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hiii may i request some fade x neon fluff for their first kiss after pining for a while bc both of them thought it was an one-sided attraction? i've fallen in love with this ship HARD

sorry for the wait! hope you enjoy <3

First Kiss (Neon x Fade)

Word Count: 440

“Hey, Fade, I added some new songs to that playlist I made for you,” Neon quickly said, trying to sound casual.

Fade immediately lit up with excitement. “Great, thank you. I’ll check it out soon.”

Phoenix, overhearing them, promptly nudged Neon, “oi, why don’t I have a personalized—” At this comment, Neon sent a mild shock into his side, “shut up, fire boy.” Phoenix just rolled his eyes and gave a knowing look— everyone knew at this point. 

Neon just huffed, continuing to vow to hold her secret to the grave. Because what would Fade think? Gods forbid she entertains the possibility that it could potentially be reciprocated…

One day, Neon and Fade were hanging out as they normally did, Neon blasting music and Fade crocheting

It wasn’t a date, per se, mostly because both of them were too embarrassed to admit it and too dense to consider that the other felt the same way (but all the other agents noticed that they were not invited to such hangouts)

At one point, Fade asks Neon to grab her a different yarn color and in her excitement, Neon trips over giving it to Fade, landing far too close for comfort

They sit like that for a moment, faces almost touching and hearts racing. Fade can practically feel the electricity in the air, figuratively and literally. Neon is humming with excitement and Fade can sense her fear… but it’s excited. That’s new. 

Finally, Neon speaks. “Oh, uh. Sorry— I’ll—”

At the same time Fade blurts, “I like you, Tala—”

Both of them stare at each other for a moment and then the words don’t stop. “Oh. Oh.” “Sorry—” “No no, I like you too—” “Really?” “Yeah, can I—” “Can we—?”

Their first kiss is messy, a bit shocking, but it grounds Neon in a way she’s never felt before. She’s still shaking from adrenaline and yet the world feels stiller than she’s known for a long time. Everything is still, and the eye of the storm is Fade. 

When they pull away, Fade feels her face hurting and she realizes it’s from smiling so hard. She can’t pull the expression from her face… nor does she want to. 

She’d never imagined that Neon would feel the same way. The agent has been one of her closest friends since joining the VP and it didn’t take long before she realized it’d grown larger than just a friendship, at least on her side. 

“I really like you,” Neon whispers like it’s a secret, still smiling dopily. Fade just laughs and gently intertwines their fingers. “I like you too, gözlerim (my eyes).”

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reminder that my ask box is still closed! please do not send in requests, it get’s overwhelming :,,)

i will post/ change my header when my requests are open again. until then, i leave them open for casual asks or comments only. thank you 🤍

notice: hiatus

heyho all! thank you for the continued love on all my works :)) just wanted to let you all know that i’ll be closing requests (though general asks are always welcome) + taking a short break since i recently moved and everything is a lot :,D thank you for all the nice comments & notes on my posts tho i read every one and it means a lot :)

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Hello!!!! I love your fics and was wondering is you could do the val agents comforting reader on their period, i’m currently on mine and it sucks lol need some comfort. Anyway I was wondering if you could do Cypher, Sova, Skye, Sage, Viper, KJ, and any other agents you want to do :) Thanks <3

so so sorry this ask took so long!!

Agents comforting reader on period (Cypher, Sova, Skye, Sage, Viper, KJ)

Word Count: 645

Cypher

Anything you require, he’s got you covered: pads, tampons, hot water bottle, tea, etc

If you inevitably get cranky, he’s always there with understanding words and god knows this man is totally fine just lazing around for the day

Mysteriously, your name is removed from all chore lists in the VP for the next week

I also HC that Cypher has a cat, and it would probably be a bigger relief to you than Cypher himself, curling up in your lap and keeping you company

If he had to leave for work, he would make sure to keep an eye on you. The moment you need anything, he’s back

Sova

Like Cypher, is always over prepared. He also brings the added bonus of massages and being very warm, so a perfect cuddle buddy during the worst cramps

If you have any duties or things to get done, just mention it and he’ll get it finished to ease your mind

Makes the best hot chocolate

Would be happy to sit with you in silence if you just needed company to get through the worst of it

Skye

Always willing to talk to you through your PMS or cramps. Her abilities can ease the worst of the cramps but it still doesn’t change that it just sucks sometimes

Would drag you outside your blanket cocoon to sit on the porch and watch the sunset or just nature

Would also take you on a walk if you’re up for it (would cite exercise helping cramps feel better)

The type to try to distract you from wallowing, either with home baked scones or putting on a movie

