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Clove X Chamber

Pt 1: There Pt 2: here Ongoing --------------------------------

The weight of the rifle in his hands was pure bliss. Few things truly satisfied Chamber but a well tuned weapon was one of them. Despite initially disliking even holding a weapon Vincent Fabron now found himself comforted by them in some odd way. They were his art form, they accented every facet of his life. When it came to firearms they were something he knew as intimately as someone would know their partner. Each piece was memorized, each function studied, he even could sometimes name a guns manufacture just by holding it . They weren’t his hyper fixation but they were his passion and he’d be damned if he did anything half assed let alone weaponry.

The current weapon in his hands was a slightly modified Marshall. It had a more designer body but was functionally still just a simple sniper rifle. Chamber liked his guns to be sleek and more ‘high class’ but they were still one of the few things he wasn’t entirely snobbish with. A gun was a work of art regardless of what it looked like so long as it did its function well. A Marshall’s job was to be a more flexible sniper. Less clunky than an Operator and quicker too, it made a fine weapon to practice with or for someone a bit less built than him. The only reason Chamber kept this specific weapon locked away was due to those less gentle with their arms such as Phoenix and Yoru. He had been gracious enough to let the two practice with some of his customs under supervision and the later at least seemed to understand his behavior while the former was just dazzled by how ‘luxurious’ the weapons looked. Chamber was also a bit of a showoff, so getting to flaunt his hard earned, and sometimes self designed, weapons was always a treat.

Another shot, another hit, another grain of relaxation working away both his boredom and tension. Just as he was yet again about to land a perfect shot, Phoenix and Yoru walked in loudly talking.

“It’s just not fair! Come on that’s my whole thing!” Phoenix moved about as animated as he normally did. Chamber listened in but still kept his primary focus on his target. “So you’re only good at dying?” Yoru scoffed in his usual dismissive manner, punctuating it with a shallow laugh. Chamber readied his weapon to fire.“No!” Phoenix proclaimed almost loud enough Chamber was sure even Raze, who was in the blast range per usual, could hear it. “I’m just sayin’, you’d be a little pressed too if they found another rift walker from across the pond”“I’d just beat them duh,” He spoke like it was common sense. Yoru’s ego was one of the things Chamber actually liked about the man despite it making him insufferable at times if not just plain childish. “You’re just jealous they’re going to replace you.”Chamber fired a shot as Phoenix gawked at the other man, his shot landing dead center as it almost always did. As their conversation continued they seemed entirely oblivious to Chamber’s existence in the room. The range wasn’t small but it wasn’t so big you’d not notice someone by this point. The two walked through playfully arguing, or maybe actually arguing Chamber didn’t know. It was just before he fired his next shot that one of their shrills pulled him from his focus. Loud laughing filled the room as Chamber focused his eyes on his target, trying to tone out the other agents but it seemed impossible. “At least Clove has mad style man,” Phoenix laughed out, practically whooping and hollering as he did so. Where ever their conversation had gone they were having a good time as apparent by their tones and language. “No one appreciates fashion around here. You’ve got Chamber but he’s all money and fancy stuff, he’s got no substance. He’s too posh and put together.” With that, Chamber missed. Well, he didn’t actually miss. He hit the circle just outside the center of the target which, for him, was as good as missing it entirely. With an ungraceful sigh he packed up his Marshall and made a slight show of leaving the range, giving a friendly smile and wave to the now sheepish looking Phoenix and near bursting with laughter Yoru.

Chamber wasn’t overly sensitive or at least the subjects he was sensitive about were incredibly hard to press. He knew people scoffed at his way of dress and even his personality, Viper did so often on both accounts. Chamber also knew that Phoenix was just talking to talk, finding some point to get over on Yoru to ‘win’ what ever pointless argument they were having yet again. What had drove the nail in was the comparison combined with the unpleasant memory from earlier. When walking past Clove’s room he had overheard a song that was once so familiar to himself he could probably even sing the few lyrics it had while humming the rest of the chaotic beat. It sparked memories of his ill remembered younger years, ones that he tried to forget existed entirely as well as had put quite the effort to erase.

