. they won't accept the payment now, but maybe in the future.

they partake in the food set on the table, unaware of the malicious eyes watching from above. "los encontramos" a thug spoke into a walkie talkie.

----

Brimstone gathered five agents for the mission. The energy surge was a week ago but Cypher picked up underworld chatter that a the local gang was just blotted out by one man. Yes. One man.

Brimstone was leading the operation, his team members were Viper, Chamber, Cypher and KAY/O.

Cypher had been diligently watching the sole radiant standing in front of two graves by the sea. "The man in question is standing in front of a grave."

The plane was descending down a kilometer off the site on an abandoned building.

They were armed with bulldogs, effective for long range. Chamber positioned himself atop a bulding down the street, with the man in question directly in his line of fire. "In position."

Viper and KAY/O prowl behind the vans by the road, just behind the target. "In position."

Cypher was is watching from an empty coffee shop and a cup of tea. "in position."

Brimstone slowly approach the man in black. He turned around, his bucket Hat blocking half his upper face from view. He frowned.

"Ah fuck." He said, dropping the flower had in his hand. He nonchalantky placed them in his pocket. "How can I help you?"

Brimstone raised his ghost pistol and aimed. "You seem familiar with me, Who are you?"

His lips purse together to form a small smirk as he pulled a smoke grenade from his pocket. "If I told you, you'd lock me up for interrogation... So no thanks."

Clink!

The pin of the grenade gets pulled and it drops. the grenade exploded into a perfect sphere of pitch black smoke.

Brimstone fired a few shot into the smoke. KAY/O threw in a zero/point into the smoke and it pulsate. "Target isn't a radiant." He beeped in, his dagger nullify no abilities. "He's also not in the smoke."

The smoke fades revealing nothing bu the grenade pin looped around the stem of a flower.

Brimstone looks around as he meets up with Viper and Kay/O. "Lost sight of him. Damn."

Viper looks at the place where the suspect once stood. She noticed a drop of blood. "Not exactly." She smirked throgu her mask, taking a pen and scooping up a sample. "We got a DNA sample."

"Brimstone! I spotted the suspect running across rooftops!" Cypher Called dinto the comms.

"On it!" Chamber replied.

----

Silver vaults over a ledge, landing on top of a sheet metal roof, making a loud racket. "Shit! A bullet grazed me just as I teleported! Shit!"

Pew! pew! pew!

Bullets fly overhead, making Silver duck behind a water tower. "Bulldog burst fire... Great."

"I have you pinned! It would be wise for you to surrender!" a French accent yelled after firing two more burst.

Silver frowned.

---

"I have visual on the suspect." Chamber called in.

The Frenchman ads'ed on the suspects postion to see a raised hand. "He's surrendering. He followed my advice. Approaching him now."

"Don't let your guard down." Cypher replied, viewing it unfold from the cafe with Viper, Brimstone and KAY/O beside him.

Silver walked out with both hands behind his head. "Monsieur, I surrender. Don't shoot!"

Chamber approach dhim but stopped at a reasonable distance. He tossed a pair of handcuff by his feet. "Who do you go by?"

"Silver. You?"

"Chamber."

Silver nodded. "Love the white and gold, bring out your French appearance. Classy." He said, making an okay symbol.

Chamber scoffed. "If you think making a play with my ego is going to make me let you go, you are sorely mistaken. Put the cuffs on."

Silver laughed, shrugging. "Was worth a shot, anyways, since I'm in cuffs, take my buisness card."

Silver haphazardly tossed a black buisness card. "What would I?" Chamber huffed. It lande dby Chamber's feet.

Silver just laughed. "worth a shot. entrepreneur habits."

Chamber laughed as he rested his gun. The suspect was in cuffs what was the risk?

Chamber walks over the card and reached over the card. Silver smirked. "You shouldve taken the card."

Snap!

Silver vanished from Chamber's point of view.

"Vincent behind you!" Viper yelled through the mic.

Chamber threw a blind elbow behind him only for a kick to land behind his knee. "Gukh–" he groaned, dropping down and dropping the Bulldog away accidentally.

Silver dashes for the fallen Bulldog only for it to get shot by Chamber's headhunter. He immediately sidestepped, summoning his own gun.

He turned around and fired at Vincent, who just hid behind a wall.

"Brimstone! Did you see that? He can teleport!" Vincent reported.

"Aye. Stay sharp!"

A cloud of smoke erupted in front of Vincent's position.

Vincent waited for an attack, but it never came. The smoke dispated disappearing into nothing, leaving no trace that the the fight ever happened. Even the card was gone.