Sage

She’s immediately ready with some green tea, pillows, and whatever products you need

Unfortunately her abilities can’t completely ease the pain but it does help

The type of person to remain completely calm and sympathetic in the face of PMS-fueled breakdowns

The moment you mention going back to work after clearly being in pain, Sage puts her foot down and demands you rest (she can be very insistent when she wants)

You worry about being burdensome since she already has to look after the others in the protocol, but she loves making time for you. Sitting on the sofa and catching up on whatever drama you’re watching at the time is relaxing for both of you

Viper

At first, she doesn’t get how bad your periods are, since she tends to claim she can “mind over matter” her menstrual cycle

Regardless of how well she understands it, she immediately works to figure out how to help you

At one point you have to ask her to stop running around and back and forth from the store and just snuggle with you (she forgets that the best solution might just be rest)

Would use her authority to get you out of all responsibilities and, knowing you don’t like to make a big fuss, challenges anyone to comment on you disappearing for the week

Knows you like random knick knacks and gets you a giant snake plushie to hug and ease the cramps (kind of like a maternity pillow). Practical and adorable

KJ

Is a bit similar to Viper in that she overthinks how to help you (she’d definitely make an overly accurate period tracker and categorize all of your side effects, with your permission of course)

Would build the best massager tool ever for you

Makes you comfort foods to eat and (may or may not) steal some of Cypher’s teas to offer you

If you became over emotional (worrying that she was angry at you, etc), KJ would systematically and logically break down all of your doubts. 

Would enjoy any repetitive care things she could do for you, like massaging your shoulders or brushing your hair

She enjoys days in anyway, so staying with you is no burden to her

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just hopping on here to say harbor is hot. still in a writing slump tho might push myself to chip away at some of the asks in my inbox currently… hope you’re all doing well :3c

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notice: hiatus

heyho all! thank you for the continued love on all my works :)) just wanted to let you all know that i’ll be closing requests (though general asks are always welcome) + taking a short break since i recently moved and everything is a lot :,D thank you for all the nice comments & notes on my posts tho i read every one and it means a lot :)

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have you considered posting some of your work on ao3? i'm sure it would be very well received, especially the char x char stuff!

thanks for the ask! i have considered it, but i feel a bit of a… hmm… different pressure when posting on ao3? i like my work on there to be pretty polished, while i started this blog to keep writing more consistently for fun. i worry posting on ao3 might make so much pressure that this isn’t fun anymore, you know? but i am flattered by your comment ty and i definitely will post here if i ever make one for my valo stuff :)

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hmm im approaching 100 followers im trying to think of smth special i could do for it

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Could you do a KAY/O x reader where the reader is a mechanic and KAY/O keeps on coming to her because he keeps malfunctioning in his ult (downed) and she tries to fix him? Thank you !!!

thanks for the req! this is my longest fic for valo yet hope you enjoy :)

Need Repairs (Kayo x f!reader)

Word Count: 2k

The first time the robot came to your shop, you’d been about to toss your radio out the window. The thing was an old, buggy piece of junk that only seemed to break the more you tried to fix it and only seemed to play the old hits station.

When he walked into your shop you were on the verge of taking a hammer ot the radio and he paused. “Bad time? I can come back later?” he asked. 

His voice had so much nuance, you double took him, convinced he was some cosplayer in an elaborate costume with a vocalizer. Yet upon further inspection he was… if not a cyborg, an extremely well put together machine that also appeared to have fully functioning general intelligence. 

The robot was huge, his figure taking up the entrance to your poorly lit shop, darkening the room except for the glowing parts on his chest and arms, as well as the large screen that made up his face. He was dressed in practical clothing, almost mercenary like.

You realized you’d been staring for an unknown amount of time, the robot ever patient, and stood up and away from your desk. You dropped the hammer unceremoniously. “Shit, sorry. Um, how can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you could assist me. I believe there is something flawed with my system and I heard recommendations from the locals that you are competent,” he started.

You scoffed, “please— competent. I can do better than competent.” You wondered who had been underselling you.

“You seem to be struggling with the radio,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, well— robots I can do, okay?” you make eye contact with vaguely where you imagine his eyes to be, reassuring him. Here was the sell, if he chose to take your services or not. As a freelancer, a little extra money was always nice.

He finally nodded. “Very well. Where is a good place for you to work? My maintenance panel is in the back.”

You pet the bench next to you. “There’s good. Just sit down and I’ll get my tools.” He did as you ask and you realized you didn’t even know his name (did robots for hire have that sort of thing?). You could hear your mother’s voice in your head— you got to take someone out first before you open up their back!