Vincent Fabron was a structured man in his late twenties. He was the image of perfection, hard work, and dedication. The man was the physical embodiment of what it looked like to succeed with his accomplishments speaking for themselves. He was not someone who behaved carelessly or recklessly nor even engaged in adjacent practices. Vincent Fabron was not a rule breaker nor trouble maker. The smith was absolutely undeniably perfect, on paper at least. In actuality the mans upbringing was by far from perfect or typical.

Young Vincent Fabron had grown up in a house of unrelenting expectations. His mother, an artist herself, was always overbearing with any shred of ‘motherly love’ being withheld unless he preformed well. His father was more doting, compared to his mother which wasn’t saying much, but still held high standards and made his displeasure with the boy known. At his youngest he was enrolled in piano, violin, and flute. He absolutely floundered at all of the instruments. While not tone deaf and able to read sheet music, Vincent was a very unfocused child. If it didn’t catch his attention then he had no passion for it and the three instruments certainly did not catch his attention. His mother insisted he stay up at all hours practicing until perfection while his father simply gave disapproving comment after disapproving comment. It was after two years he started bargaining. What Chamber did have passion for was drawing. His mother absolutely hated the fact he found joy in it despite herself being an artist. As he aged he would learn this was a mix of jealousy and superiority, a want to not risk any competition even if it was your own child. Because of his mothers disdain for his hobby he decided to barter with his father. In exchange for truly dedicating himself to only one instrument he would get to finally both have and keep his own art supplies. His father agreed without a second thought and little Vincent got right to studying and practicing piano until his fingers nearly bled. As he grew better with piano, and had a more positive incentive to learn, he found he did enjoy playing although not as often as his parents would like. The piano was a softer sound that could be played at a variety of tempos and nearly always sound beautiful. It was by far superior to the shrill sounds of the violin or flute. Once he had seemingly perfected the piano, which was still not good enough in his parents eyes, he moved to more progressive ventures. In his teen years he was sent to an all boys private school to study more technical skills as well as to act as a bridge to the military once he became an adult. It was here he had a bit of rebellion.

Teenage Vincent was ever the star pupil who absolutely got in no trouble despite often being mocked by his peers. This did not mean that his free hours were filled with studying and do gooding. No, teenage Vincent busied himself with less noble pursuits. Loud music his parents would highly disapprove of, attending underground raves, even having a few visits to catacomb parties where he certainly was not drinking underage. While teenage Vincent wasn’t exactly wild he did adventure. Of course he had to keep his record clean, or at least easily managed, so this is when he mastered the arts of deception and persuasion. The gift of gab was something he may not have been born with but it was certainly something he mastered.

The best time to learn to lie was as a teenager since no one believed you anyways. Vincent quickly learned what appealed to those around him and he started changing himself outwardly as such. Simple clothes were changed for the finest ones he could find that were still modest enough he didn’t look out of place or gaudy. His plain hair was replaced with a well cut and styled look that made him look professional. The gym replaced his studies, not that he need them anyways, and left over hours were turned towards learning how people worked. As he aged out of school and drifted into the military he already was growing a stellar reputation and almost as stellar credentials. This is where he learned he absolutely despised warfare but was quite good with a rifle and was even better at making them.

Adult Vincent was a star soldier but it was just a means to an end. Once he was offered a job that fit his unique skillset he jumped on it. His time in the military was something he seldom spoke about and selectively left out of any documents other than he was the perfect model of a dedicated recruit. How he got the skills that got him into a private company? It was something that would perhaps die with him as would how he encountered Kingdom Corporation and grew to where he was. The space between was both a secret and a blur, little events that he couldn’t forget despite trying as they were the ones that made him the most. By the time he was no longer a young adult and was well into his adulthood he had built himself just short of an empire, the only thing keeping him from that last step being his own goals and desires. Vincent now was Chamber. He was a well trained marksmen who was reliable and well dressed and had a personality to match. There was not a single smudge in his record. Chamber was perfect as he should be. It was the well polished dents in this armor that caused Vincent some grief. It was like a stubborn splinter stuck under your nail. No matter how sure you were that you had gotten it, it still felt like it was there. There was little out of sight out of mind, the balance between forgotten and suppressed so delicate one wrong sway and something unsavory cropped up. Avoiding to many reminders was how he kept his image as perfect as it was, having one live just a room over caused tension he didn’t need.