"What was that?" He asked in a limp, still pointing his headhunter around corners.

"I'm not sure..." Brimstone replied.

To be continued.

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Alright I have a very serious question!!!

Is Chamber, a radiant or not?

Okay hear me out, he's abilities seem like he's deploying the tech. (His headhunter, trademark, and Tour De Force. I'm not sure about his rendezvous)

He's a buisness man that could be prototyping cybernetic augmentations for making profit, he is a buisness man after all.

Need answers becuz I think I'm dumb :/

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

[ Viper and chamber ]

NSFW

Office kinks.

Tags: penetrative lovemaking, quickie, smut, mature.

Summary:

Viper is holed up in her lab when Chamber walks in to feed her Mac and cheese. He escorts he rto her room when she jumps him.

Warning: It's NSFW, what else?

Mini one-shot after the events of my [ Gilded Gold and Harmless Poison ] fanfiction.

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Viper

Viper glares at the wall of formulas. Her Poison's overall lethality and effectiveness have stagnated. It seems that her current formula have been expended to its utmost limits. The composition of the venom is too complex, anymore and it would fail.

"What is wrong with you!?" Viper groaned, rubbing the bridged of her nose. Her forehead wrinkling with frustration.

She's been at this for a whole night. Viper has been shut in her lab for over 15 hours, occasionally leaving for a bit of food and coffee, lots of coffee.

Brimstone and Chamber were in the kitchen, talking about guns and ammunition supplies, when Viper walked in. She was clearly in a sour mood. Brimstone stopped his conversation and turned to Her. "Viper, you look terrible."

She glared at Brimstone with her emerald eyes, sending shivers down his spine. She took the entire coffee pot and left immediately.

The worried general turned to Chamber, who just had a worried look for his fiance. They've been engaged for about a month now and they're relationship has stagnated, probably because of the non-fraternization rule. It had a simple purpose, for discipline– but for the two, it felt like a wedge, left unaddressed. It's not like they find ways to break the rule, but they felt distant at times.

Brimstone opened his mouth to speak. "Vincent–"

"Already on it Liam." The Frenchman said, setting down an empty coffee cup. "I promised to take good care of her, but what am I doing?" He muttered, disappointed in himself, as he grabbed a heated meal and chased after her to her lab.

The door closed in on the frenchman as he was just about to reach her. "Damn." He cursed. "Viper? It's me Vincent." he knocked.

Viper was drinking form the warm coffee pot when she heard the knocking. "I'm busy."

The knocking stopped a beat before a card slipped underneath the door. A prism took its place and then a Frenchman carrying a heated meal. His face was grim with worry. "Mon amour, I haven't seen you for 15 hours, you're beginning to worry me."

Viper scowled at the man. It's not like she's pulled all-nighters before, so why is he so worried? Oh right– Viper looks at the ring on her finger. They're engaged. Sometimes she forgets, she's been so busy with work that she forgets that she's together with the man of her dreams. For someone who used to be untrustworthy, he was just someone misunderstood, and he came a long way. They both came a long way.

She sets down the pot on the crowded table. "Sorry." she reasons, almost in a whisper.

Chamber slowly approaches her, setting the food down on her spare desk. "Apologies later. Food first." He sighed, stirring the Mac and cheese Jett and phoenix made for breakfast. Seriously when It came to anything roasted cheese, those two could work wonders.

Viper stared at the mixture in the bowl on Vincent's tray with unease. He took a spoonful and motioned for her too eat it.

Viper frowned slightly as Chamber's smirk. "I can feed myself."

"current evidence says otherwise."

"I hate you."

"I love you too Mon amour."

Viper took the spoonful of Mac and cheese and chewed. "Too much cheese." She hummed.

Chamber nodded. "the younger agents love the cheese. I'm not sure myself how they're alive."

Viper scoffed, discarding her lab coat to reveal a dark green turtle neck and a tight office skirt. She had black stockings on too.

It seems that Sage, who still insist on doing the protocol's laundry– the mommy feeling has overtaken her for sure– placed too much detergent again, because goddamn! her clothes hug the right places.

Chamber distracted himself with serving her another spoonful. God he was a lucky man. "So, tell me, what has gotten you holed up in the laboratory?"

Viper, suddenly energized, procceded to drag the whiteboard to their location to reveal a paragraph-long balancing equation. "This. I have been staring at this formula for over five hours. The math still isn't adding up." She replied, chewing another bite of the Mac and cheese.

