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People really love making so many excuses as to why they refuse to use the correct pronouns of a canonical enby it seems

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Wish i could post smart headcanons about cyphmen but unfortunately i am Stupid

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fandom: valorant | focus: killjoy & cypher (platonic)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “warm meal” ; fluff, found family

summary: killjoy checks up on cypher, and they have a little midnight meal :)

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Klara yawned, leaning back in her chair as she stretches, joints popping from disuse. She'd been working on improvements to her turret, once again staying up far too late. Ah, well. Anything for her bots. The young engineer stood, glancing across the shared workshop at the other benches and desks. Specifically Cypher's, as she recalled that he had been working on fixing some of his busted tripwires. However, the Moroccan was nowhere to be seen, and Klara sighed, frowning. She's have to find him, then, not having to wonder if he was awake, as they both know that cypher's sleep schedule was the worst in the entire Protocol (which, coming from Killjoy, is saying something). Thus, she ventured out into the compound.

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The door to Cypher's workshop slid open. Cypher glanced up from his tinkering and spotted Klara, smile evident despite his mask. "Why hello, my little engineer!" he greeted warmly, his gloved hands still tangled in delicate wires and machinery. "What brings you here at this time of night?"

"I came to check on you, Cypher." Klara explained, entering the room and letting the door slide shut behind her. "I wasn't able to find you in any of your usual spots, so I knew I'd find you in here." Glancing around the room, she took in the organized mess of it all. It's similar to her own workshop, just different. More cameras, less bots. Same amount of wires, though.

"Hard at work, I see. Say, Cypher... when's the last time you ate?" She inquired, a pointed look being sent Cypher's way. She already knew the answer. "I swear, you've been holed up in here for days."

The spy laughed, a tad sheepish. "Ah, well, you caught me. I suppose it has been a while since my last meal," he replied smoothly, rising out of his chair and stretching. His joints popped and crackled, as if protesting the movement. "Say, Killjoy, how about I cook for us? Surely, you must be hungry as well."

Klara hummed in thought, then nodded. It'd be an effective way to make sure he didn't worm his way out of eating, and plus, she was hungry now that she thought about it. "Hm... alright. Lead the way, then!"

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"Now, this is a very special recipe," Cypher remarked, gliding around the compound's kitchen like he belonged there. "My mother's, to be specific, although I can never get it quite right."

Klara was silent, not wanting to interrupt the man and possibly cause him to withdraw. Cypher's moments of vulnerability were few and far between, and the young engineer cherished every tidbit he gave out.

She helped where she could, taking out ingredients and measuring portions, but Cypher did the bulk of the cooking (of course, it's his recipe, after all). Soon enough, they're finished, with two appetizing bowls of stew in front of them. "Eat up, my dear engineer. Tell me what you think of it." Cypher urged, gloved hands wrapped around his own bowl with no intention to eat it (at least, not in any public areas).

Klara tried a spoonful, eyes going wide as flavor blossomed atop her tongue. She hadn't known what to expect, but this was amazing. Who knew the Protocol had a brilliant chef right under their noses this whole time? She swallowed, then remembered the man's request. "It's... great, Cypher! Thank you for this." The engineer replied earnestly, a smile on her face. "I didn't know you were so good at cooking!"

Cypher laughed in response, "Ah, you flatter me. It's a simple recipe, anyone could make it." He said, idly swirling a spoon through his own bowl. "Thank you, though. I'm glad." And he meant it.

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They'd migrated to the couch in the attached living room as Klara hounded Cypher for information on how he'd learned to cook, what recipes he knew, etc etc. The spy had been glad to answer, the quiet stories of his youth filling the night air.

Cypher wasn't sure when Klara had gone quiet, but he'd known she was asleep when her head lolled to the side, resting on his shoulder. Sweet as it was, the spy couldn't sit there all night. So, as carefully as he could, he moved himself off of the couch and laid her down on it, sliding a couple throw pillows under her head.

"Goodnight, Klara. Sweet dreams." The Moroccan murmured, gentle hands tucking a blanket around the sleeping girl's form. He rose to his feet, clearing away any evidence of their late-night cooking, then left for his room. Perhaps he can turn in early, tonight.

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I LOVE THEM I LOVE FOUND FAMILY!!!! IM ILL!!!! /pos

also this is my first fanfic + my first writing in foreeverrr so constructive criticism would be appreciated!!! some parts r also older than others so if the writing style changes uhhhhh no it didn't :] /j

also also i haven't beta read it yet (will do tmrw if i remember) so uh... probably has errors in there lol

cross-posted to ao3

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for better or for worse i have discovered that it is immensely pleasurable. i plan to inflict this knowledge on cyphmen in the most graphic writing possible for the public’s collective enjoyment

had anal sex the other day not for my own merit but specifically to better understand how to write it for cyphmen

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had anal sex the other day not for my own merit but specifically to better understand how to write it for cyphmen

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My Fanmade Spray of Omen - "Mood Display System"

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based on a true story of my valo trio

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Ohhhhh this is also an EXCELLENT headcanon— Like who better to know how to hide from cypher than his estranged wife who knows exactly how he thinks and strategizes and can use that to purposefully mislead him

But cypher is skilled enough to see past a lot of it so it feels like trying to catch steam in his bare hands. He knows theyre out there somewhere, he keeps seeing glimpses and hints of in passing, but whenever he commits to actually tracking them down they disappear and he’s back to square one

Version of cypher that doesnt know where the hell his family is or what theyre doing and hasnt known in literally years and the pranoia is driving him insane

Like what if schrodingers nora isnt because of the game devs willfully (lazily?) withholding that information from us? What if its part of cyphers character itself what then

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what if Cyphers old enemies are tracking his every movement, and cypher is acutely aware of that fact. They know he is in Valorant, what bases he resides at and when, mask and hidden identity be damned

The only reason they won’t hunt him down where he stands is because Valorant is so self-contained. Their sole purpose is to combat Omega Earth incursions, nothing more, nothing less. As long as Amir keeps his head down and keeps up his service to Valorant, his enemies have no problem.

But Cypher knows that if he dares toe the line— if he even hints that he might make a move in Morocco, against his old enemies, against Kingdom, or anything of the like, they will find and murder him. His life will be snuffed out faster than he can say his own name

He is a rat in a cage. He cant give his captors by proxy any leverage. What if he abandoned his family because he knows that any attempts to contact them will be inevitably dug up by his old enemies and compromise them

Cypher is absolutely skilled enough to know everything about his family. But what if he can’t use that skill?

What if the act of looking for his family could be the same act that consignes them to death. What then

Version of cypher that doesnt know where the hell his family is or what theyre doing and hasnt known in literally years and the pranoia is driving him insane

Like what if schrodingers nora isnt because of the game devs willfully (lazily?) withholding that information from us? What if its part of cyphers character itself what then

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Version of cypher that doesnt know where the hell his family is or what theyre doing and hasnt known in literally years and the pranoia is driving him insane

Like what if schrodingers nora isnt because of the game devs willfully (lazily?) withholding that information from us? What if its part of cyphers character itself what then

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Thank you google docs very cool

Someone remind me to make a not what im called meme of omen being women according to fucking google docs

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Someone remind me to make a not what im called meme of omen being women according to fucking google docs

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What if we all stopped noticing things. What then

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raze & killjoy in valorant music video "EGO" (x)

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cypher ult but instead of revealing your location in-game he posts your full IP address in chat