Chamber had nothing against Clove. They had just brought a bit of disruption he had yet to adjust to. Chamber would adjust, he knew he would, he always did. But the time between would be one that displeased him at the least.

Nearly finishing the trek to his room to drop off his weapon he passed by the new agents door. Not a sound flooded out, a smile found his face, maybe a bit too soon. All he got as warning was a flurry of giggles before something hard and pointed landed itself in his back. Turning almost inhumanly fast there was a loud riiiip. The offender was the newest agent and their crime was ripping the outer layer of his vest. Clove had tripped, again, and collided with Chamber, again, only this time there was more collateral than before. One of their horns had gotten caught in his vest and ripped a sizable tear across it. By his estimate the damage was at least an inch if not more but it only punctured the out most layer of fabric. Looking more at the offender he realized a certain gelatinous creature at their feet.“Hello Wingman, may I ask where you owner is?” Chamber entirely ignored Clove, the agent standing just outside of his vision as he was now turned fully turned around. staring down at the creature. Wingman didn’t have much issues with Chamber while either Dizzy or Thrash did, he couldn’t remember which it was just that they didn’t really like. It was like having a toddler only Wingman was optionally sticky and understood a little bit better. All Chamber got in response was a chitter and a point down the hall. Looking over he saw a jogging Gekko who seemed both anxious and embarrassed, his red face clearly visible. “Ah, there you are Gekko. I believe your ‘little buddy’ was up to mischief again.”“I am SO sorry Chamber, he’s just really excited we have someone new around and wanted to say hello.” Gekko gave his familiar boyish half crooked smile. After the initial chaos that was his joining Gekko had grown on Chamber much like he imagined a nephew would, not that he would know as he was an only child. “He didn’t get into anything did he? and he didn’t bite you Clove? He’s gotten super bad at giving unwanted noms, he got Reyna last week.” Clove shook their head, a slight red tint on their face as well although it was almost unnoticeable due to their make up. “Wee yin was just racing me down the hall, I caused more damage than he did ‘m afraid.” Motioning to Chamber he turned just enough so Gekko could see the tear in his vest, Clove wincing at the damage. “Damn! We’ve got to get you those pool noodles they put on goats or maybe marshmallows or something.” Gekko broke any tension excellently, Clove visibly relaxing at the jest.

Chamber gave his usual welcoming smile, a small laugh falling out of his mouth as he spoke. “It is alright, truly, I have more than one vest and it should be a simple fix regardless. Even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t have you freighting over me, it was an accident after all.” The tear did actually annoy him slightly but it was an inconvenience he could deal with. Most more brutal missions had him replacing entire suits so a small tear was ultimately nothing.“See! This is why Chamber’s cool! Dude’s got chill for days.” Scooping up Wingman onto his shoulder Gekko waved a farewell. “I’ll try to keep Wings under control or at least see if we can set up a play room or something to get his energy out, later!”

Clove and Chamber remained silent as Gekko faded from view, disappearing as he talked to Wingman in spanish. Just as Chamber was going to make his escape to the sweet bliss that was his room the horned agent blocked his path.“I’m sorry, even if it is small I should have watched myself.” Their voice was level but genuine as far as he could tell. “Don’t worry, other agents have done much worse and I do wear these clothes to battlefields so it’s only expected I’d have to mend or replace them.” Chamber made an attempt to step around them which they only blocked, hands fidgeting at their sides.“What’s in the box?”“A custom make carbon fiber cased Marshall,” Chamber said is almost as if it was scripted. He was used to people asking about his ‘toys’ as some of the agents would put it less eloquently so he was nearly always well equipped to give details about them.