Chamber scanned the board for a good minute before taking one of the markers.

"What are you doing!?" Viper hissed. She's been working on it for about the entire night. He won't ruin it.

Unfortunately for her, he got to the board before she did.. He placed a two on making it 2HO instead of HO.

Viper opened her mouth to chastise him before scanning the board. He solved it. With one glance. She wasn't sure if her pride was wounded or he was a genius.

Chamber smirked triumphant. "You know Sabine, I passed chemistry with flying colors, I could help you from time to time." he cooed, pecking her on the lips.

Viper was genuinely considering it. His smirk lit a fire within her and she immediately turned away. his strong arms hold her in place. "Ah! Ah! Not so fast– you have done enough work! It's time for you to sleep."

Chamber had to pry the marker from her hand as he restrained them together. "Let go! This is a breakthrough! This singlehandedly progressed my research by years!"

Chmaber ducked and weaved through the onslaught of punches. He maneuvers behind her and scooped her legs in his arms bridal style. "V-Vincent! L-Let me down!"

Chamber triumphantly walks out the laboratory door with a flailing, clearly embarrassed, Viper. "No, it is about time you sleep my dear."

The commotion she made caused the attention of many agents, who just watched with a smirk as Viper kept trying to escape her fiancés hold. "Now if you keep flailing– I might drop you." Chamber teased occasionally.

"That is the point!" She hissed, earning a small laugh from the Frenchman.

They stumbled through Viper's minimalist modern room. It had grey marble and dark colors illuminated with white light. Chamber set her down gently on the bed, tucking her in obviously fueling her embarrassment. "Damn you Vincent.." She blushed underneath her sheets.

Chamber sat beside her, tucking the stray hair behind her ear. He returned with a mouthwash and a empty cup. "Now, please use this. You can't go to sleep without proper hygiene."

Viper accepted the items begrudgingly. "You make it sound like I'll sleep through the day." She gargled, before spitting into the cup.

Vincent smirks. "I asked Brimstone and he said yes."

Chamber pressed his forehead on hersbefor etaking another peck. "Now go to sleep my princess." He cooed affectionately

Viper gave a small smirk. He's been having his fun being a little shit. That spoon feeding, the bridal carry– the protocol is definitely buzzing– and now this princess talk? She'll never live it down.

Viper lunged her arms from underneath the sheets, grabbing the smug Frenchman by the collar and tie. She pulled him down hard on her lips.

She began her ferocious attack on his lips, intertwined tongues performing waltzes. Her hand finds itself on his shoulder and she pushes him off herself and switched their positions.

Vincent is still in shock from the kiss when he realized where this was going. "W-Whoa– Mon amie, you should sleep! Let's save this for another time– ughmp!"

Viper tore the tie of his neck to reveal the crook of it. She left harsh bruises on his nape, and his collar as she made her way there, stripping him more and more.

Not soon as she began, his vest was on the floor and his white shirt was pried open revealing his muscular chest littered with hickeies. He covered the lower-half of his face, only the blushing upper half was seen by Viper.

"Sabine... Stop this... You need rest..."

Sabine raised an eyebrow. He only called her that in private or when he was close to losing all self control.

She sheds her turtle neck, stirp teasing all the way. She's been straddling I'm since earlier and she can confidently say that he's aroused. They both are.

His eyes track the bounce of her breasts before looking up to see her smug smirk. She doesn't wear upper body underwear because they wer cumbersome for her all nighters.

"Sabine you have no idea what you do to me."

She unzipped the zipper of her skirt to reveal garter belt lingerie. The french kind. Sabine could've sworn he heard him say: "Oh shit" but it could just be her imagination.

They switch positions again, this time he's on top. "Mon amour, you really mead to sleep, we can stop this right now and you can get rest."

Viper wrapped her legs around his waist, making him lean down closer. "It seems a bit too late for that Vincent~"

He threw caution to the wind and kissed her. He kissed her hard. This time, he's the one leaving the marks.

"mhp.. Mmhn... Uhmm... Yes... Yes.." She rasped.

He sucked on her collar bone before moving down to her bountiful breasts. He sucked both nipples with force as he gripped her waist firmly. Viper gripped his head and ruffled his hair. "I'm getting... Impatient..."

Chamber looked up, his glasses nearly falling off. Viper reached down and took them off with her teeth. "Hurry agent..."

"Yes ma'am."

He stood upright unbuckling his leather belt. He took it off his wrist and bards ne to tie her hands together, much to her pleasure. "We're pulling out all the stops huh~" Viper cooed.