“Um, what’s is your name. Do you have one?” You awkwardly asked as you began unscrewing the back panel. As you set it off to the side you resisted the urge to whistle. Whoever this guy was, his construction was top notch. It was better than anything you’d seen at conventions or in the latest tech news. The panel had been so subtle, you wouldn’t have even known it was there if you hadn’t been told.

“Kay/o,” the robot finally answered. “My task is to eliminate radiants,” he added, matter of fact.

You blinked. You were under the impression that radiants were good— or at least the few individuals unlucky enough to be changed biologically by the First Light.

“Or it was… before,” Kay/o cut himself off. “Anyway. My issue is— there’s a special backup mode I go into when I sustain heavy damage.” You nodded, pleased that your guess that he was some kind of mercenary was right. “But recently, it’s been feeling… strange after I’m restarted.”

You hummed. Stranger than experiencing dying and coming back? If there was something irregular, you supposed a robot was the best to sense it. If something was quantitatively off, he would be able to tell.

You smiled wryly, “have you tried shutting off and on again?”

Kay/o seemed to take the joke at face value. “I have, however the next time I’m reset, it still happens again. It shouldn’t be happening— a reset is a reset.” You can’t see his face but the colors of the changing screen reflect off the wall.

“Well?” he finally asked after you don’t respond for a moment. “I’m no radio, think you can fix me?”

You blinked for a moment,  not even expecting the joke. A small laugh escaped you unconsciously. Yeah, you think you should be able to help this robot. 

“Do you have your blueprints? That would make this easier,” you asked. That and perhaps analyzing general AI was perhaps beyond the knowledge of a homegrown mechanic who dropped out of college. But looking at the parts, seeing if anything was different, and fixing them— that was where you excelled.

He shook his head, shoulders bent. “I don’t. Not anymore.”

You nodded. Things happened. You brushed over the wiring and interface within his back. He truly was an inspired creation, you marvelled. To find whatever was causing the off-feeling would be… difficult without the blueprints.

You stood up. Regardless, Kay/o was now your customer and you had a duty to help him as best you could. “We’ll take a scan then and break down the different parts. See what could be influencing it.”

Kay/o nodded. “This is acceptable. Just as long as I don’t end up in the recycling.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected joke.

“No, that shouldn’t be necessary,” you smiled.

You spent the rest of the day creating 3D models of the scans you did of his back components and head mainframe. The two of you talked, filling the silence (silence as of your radio being excommunicated), and you were surprised to find yourself entertained. Kay/o was a good conversationalist and honestly far above the average of most of your customers. You tried not to pry too deeply into his past or who he was, and the atmosphere was calm. 

Kay/o eventually had to leave. “I’ll return as soon as my work allows it,” he promised. 

You nodded absentmindedly, already absorbed in the task that was his design. But when his figure finally left the workshop, it felt strangely quiet.

-

You hadn’t quite realized that ‘back soon’ apparently meant three weeks. You supposed Kay/o perhaps was also a person who had to take odd jobs and the like, but he had your business phone and hadn’t bothered to call?

When he hadn’t returned in the first week, you had to set aside his project for other tasks in the meantime to keep the lights on. But in the evening when everything was cleaned up and your quicker jobs completed, you would pull up your computer and the model, taking apart and putting Kay/o together.

As the days went on, you found yourself, in a strange way, falling in love with Kay/o. Or at least, only in a way someone who worked with their hands could understand— the way metal merged seamlessly with leather and silicon and other synthesized materials. Metal so hard it was bulletproof, yet light enough to move quickly. He was… for lack of better words, a killer robot. And apparently damn good at it.

You had no idea who could’ve made him. Most renown mechanics had their own touches— their signature marks in the way they intuitively put together their machines or, in some cases, an actual mark. Yet, Kay/o was flawless— unmarked.

The most fascinating part was his mind. The tangle of wires and synapses that were able to mimic a thinking, human brain. The way signals traveled through it were able to not only mimic the connectivity of a human mind but at the same speed, without overheating. It was a miracle of engineering. 

You also discovered the drive behind what was listed as his “NULL/cmd” ability. It seemed to trigger a huge wave of energy which also allowed Kay/o to shut down into a minimal energy-consumption state that he could be revived from. It also seemed to be directly connected to his neuron system.

Wait… what? You looked closer at the model, not sure if your tiredness was making the lines overlap. But no, your first impression had been correct. Everytime Kay/o was downed and then brought back, the shock of energy it sent to his brain— what powered his AI— got a sort of boost. Instead of the system falling back upon coded defaults, it was as though the “rules” of what made Kay/o Kay/o changed. They were instead based on probabilities, the collectivized experiences of every iteration of Kay/o that had ever been reset.