“Can I see it?”“I apologize but no,” A flattered smile found his face but it was just a guise. He so deeply wanted out of this conversation and back to his own bed, he had also had this conversation at least ten different times with the dualists when ever he brought out a new gun. “If you’d like to see or handle it then you’d have to catch me when I’m in the range, otherwise I’m under strict orders to not remove them from their cases outside of the range or my workshop.” This bit was true. Viper, Sage, and Brimstone had all made him agree they’d only ever be taken out in the range, his workshop, or the privacy of his own room. It was a safety measure and he understood the want for weapons to stay put safely away unless absolutely needed, he had been a soldier after all and was still a marksmen. Clove bounced on their feet, face lighting up with an expression he couldn’t quite read. “Ok! Gotcha!” and with that they were off yet again, gone from his sight and his mind. At least he could always expect the other agents to be somewhat in awe of his skills as well as work, at least the less technical ones anyways. It wasn’t everyday you met a more than expensive weapons designer but is also wasn’t everyday you met a woman who could see your fears or one who could summons animals from thin air. Valorant was a marvel when it came to who called it home, no two people were the same and everyone had their own talents and faults. Everyone had something that could be useful or desired in some way, but they all also had some sort of baggage that had brought them here. Fade was a criminal, Gekko had stolen experiments, Viper had a past she never spoke of but often snarled at the mention of. They all had their problems and their gifts, it was a treasure trove for a business man like Chamber. Of course at his core he did want to become at least friendly with these people that were both his coworkers and housemates. But there was also the fact he did have his own goals, his own wants and desires that may or may not align with what the Protocol wanted. He held these above all else and would do anything to ensure both their completion and success. Being around the other agents gave him the opportunity for connection, the opportunity for resources he wouldn’t other wise be able to acquire. In his mind that was more valuable and useful than any friend he could possibly make.

Settling into his room, Chamber undressed and placed on much comfier clothes. It wasn’t incredibly late but he did turn in earlier than some agents. Laying in bed reading or checking his phone would be enough of a time waster between now and his usual sleeping period that it wouldn’t truly be a waste. Laying down he enjoyed the bliss that was the silence brought on by other agents being more social at this hour and lost himself in his reading until he ultimately fell asleep.

Chamber X Clove pt 1.

fuck it we ball Pt 1: Here Pt 2: Ongoing ___________________________

How many times had they dangled between the thin membrane that was the line between life and death? It seemed endless. The space between wasn’t cold or scary, it was rather welcoming and warm. A stereo gram of each significant moment in their life that played for them just when death was trying to catch them. The sad and happy creating the perfect storybook as they skipped along. But a breath in the world of the living was a lifetime at the boundary. It was exhilarating but it had it’s costs. When death no longer mattered you lived recklessly, carelessly. Each moment with someone felt near meaningless at times. If you could just relive it, why focus on the details in the moment? Why care what someone thought or how you presented? To say it made interactions shallow was an understatement. There was also the looming threat of out living everyone you’d ever know, never knowing when you’d truly die and would finally fall over the edge.

Maybe this was all why Clove had been so willing to throw themselves in the line of fire. To throw their life away for another that just so happened to lead them to a new group of faces who needed their burden as if it was a gift. Their joy was infectious. Their vibrancy for life seemed to be appreciated here more than it ever had. So Clove had started calling Valorant and it’s collection of misfits home. Everything was so exciting to them, even the current task of moving their scarce collection of possessions into their room. Everyone was also exciting and very friendly, even the scarier agents like Fade and Reyna. They’d even embrace Clove’s love of dungeons and dragons, some of the others even being into it themselves. Of course some of the agents were also less exciting. Cypher acted all goofy and friendly but didn’t talk about himself or understand the ‘youths’ well. Sova was super friendly but also super super stuffy sometimes but not nearly as stuffy as Viper. Chamber was the definition of a suit, a corporate jack off that in another life would call the polis on them for trespassing on what was clearly public property. But something that couldn’t be sneered at was just how diverse and colorful everyone here was. Clove loved it and couldn’t wait to get to know everyone more.