Chamber lowers dhus slacked to reveal his pulsing member trying to break free form his tight boxers. "Yes we are." he growled.

His dick was set free and it towered seven inches in the air with large girth. The tip was leaking slightly with his seed and Viper could feel herself wetting in anticipation.

Vincent flicked her clit through her undergarment. "I love how you look good in black."

Viper muffled her moans. "Mmmph..."

Chamber slipped the garment down to reveal sticky fluids already leaking. "Oh Sabine... You're wet for me."

Chamber pumped himself a few times before pushing a finger into her folds.

Viper sqeaked. They haven't had sex in the past month, she could tell that they've both been craving some action.

Chamber curled a few times before putting another finger.

Viper gasped for air. One finger was nothing but a surprise at first, two was pleasure and three– oh God.

Her hips tensed at the presence of a third finger. "S-Shit... Vincent"

His fingers curled rhythmically, each performing on a different pace. Vincent smirks at his handiwork.

Sabine was gripping the overhead headboard with her ties arms. She's desperately trying not to squeel and moan as loud as her lungs could muster.

Their rooms haven't been soundproofed yet. What if someone hears? Oh God, what about the younger agents? What would they think?

She was teetering near the edge when he pulled dout his fingers. Viper glared at him with a frown. "I was so close... You bastard.."

Vincent feigned pain. "Your words are hurtful Mon amour. You've been very naughty." He winked as he motioned her to look down with his eyes.

Viper follow his line of sight to his cock, pulsating and swollen to its limit. "Not sleeping when being told to, now cursing?"

He guides it to her entrance and pushes the tip in. "mmhp..."Sabine breathes.

"do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

Viper was already feeling the heat of his cock. "T-They get punished~"

Vincent smiled, turning her over. Her ass was flush against his chest and his cock, sliding over her wet entrance. Sabine's tied hands were on the headboard pinned by his large hand. "That's right... What a smart girl."

Sabine wasn't sure if she had a praise kink, but she is now. He gave her ass a playful slap.

Slap!

"Ahn!" Viper gasped, shocked. "What was that for?"

Slap!

"Amnn..."

"Tsk Tsk, that's not how a good girl speaks~"

Viper chewed her lips. Damn him. Damn his commanding tone. Damn how it turns her on. Damn it all. Damn how she is loving this.

"S-Sorry..." She whines.

Chamber thrusts his whole dick in one swift motion.

"AH!" Viper moans before shutting her mouth as fast as she could. "V-Vincent! S-stop! I c-ant keep my voice d-down."

She climaxed from one thrust.

Vincent hummed, scratching his chin. "Aha~ would this work?"

He slipped his free hand to her mouth, giving her his index and middle finger to suck on. Viper played with the two digits with her tongue.

Chamber gripped her waist with the other hand and began to thrust, in and out, in a slow and hard motion. His dick effectively scrapped every inch of her insides. "Ah... Ahhhnnnnmm.... Ah... Agh!..."

"The noises you make, my love, are more arousing than you could ever know."

Chamber shivered as he reached his climax. "W-Where?"

"O-Outside–" she Maine dout reaching her own climax.

Chamber intentionally slips out and sprays her back with warm fluid. "Ugh..." Vincent groans out as they both collapse. He removed the belt and wiped her back with handkerchief before his seed could soil her sheets more than they already have.

"That was... Disappointingly quick... I'm out of touch." Vincent chucked bitterly, wrapping his arms around Viper's waist.

She turned around and liase dhim on the nose. "No you have your touch alright... Mon amour." She cooed in terrible French, which made Vincent grimace.

She smiled softly as she finally relaxed.

"Okay, that's enough out of you, go sleep." He pressed their foreheads together.

She closed her eyes and slept peacefully in her lover's arms, completely unaware of the catastrophe headed in their direction. A treat that threatened the fabric of space time as they know it.

The end.

Teaser:

Four agents not older than eighteen are gathered in front if a triangular shaped teleporter. The building they're in is on fire and on the verge of collapse. Around the portal is a graveyard of perished agents of the Valorant Protocol.

The four trainee agents hold in their tears as they stare at the portal, seemingly the hope and answer to their current predicament. With heavy hearts, they charge through the portal as reality collapsed on itself. They were going to fix this. They were going to save the future, by going back through time.

[ 2nd's Journey ] coming soon....

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

[ Chamber x Viper Head Canons ]

Chiper Nation wassup?

As a fellow Viper x chamber truther myself, I imagined headcannons for them both If they were ever in a relationship.