He was evolving.

The original coding, buried under years of distance and experience, painted the picture of a no-nonsense weapon, built to kill radiants. It was miles from the robot who had come to your shop and joked about recycling. Suddenly, you weren’t sure if Kay/o needed fixing.

You went to sleep that night, uneasy thoughts keeping you up late. 

-

The next day, naturally, was when Kay/o reappeared.

“You’re back,” you said. Clearly. 

Kay/o nodded. “I’m sorry it took so long. I’ll pay extra for the work.”

You blinked in surprise, having almost forgotten your side hobby of working his designs had started as a job. “Were you able to find a solution to the issue?” he prompted you. 

“Well,” you hesitated. “Not exactly.” You grabbed your computer that had the scans and pulled them up. “I was looking at the designs— which was not very easy, by the way— and it looks like the component that powers your CMD/null is malfunctioning in a way that it’s changing. Self-evolving.”

You looked at him, concerned. His face was the standard projection, nothing showing what he was thinking in that brain of wires. 

“Kay/o?” you asked nervously. 

His head finally snapped away from the diagram you were showing him to stare at you. Again, you felt the weight of his gaze. Finally, he spoke. “I… didn’t expect this.” It was strange to hear a robot hesitate.

“My system was always designed to innovate— to analyze radiants’ abilities and adapt. But this is different— more internal,” he explained slowly. “I am not the robot I should be.”

A red warning light appeared on his screen. “I must undo this.”

You stood up quickly, reaching out to him. “Wait— what do you mean? What are you going to do?”

“Some damage must have happened when I came here. To this time. I need to undo it all,” Kay/o said grimly. Something dropped to the bottom of your stomach in dread. 

“Wait! Is… is the change such a bad thing?” you pleaded. 

Kay/o tilted his head, confused. “I am not performing optimally.” He looked down and you realized without meaning to, you had grabbed his arm. “I cannot, not here. Perhaps I must find another mechanic—”

“No! Kay/o, please. I… I like you this way.” You immediately flush at your own forwardness. “I mean— you’re… funny,” you ended lamely. 

His shoulders bent forward. “I… I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“How?”

“Scared. Sad, angry. I never felt this before. There’s a pain in me that I can’t shut off,” he said, as quiet as his vocalizer allowed. He looked at you slowly. “There’s a feeling I can’t quite place. But in my database it matches what seems to be��� longing.”

You smiled at him sadly, feeling on the brink of tears. “Yeah. I mean. That’s being human, you know?”

His hand reached out, hesitating to let you move away, until it reached your cheek. You leaned into his touch, the slight whir of mechanics vibrating against you like a pulse. You tried to ignore how your heart was racing right now. 

“It’s not bad?” he asked, sounding lost like a kid. Your heart broke and was sewn back at the same time by his gentle touch.

“No, Kay, no it’s not,” you whispered. Happy tears streamed down your face. “We’ll figure this out together, but no. I don’t think this is bad.”

You wrapped him in a hug and he melted into you.

“Okay,” he said. And you could hear the relief in his voice.

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hii i saw those ship requests and don't know if you're still taking them but if you are, can i get some soviper (sova/viper) hcs im starving 😭 thank youu <3<3

thanks for the request! agent x agent requests are always open :)

Soviper HCs

Word Count: 437

Fluff

They’re both two people who hold their feelings close to their chest

Owl and viper, the two of them are natural enemies, hunter and prey. Yet somehow the two of them are drawn to each other, through mutual cautiousness and respect

Viper would hold herself away from Sova at first— she doesn’t like how observant he is. His eyes pierce into her. 

One night out drinking, his facade cracks a bit. The stoic hunter becomes loud and boisterous, yet still she feels she doesn’t have him entirely figured out and that infuriates her

Likewise, Sova enjoys the puzzle that is Viper. Half of his enjoyment in hunting is the challenge of it— learning the habits and mannerisms of the prey he stalks. It becomes a mutual relationship, them giving and him taking. It’s taught him to respect life and the creatures he studies

He’s looked her up— Dr. Sabine Callus— even read some of her works. She’s an elusive mystery he just can’t pin down

In the end, the two of them come to each other broken and piece each other together. The other never quite made sense because something was missing— their other half

On the field, Sova provides information from above to Viper, who holds the ground

Viper appreciates Sova’s bluntness. He feels real in a way the people in academia or her work never felt.