As the little butterfly fluttered down the hallway from their still not fully unpacked room and to the cafeteria slash dining room slash they didn’t know what everyone actually called it but Sage said it was were they ate, they were entirely lost in their own head. As such it was a surprise when they nearly tripped over another human, only staying upright due to the size of them compared to Clove. Ugly tie, weird buttons, Chamber! Chamber had smacked into them and acted as a sort of wall to stop their descent to the freshly waxed ground. “Ayeeeee,” Clove hissed out similarly to when one would touch a hot pan. " Sorry, too excited over some grub, thank you for graciously stopping my descent!” And without even waiting for Chamber’s response they were off once again.

Chamber was far too used to the new hyper agents that called the protocol home. Gekko was more than enough on most days, Iso was getting there, and Phoenix had been there since he’d joined. The sniper wasn’t exactly opposed to those of more ‘active’ nature than his own, but it was very unpredictable which meant it required extra thinking. Chamber was a master of thinking on his feet, expecting the unexpected, but when it was a loud chattery ball of energy in his face that was a different story. He could talk his way around them but they frequently backed him into a corner both verbally and literally. Jett was one that loved nothing more than to catch him just when he was leaving the workshop, trapping him at the dead end that was the engineering wings hallway. One day it was asking him what he was doing, another it was pestering him to cook for her, one time she had even made him fix a hole in her hoodie, absolutely refusing to let him go to bed without doing so at the threat of tears. The other agents pestering didn’t annoy him, but it did inconvenience him more often than not. With each new addition was another new impression and the chance to make a valuable connection, but with how broad Valorants recruitment standards were it made it hard to prepare for new additions in his routine.

The newest agent, as far as he was aware with their brief mission together, was another such up beat individual. The one thing that set the vibrant agent apart was that, despite lacking combat experience, they seemed to throw caution to the wind. Chamber absolutely avoided getting shot, even with people like Sage or Skye around, but Clove seemed to consider it an inevitability, something that was going to happen so it might as well happen now. Every shot, be it from him or at him, mattered for Chamber but Clove? Clove could miss every shot and would be just as happy as they were when they were talking Gekko’s ear off. It made sense why they were placed on a team with Chamber, but it was also a liability he still needed to adjust to.

Chamber was rarely the head of missions, Viper didn’t trust him enough, so when ever he did get the honor of doing so he knew it was testing something or someone. He was strategic, calculated, had years of experience in the field, and that unfortunately made him perfect to get stuck with inexperienced new recruits. Deadlock had been an absolute treat to work with and to help get up to speed. The woman had even gone through the proper route to request a custom weapon from him, something he was more than happy to accommodate given her attitude as well as honesty. If only more newbies could be like her and less like the chaos that was at least half of the Protocol.When Clove had thrown them self in front of his scope and in the way of a waiting bullet with a smile it had shocked him. When Clove had come crashing into him on his was back to his room it had not. Little horns almost jabbed his chest as they ran into him with a dull thud. Bright blue eyes shinned up at him with a goofy smile that could put Raze to shame before buzzing off just as quickly as they had collided. Chamber could only shake his head and sigh, adjusting his tie as he continued on his way. What was a tiny annoyance was that the new agents kept being placed closer and closer to his own dwelling. When he joined everyone was somewhat spaced out but had agents with similar jobs clustered in the same general area. Four doors down was Killjoy, at the very front of the hall was Sage, Cypher lived in his office but Chamber was sure his room was nestled some where, and Deadlocks room was mirroring Killjoys. Chamber was blissfully shoved at the end of the hall in a slightly larger than normal room per his request to accommodate his various tools and equipment. When Gekko arrived he was placed originally only two rooms away from Chamber but was moved else where when his ‘little buddies’ started trying to chew through walls and invade the vacant rooms. Clove had been placed with a mere one room buffer between them and Chamber. Chamber valued his peace when he could get it and by the day that seemed less and less likely to ever happen again. Clove had been loud when they moved in, they were loud when they moved about, it nearly made him miss when Raze would sneak to Killjoy’s room at the odd hours of the morning. Of course any of his complaints could and would be written off due to Clove still settling in and Chamber being, well, Chamber.