Viper

She is a very smart lady, a very serious lady when it comes to relationships.

She is jealous and (adequately and reasonably) possessive over her romantic partners.

She's also someone with strict boundaries and rules separating her between private and work life.

She is very professional (usually)

Chamber

He is a smart man, a man with a good head on his shoulders.

He's not really the jealous type as he 100% trusts his romantic partner.

The lines between work and his private life sometimes get blurred in the frequent heat of passion he occasionally gets. (He's a romanticist Frenchman mind you)

He is a professionally unprofessional (most of the time)

Viper

She loves following rules.

She loves rationality and intelligence

She has a very strict code of morals and is very trustworthy

Chamber

He is very aloof and a (very sneaky) rulebreaker

He loves passion, uncertainty and wit

He has a small code of simple rules but other than that, he's very adventurous

Viper

She's the strict teacher everybody is scared shitless of, and very respected.

Her commands are absolute and are to be followed to the letter.

She (Mentally and sometimes verbally) beats her lessons into the other agents (Ahem! Jett, Neon, Phoenix) to ensure they learn the necessary knowledge.

She's the strict mommy.

Chamber

He's the chill and very laid back teacher that everybody can chill with. Someone's that's more of an older friend that gives (surprisingly) good advice for the younger ones.

His suggestions are effective but sometimes ignored.

His compliments and praises would build greater confidence into anyone that hears him. (especially after they've been berated by Viper for screwing up again.

He's a chill and soft dad.

Viper

She is easily embarrassed and flustered when her buttons are pushed in the perfect order.

She's very private in her displays of affection.

Though, not matter how much she Denys it, she loves receiving public displays of affections like flowers, food and coffee.

Chamber

He is never caught off guard by any of his partner's advances, public or not.

He's quite public in his displayed if affection, sudden hugs from behind, flowers, coffee and even surprise neck kisses. He love soushing her buttons.

He Iike public displays yes, but a few meaningful moments share din private are precious too.

Together they're polar opposites that fit like puzzle pieces. She's kerosene and he's the lighter, because I think they're very horny behind closed doors.

NSFW headcannons:

Viper

Viper is a scientist through and through so she loves to stick to the scientific method. Especially on the bedsheets.

Ask a question. The first step in the scientific method is asking a question that you want to answer

Perform research

Establish your hypothesis

Test your hypothesis by conducting an experiment

Make an observation

Analyze the results and draw a conclusion

Present the findings.

She is very adventurous in the bedroom, and is quite diligent in finding ways to enjoy the naked cuddle time with her partner.

She's very loud, and vocal about her loves and dislikes. She's not ashamed about it.

Chamber

When it comes to rolling in the sheets, He is by the book. He has mastered even the most basic methods of satisfying his romantic partner, and perfected them.

He's quite slow in trying new things, because it could make his partner uncomfortable.

He prefers it quiet, as he dosent want to share his partners vocal satisfaction with anyone

Viper

She loves being on both the commanding and the receiving end, usually the receiving end. She loves being spoiled rotten, contrary to her unbending nature in uniform.

She loves it rough. BDSM levels of rough on the receiving end.

On the contrary, when she's in a foul mood, she always takes charge. (not that Chamber would complain)

She's a sucker for the after cuddles.

Chamber

He doesn't mind being on both ends of the spectrum, being submissively soft or outright dominatingly hard. Whichever she would prefer.

He prefers it soft, sensual and romantic but rough lovemaking is always welcome

When he's in a foul mood he is always the dominant one, (only to a reasonable and non-abusive degree) it is 100% guaranteed that he will revoke his partner's walking privileges for the next few days, and leave her shaking and sore.

He loves the afterglow cuddles and chats.

Viper and Chamber

As a very strict person, she likes to keep her appearance sharp and her reputation immaculate– but when her buttons are pushed perfectly, the line she set will become blurred.

She likes outdoor, semi-public play. The adrenaline and thought of being caught in a compromising state fuels the fire within her. If paired with BDSM, oh lord she'll burn.

Even for a very open person, he's quite secretive and tight lipped about his activities, so moments of teasing shared in private suddenly take a heated turn– he's ready to bare all responsibility.

He quite enjoys outdoor or semi-public play, because he's usually on the commanding end. The thought of publicly acting on his burning passion, for his partner, arouses him to no end.

Blindfolds and cuffs are their favorite toys.

Gags are a no-go

They have no safewords and prefer to tap their partner twice or thirce instead. The intensity of their activities would never give them the opportunity to use their mouths other than voicing pleasure.

That's it ya' degenerates.