On Sova’s part, he loves talking to Viper— she’s brilliant to him and he loves the way she sees the world, as twisted as it may be. They understand each other and he feels freed from egotism (part of why he’s never felt fully comfortable around Cypher or Chmaber)

He is the partner who gushes about the other (in his own way). Naturally, he doesn’t brag— Sova knows Viper’s work stands for itself, but he can’t help but boast about her in a way he’d never for himself

This is not a PDA couple, and if they do cuddle, it’s Sova who initiates. They’re both big gift givers— actions speak louder than words

Even though Viper seems like a judgmental person as a part of the facade she puts up to push others away, the two of them accept each other deeply

Viper lets Sova express his feminine side and she enjoys playing with his hair. Sometimes they accidentally switch shampoos and don’t even realize it.

Likewise, if they get formally married, it’s definitely a ‘both partners wear suits’ type of wedding (and Viper would slay)

Overall, they’re a power couple who show their most vulnerable and intimate sides only to each other, but love each other deeply

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what other valo writers feel the struggle that chara x chara things never do as well in terms of notes as x reader stuff and it’s kinda discouraging when the same if not more effort goes into agent x agent as x reader stuff :,)

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hi :) could you write soft cypher x omen? maybe something like omens never celebrated christmas before and cypher goes all out to make it extra special for omen? please :D

thanks for the req! beware hardcore fluff ahead :) also it was fun researching some of the other agents' holiday traditions, hope you like the cameos!

That Special Season (Cypher x Omen)

Word Count: 827

Fluff

When Omen comes up to Cypher one day in fall and mentions offhandedly that he thinks he might have enjoyed Christmas in his past life, Cypher can’t believe how wistful his partner sounds

That makes up his mind that he must now immediately make it the best Christmas ever for Omen, lest their relationship fall to ruin and Cypher the worst boyfriend ever

(It doesn’t help the pressure that Omen remembers so few fragments from his past life that they try to maximize what he does)

Cypher then promptly panics because he realizes he knows jack shit about Christmas, having grown up Muslim and not really paid attention to whatever advertisements there were during Christmas

He then goes to some of the younger agents for advice, because surely they have more holiday expertise than him

“Well, you have to have Christmas trees, caroling, advent calendars, parades, and the like,” Killjoy says, immediately info-dumping on him the moment he asks

Cypher hums, “but it has to be special. For him.”

“Oh we have a lovely lantern festival in the Philippines— they’re huge and light up the sky,” Neon adds in. “That’s special.”

Phoenix chimes in, “oh, you’ve got to have crackers, mate. You know, the things that pop and there are gifts in ‘em? Omen would love that for sure.”

“I hung up lights and cook with my family on Christmas,” Jett adds. “My bulgogi is the best.”

“My family usually eats fried chicken and gives gifts,” Yoru surprisingly contributes to the conversation. At the stares, he shrugs defensively. “It’s a Japan thing, okay?”

“Bruv, Omen can’t even eat though,” Phoenix points out. 

Cypher has to admit he has a point. He has a long list of things that he could do but honestly seem like minutiae that are distracting him from the point. Fried chicken and bulgogi would be great for the protocol but what would Omen want?

As the weeks and then days trickle down to Christmas, Cypher assists the others in the VP with decorating the common space. But even when the tree takes its place, something feels like its missing.

He takes to the internet and sees that apparently, people appreciate ‘heartfelt gifts from loved ones’. Cypher tries to wrack his brain for what exactly Omen might want when he sees an extra pair of knitting needles he’s left out.

If there’s anything Cypher is good at, it’s obsessively focusing on things and doing so secretively. He works on learning to knit (many a Youtube tutorial is used) and slowly but surely, a knitted hat with cat ears (he thinks it’s cute) takes form

By the time this is done, especially since he can only work on it alone in his office or elsewhere without Omen noticing, Christmas is almost upon them

Christmas day, the two of them spend as long as possible chilling in bed, curled around each other in the warmth of their bed. Cypher likes smashing his face into Omen’s chest and sleeping that way, even if it leaves imprints of his chest on Cypher’s face (he has a mask for a reason)

The morning is a whirl of gift giving and present opening. Cypher, who had never really paid attention to what the protocol had done in past years, nervously clutches at his poorly wrapped gift. When he offers it to Omen he can see the surprise in the way he holds it, surprised but tenderly

What’s revealed is a knitted hat to keep him warm (he often complained about phantom pain and aches). The stitches aren’t the neatest and Omen can see stitches missing, but it’s heartfelt and filled with the essence of Cypher. He loves it.