Entering his room Chamber was met with blissful silence. First off was his tie and then vest, not fully changing into his lounge wear but still freeing himself some so he could relax. It was only noon so he was sure the bundle of energy that was their newest agent would be back sooner than later which meant a nap was off the table. He could read or he could throw relaxing out the window and instead go to the firing range, maybe he could even reserve one of the baths for a soak and stew. As his mind considered the options he had drifted off which only allowed his previous worries to come to fruition. With a loud whistle and a bang of something falling over, Clove made their way back to their room the automatic door muffling the sound of a slew of curses none of which he understood but that the tone conveyed was something said in rage.

With his too short nap cut even more short Chamber decided the firing range would be his best bet to both waste time and let off steam. Placing his vest back on as well as his tie he grabbed the weapon case that was mounted on his wall, slinging it over his shoulder as he left his room. Passing Cloves door he heard their music bleeding through into the hall, it only encouraging him to walk faster as he started to realize he recognized it a bit too well for his liking.

#valorant #chamber valorant #clove valorant #valorant fanfiction #chamber x clove

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Chamber X Clove pt 1.

fuck it we ball Pt 1: Here Pt 2: There Ongoing ___________________________

How many times had they dangled between the thin membrane that was the line between life and death? It seemed endless. The space between wasn’t cold or scary, it was rather welcoming and warm. A stereo gram of each significant moment in their life that played for them just when death was trying to catch them. The sad and happy creating the perfect storybook as they skipped along. But a breath in the world of the living was a lifetime at the boundary. It was exhilarating but it had it’s costs. When death no longer mattered you lived recklessly, carelessly. Each moment with someone felt near meaningless at times. If you could just relive it, why focus on the details in the moment? Why care what someone thought or how you presented? To say it made interactions shallow was an understatement. There was also the looming threat of out living everyone you’d ever know, never knowing when you’d truly die and would finally fall over the edge.

Maybe this was all why Clove had been so willing to throw themselves in the line of fire. To throw their life away for another that just so happened to lead them to a new group of faces who needed their burden as if it was a gift. Their joy was infectious. Their vibrancy for life seemed to be appreciated here more than it ever had. So Clove had started calling Valorant and it’s collection of misfits home. Everything was so exciting to them, even the current task of moving their scarce collection of possessions into their room. Everyone was also exciting and very friendly, even the scarier agents like Fade and Reyna. They’d even embrace Clove’s love of dungeons and dragons, some of the others even being into it themselves. Of course some of the agents were also less exciting. Cypher acted all goofy and friendly but didn’t talk about himself or understand the ‘youths’ well. Sova was super friendly but also super super stuffy sometimes but not nearly as stuffy as Viper. Chamber was the definition of a suit, a corporate jack off that in another life would call the polis on them for trespassing on what was clearly public property. But something that couldn’t be sneered at was just how diverse and colorful everyone here was. Clove loved it and couldn’t wait to get to know everyone more.

As the little butterfly fluttered down the hallway from their still not fully unpacked room and to the cafeteria slash dining room slash they didn’t know what everyone actually called it but Sage said it was were they ate, they were entirely lost in their own head. As such it was a surprise when they nearly tripped over another human, only staying upright due to the size of them compared to Clove. Ugly tie, weird buttons, Chamber! Chamber had smacked into them and acted as a sort of wall to stop their descent to the freshly waxed ground. “Ayeeeee,” Clove hissed out similarly to when one would touch a hot pan. " Sorry, too excited over some grub, thank you for graciously stopping my descent!” And without even waiting for Chamber’s response they were off once again.