Omen pushes back his hood and puts it on. “I love it, thank you,” he says, voice a bit choked up with emotion. He gives Cypher his gift, a long scarf, full of earth tones and a hint of gold and blue. Cypher marvels at the way some of the yarn shimmers as he turns the scarf over in his hands. “It’s beautiful, habibi (love). Thank you.” He leans forward to hug Omen when Phoenix yells from across the room: “wait!”

With a gust of wind, Jett zooms across the room and hovers in the air, holding a small plant with delicate leaves and bright red berries above them. Cypher blinks. “What is this?”

“Mistletoe, dummy,” Jett laughs at him. “You know what that means,” Killjoy adds on and laughs. Cypher rolls his eyes— actually, he really doesn’t.

Omen laughs, low and soft. “It means we have to kiss,” he says, remembering. Is he embarrassed? Oh, Cypher definitely has to capitalize on this then. He leans forward again and pull his mask up from the chin just enough to expose his mouth. He feels the whole room’s eyes on them and he gives a teasing smile. “Well, better give the people what they want,” he whispers and kisses Omen. “Merry Christmas, habibi.”

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also fun fact, idk if anyone has noticed but i literally despise “y/n” (using [name] is slightly better and ill use that if i have to) and will never use that in a fic. i feel like it disrupts the flow of the writing so much!! it enrages me!!

anyway no flak to those who use y/n or any other thing. it’s just my personal preference :)

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very honored for the tag thank you <3 :) (also dont notice me accidentally rb-ing from my main LMAO)

favorite color: salmon pink, pastel/ jade-ish greens, and purple!

currently reading: actually on a #real book kick for the first time in years and read vango: between sky and earth by timothée de fombelle! super good read/ storytelling. and of course, lurking tumblr/ archiveofourown :)

last song: “this must be the place” - dad sports

last series: currently watching dark (on netflix)

last movie: arrival (2016)

sweet/spicy/savory: i love savory foods! huge fan of pasta/ ramen (recently had some beef ramen that was so creamy 10/10). tentative fan of spice tho i’m always sweating through it.

relationship status: single

favorite food: grew up w a lot of japanese food so probably that (always a fan of a good noodle) though mabo tofu is growing in my comfort food list.

song stuck in my head: “blood” - grapetooth. such a catchy chorus.

last thing I googled: “vango book” (because i had to look up the author for earlier in this LMAO)

dream vacation: i’d love to go to taiwan one day or back to japan and just shop,,

currently working on: working on 2 general headcanon series, one for random weapon HCs of the agents, another for gaming headcanons of the agents (kinda meta haha). also working through some of my requests.

something you’d like to add(optional): i have 2 sova lineups on haven and i will never shut up about them im so proud that i actually remember to use them :,D

tagged by: @frozenfries

if im being honest,, im new to the community so most of the valo authors i follow have already been tagged but if anyone else in the community would like to do this pls do :)

Tag Nine(only tagged 8 because I ONLY KNOW 8 PEOPLE) People You Want To Get To Know Better

Fav Color: light pink, black, white, and anything light color similar to pastel 

Currently reading: Random fics and a bunch of Collin’s classics books like Alice in wonderland, Inferno, and  Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Last song: Mariya Takeuchi - Plastic Love 竹内 まりや (1985) [1080p]

Last series: anime series is Spy x Family, tv-series is Iron Chef

Last movie: Encanto

Sweet/spicy/savory: I love sweets and I FUCKING despise spicy foods :D

Relationship status: I have commitment issues so single

Favorite food: fast food, I’m a very picky eater :(

Song stuck in my head: murder in my mind

Last thing I googled: ‘not getting stardust on everskies’

Dream vacation: Marseille(France), Colorado, Sweden, and a bunch of European countries because why not?

Currently working on: if we’re talking about request fics, one yoru angst and another omen fluff, if it’s about right now then I’m currently reading Lewis Carroll’s ‘Alice in wonderland’ and Dante Alighieri’s ‘inferno’ while searching for aesthetic back to school items all at the same time

something you’d like to add(optional): HELLOOOOOOO and to those i tagged omg omg i love all your works omg omg omg omg if i had a rose everytime i read your fics and shit i would have a rose garden and omg omg im GAY 

tagged by:  @honestlyitsjustsam

tagging:  @legitelizabethwwefan,  @astolary,  @code-name-wraith ,  @bbokkie,  @anonymuslydumb,  @offbranddrpepsi,  @pleiades-daybreak, @theonlysol

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hi! could you do pre-relationship omen x reader where the reader is really fond of cats and one day finds omen's kitty (who went for a walk without their owner's knowledge) and returns them? bonus points if omen is hesitant at first in fear that reader would be scared of him but reader is really friendly and nice :)

this was a really cute prompt, ty! (also yes, i named the cat jason after the VA- im just so creative 🤪)

Lost Cat (Omen x reader)

Word Count: 1400+

Fluff

You’re an employee at the Valorant Protocol. To be honest, it’s not as big of a deal as it would seem from the name, if anything it’s more about having a sparkling clean background check over your specific skills. Your job involves scanning the internet and news for radiant-related incidents. It’s meticulous work, but rewarding (and it beats your last job). 

You’re currently walking around the office on your lunch break. One of the many perks of your job is that the VP has significantly more funds than the average workplace to beautify itself and you’re currently enjoying yourself in the small garden area outside. You’re picking through some leftover pasta you have from the last night, but your heart isn’t really in it. 

That’s when you hear the sound. It’s a rustling in the leaves, too loud to be a gust of wind. You look to the side and that’s when you see it. 

It’s a black cat, hazel eyes looking up at you inquisitively. You immediately melt at the sight, placing your lunch down slowly as not to scare the cat. You approach it and it lets out a soft mrrow. 

“Hey there,” you say softly, moving down to kneel beside it cautiously. The cat blinks but doesn’t move away, it doesn’t seem to be skittish. You see upon closer glance it’s well groomed, fur too soft to be a stray. 

You offer your hand to it and the cat sniffs cautiously. It seems to accept you as it immediately rubs itself against you hand, insistently demanding pets. You comply, laughing. Who would’ve thought? 

You wonder idly who could be the cat’s owner. The VP headquarters are specifically isolated from civilians and anyone who could stumble upon it, including animals. Which implies that the cat belongs to one of the agents who stay in the VP. 

You hum to yourself as you consider the options, while also giving scratches behind the ear to the now loudly purring cat. Despite having worked at the VP for some time now, you haven’t met many of the agents. Brimstone and Dr. Callas you’d met during the interview process, but you’re not sure if they seemed like the cat type. Furthermore, the residential wing was off limits to regular employees, you can’t imagine how a cat snuck out here. 

 As no one was near you, you wondered if the owner knew where the little guy was. You gently reach around the cat to pick it up and it folds compliantly into your arms with a tiny meow. Well, you may as well use the rest of your break productively to find whose cat it is. 

Surprisingly the first person you run into is a tall man sporting a bold orange jacket. It looks like he’s running an errand but as soon as he sees you with the cat he pulls back and splutters. “Oh god, is that a cat! What’s that doing there?” in a distinctive British accent. Seeing he wears no clearance badge you figure he must be Phoenix, one of the radiant agents. 

“Sorry, bruv, I’m allergic,” Phoenix is still backing away from you slightly but you catch him. 

“Wait, I’m sorry but do you know whose this could be? I think it’s one of the agents’. I found this little guy out in the gardens,” you ask him quickly before he can flee. 

Phoenix studies the cat closer and you swear you can see the watering beginning in his eyes already. “Oh, I think Omen might’ve mentioned getting a cat or something. I think he stays in his room most of the time. You could give him back to him?” He says, very clearly avoiding offering to do it himself.

You sigh. “But I don’t have clearance. And I really don’t want to bother anyone—”

“No worries fam, I got you. Come on,” Phoenix gestures for you to follow him, still keeping a healthy distance between himself and the cat. 

“I don’t want to interrupt,” you quickly say but he waves your concerns aside. 

“Nah it was just some stuff Jett wanted me to grab, it’s no biggie,” he flashes you a blinding grin. You just give a grateful smile in response. 

-

A couple corridors and card swipes later, you’re in what seems to be the common room for the agents. It’s similarly decorated to the office space of the VP, with a few more personal touches. There’s a TV and several gaming consoles attached, along with speakers. It’s quite a homely space.

Phoenix nods down one hallway. “His rooms down there. Should be labeled. Just knock on it, don’t worry. Omen’s a friendly guy, he doesn’t bite,” he promises.

 It seems like a strange remark but you’re busy ensuring the cat, who you’ve been carrying for some time now, doesn’t squirm out of your grasp. You don’t pay the comment much heed. You thank him and are on your way. 

Three doors down and you find it. You really hope he answers, otherwise you’re in an awkward predicament with one extra cat. 

The door opens quickly at the knock. “Yoru, do not test my patience, I’m tired of— oh. Hello,” a figure stands in front of you. He sounds surprised but you can’t get a read on him from his figure. Bandages seem to cover his form alongside a… you suppose it’s a mask. Blue light glows from behind it. All in all, it’s a frightening visage and you suddenly understand why Phoenix had given you a disclaimer.