Chamber was far too used to the new hyper agents that called the protocol home. Gekko was more than enough on most days, Iso was getting there, and Phoenix had been there since he’d joined. The sniper wasn’t exactly opposed to those of more ‘active’ nature than his own, but it was very unpredictable which meant it required extra thinking. Chamber was a master of thinking on his feet, expecting the unexpected, but when it was a loud chattery ball of energy in his face that was a different story. He could talk his way around them but they frequently backed him into a corner both verbally and literally. Jett was one that loved nothing more than to catch him just when he was leaving the workshop, trapping him at the dead end that was the engineering wings hallway. One day it was asking him what he was doing, another it was pestering him to cook for her, one time she had even made him fix a hole in her hoodie, absolutely refusing to let him go to bed without doing so at the threat of tears. The other agents pestering didn’t annoy him, but it did inconvenience him more often than not. With each new addition was another new impression and the chance to make a valuable connection, but with how broad Valorants recruitment standards were it made it hard to prepare for new additions in his routine.

The newest agent, as far as he was aware with their brief mission together, was another such up beat individual. The one thing that set the vibrant agent apart was that, despite lacking combat experience, they seemed to throw caution to the wind. Chamber absolutely avoided getting shot, even with people like Sage or Skye around, but Clove seemed to consider it an inevitability, something that was going to happen so it might as well happen now. Every shot, be it from him or at him, mattered for Chamber but Clove? Clove could miss every shot and would be just as happy as they were when they were talking Gekko’s ear off. It made sense why they were placed on a team with Chamber, but it was also a liability he still needed to adjust to.

Chamber was rarely the head of missions, Viper didn’t trust him enough, so when ever he did get the honor of doing so he knew it was testing something or someone. He was strategic, calculated, had years of experience in the field, and that unfortunately made him perfect to get stuck with inexperienced new recruits. Deadlock had been an absolute treat to work with and to help get up to speed. The woman had even gone through the proper route to request a custom weapon from him, something he was more than happy to accommodate given her attitude as well as honesty. If only more newbies could be like her and less like the chaos that was at least half of the Protocol.When Clove had thrown them self in front of his scope and in the way of a waiting bullet with a smile it had shocked him. When Clove had come crashing into him on his was back to his room it had not. Little horns almost jabbed his chest as they ran into him with a dull thud. Bright blue eyes shinned up at him with a goofy smile that could put Raze to shame before buzzing off just as quickly as they had collided. Chamber could only shake his head and sigh, adjusting his tie as he continued on his way. What was a tiny annoyance was that the new agents kept being placed closer and closer to his own dwelling. When he joined everyone was somewhat spaced out but had agents with similar jobs clustered in the same general area. Four doors down was Killjoy, at the very front of the hall was Sage, Cypher lived in his office but Chamber was sure his room was nestled some where, and Deadlocks room was mirroring Killjoys. Chamber was blissfully shoved at the end of the hall in a slightly larger than normal room per his request to accommodate his various tools and equipment. When Gekko arrived he was placed originally only two rooms away from Chamber but was moved else where when his ‘little buddies’ started trying to chew through walls and invade the vacant rooms. Clove had been placed with a mere one room buffer between them and Chamber. Chamber valued his peace when he could get it and by the day that seemed less and less likely to ever happen again. Clove had been loud when they moved in, they were loud when they moved about, it nearly made him miss when Raze would sneak to Killjoy’s room at the odd hours of the morning. Of course any of his complaints could and would be written off due to Clove still settling in and Chamber being, well, Chamber.

Entering his room Chamber was met with blissful silence. First off was his tie and then vest, not fully changing into his lounge wear but still freeing himself some so he could relax. It was only noon so he was sure the bundle of energy that was their newest agent would be back sooner than later which meant a nap was off the table. He could read or he could throw relaxing out the window and instead go to the firing range, maybe he could even reserve one of the baths for a soak and stew. As his mind considered the options he had drifted off which only allowed his previous worries to come to fruition. With a loud whistle and a bang of something falling over, Clove made their way back to their room the automatic door muffling the sound of a slew of curses none of which he understood but that the tone conveyed was something said in rage.

With his too short nap cut even more short Chamber decided the firing range would be his best bet to both waste time and let off steam. Placing his vest back on as well as his tie he grabbed the weapon case that was mounted on his wall, slinging it over his shoulder as he left his room. Passing Cloves door he heard their music bleeding through into the hall, it only encouraging him to walk faster as he started to realize he recognized it a bit too well for his liking.