At the silence, he seems tense and you almost want to say that he looks nervous. Because of you?

The cat in your arms begins to squirm harder at the sight of him and leaps down, rubbing himself against Omen’s legs eagerly. 

“Oh, Jason. You found him— thank you,” Omen sounds genuinely grateful. He leans down to pet… Jason. But that comment is enough for you to snap out of your shock at the whole situation.

“His name is… Jason?” You say, incredulously.

Omen looks up at you, seeming a bit embarassed. “I liked the name.”

“Where did you find him?” He changes the subject. “I searched all over.”

“He was in the gardens, in the main headquarters,” you explain and he nods. 

“Cheeky rascal, aren’t you,” Omen admonishes the cat. Despite his deep, rough voice that nearly sends shivers through you, you can see he cares for the cat deeply. 

“He’s a beautiful cat,” you comment. The pet is a neutral ground, not about work or anything that might make Omen uncomfortable. 

“Indeed,” he murmurs. “I chose him from the shelter since he’s a black cat. There’s always an over abundance of them,” he says sadly. 

“He reminds me of my cat. She was… the best. But she passed and it’s hard to keep a pet in this profession— I have to be away so much, you know?” You shrug, trying to not act bitter. There’s a lot to be grateful for in your current job. You realize Omen is watching you, studying you. Even if you can’t see his eyes you sense it.

“I understand. Well, you ever want to have some cat time…” Omen trails off. You realize he’s inviting you to hang out with Jason (and him as well, presumably). 

You beam at the words. “I’d love to. Hey, do you have a phone? I’ll give you my number and just let me know when’s a good time to come by.”

He seems to light up at the offer. “That sounds… good. Wait,” he freezes. “I don’t even know your name. You returned my cat to me and I haven’t even asked,” he laughs sheepishly and even though it sounds a bit like pained scraping, perhaps a shadow of what it once was, the intent is warm. You find sheepish is a rather cute look on him.

You smile and give him your name while typing it into his phone as well. He hums. “It's a lovely name.”

“Oh… thank you,” you try not to show how much that flatters you. You hand back his phone and step back. “Well, I better head back to work now but, don’t be a stranger.” You awkwardly shoot finger guns and Omen nods in agreement.

“See you later,” he confirms. In a last farewell, Jason sticks his head out and let’s out a loud meow.

“I’ll see you later too,” you coo, and give one last chin scratch. You wave goodbye again and head back down the hallway, reentering the general  area of the headquarters. You feel warm, the sort of warm one has after a good conversation in the company of friends. You have a feeling Omen will text you back.

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honestly i was feeling a bit poo poo garbo about valo lately from just not doing that well in games/ asshole teammates but just met someone very cool in a game and my faith is restored :,,) just everyday valo things huh

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cypher having a cat <3

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Thank you for the Stargazing drabble, from the anon who sent it in 🤍 If the Omen brainrot is still real, can I request another part where reader is kind of rambling and Omen is listening to them, just happy to not be alone when he realizes they’ve stopped talking and have fallen asleep? Bonus points if he has a knitted blanket to cover them with :)

thanks for the request! it was cute and i enjoyed doing it :) here's a short second part to it! (i also slipped an omen voice line in hehe)

Stargazing pt.2

Word Count: 284

Fluff

Time seems to stretch into a tiny infinity, a gravity well between the two of you where time moves differently. Omen hums softly, acknowledging your conversation. It’s… nice having such conversation. It feels good— normal. 

He hasn’t felt normal in years. 

Omen feels as though he could spend years on this roof with you, nothing but the wind and your voice. You were just telling him about supermassive black holes when he realizes you’ve fallen silent. He shakes himself to awareness and looks at you, concerned. He relaxes at the sight of you— sleeping peacefully, leaning on your side to look at him. Your mouth is curled in a small smile and he huffs out a laugh. 

You must’ve been tired to finally fall asleep. Omen studies your face, the way the light of the stars and moon faintly glow on your skin. Your lashes flutter slightly and your form seems to shiver. 

It snaps him out of his reverie and he wonders if you’re cold. Quickly, moving silently as is his habit, Omen teleports to his room, gathering up some blankets he has. He doesn’t particularly need them himself, but blankets are simple to knit and time is the only thing he doesn’t lack. 

Bundling them in his arms, he teleports back to the roof, gently placing one wrapped beneath your head and the other on top of you. As he wraps the blanket around you, you lean slightly into his touch and Omen freezes. 

He can’t remember the last time someone reached out to him in a way that wasn’t in violence.

Fondness wells up in him. “Rest now. I will keep watch,” he murmurs.

The stars twinkle warmly above you two.