#valorant #chamber valorant #clove valorant #valorant fanfiction #chamber x clove

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Fuck Matt Mullenweg. All my friends hate Matt Mullenweg

#writer post #fuck you matt #Tumblr #196 #r/196 #transgender #trans #this will effect the trout population #transfem

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I come off hiatus to push an agenda and that is: Read Legend born by Tracy Deon. Its the YA book so many people need and so many people deserve. A beautiful take of the tale of Arthur in a modern day setting touching on racism as well as the strength it takes to be the first and the weight that comes with having a voice.

Also its like the only media that does a love triangle well IMO.

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I come off hiatus to push an agenda and that is: Read Legend born by Tracy Deon. Its the YA book so many people need and so many people deserve. A beautiful take of the tale of Arthur in a modern day setting touching on racism as well as the strength it takes to be the first and the weight that comes with having a voice.

Also its like the only media that does a love triangle well IMO.

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I come off hiatus to push an agenda and that is: Read Legend born by Tracy Deon. Its the YA book so many people need and so many people deserve. A beautiful take of the tale of Arthur in a modern day setting touching on racism as well as the strength it takes to be the first and the weight that comes with having a voice.

Also its like the only media that does a love triangle well IMO.

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I come off hiatus to push an agenda and that is: Read Legend born by Tracy Deon. Its the YA book so many people need and so many people deserve. A beautiful take of the tale of Arthur in a modern day setting touching on racism as well as the strength it takes to be the first and the weight that comes with having a voice.

Also its like the only media that does a love triangle well IMO.

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I come off hiatus to push an agenda and that is: Read Legend born by Tracy Deon. Its the YA book so many people need and so many people deserve. A beautiful take of the tale of Arthur in a modern day setting touching on racism as well as the strength it takes to be the first and the weight that comes with having a voice.

Also its like the only media that does a love triangle well IMO.

#legendborn #bookblr #valorant #writer post #please read it ;_; it legit changed my life #fanfic writing #fanfiction #im just placing tags i normally use so my people see it sorry #valorant x reader

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Announcement for all

Hello! You may have noticed I've been gone for a while and I apologize. Starting today this blog, as well as all my writing, will be on an indefinite hiatus. One day I may return to write for you all once again, but I do not know when that day may be if ever. I appreciate your support and love you've given me. All fics will stay up as I wish for you all to continue to enjoy them. Stay safe, take care, and have a Pepsi.

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Hello!! Could I request omen, skye, yoru or if u want someone else and their reaction if they will find s/o crying? I just need some comfort sorry (

of course!

The walking ghost absolutely does not know what to do at first. He knows you are sad, he can feel that much and understands your demeanor. He tries his best although it is admittedly bad. Moving you to your room using teleportation, getting you set up in bed, stacking any and all plushies he can find around you because one time Neon said plushies make people feel better. He then just sits across from you and watches waiting for you to request something of him or for you to improve. As he witnesses you cry more though he gets better, even asking Sage for help helping someone who is sad.

Skye is a bit rough around the edges but she reacts well. The woman is immediately getting you some where safe, holding your hand and telling you its gonna be okay. Once you calm down a bit she is asking what happened, if she has to kick anyone's ass, if you want her to get anything. Skye is also one of the people who would try to be a bit jovial to help cheer you up. Pulling out her tiger or bird for you to pet or play with, even encouraging the tiger to mimic a dog. Starts cracking jokes about whatever made you cry to take the sting off, "Oh that guy can't even do better if he tried. The mans a walking disaster have you seen how he dresses himself? Looks like his mom just stopped telling him what to wear.". Will physically carry you anywhere you want to go as well, picking you up like a little back pack and calling herself the Skye train as she totes you around the base.

At first Yoru is, of course, Yoru. He asks you rather harshly why you are crying, not realizing the severity of the situation. Once you don't answer and it hits him he is cursing asking who made you cry, outright demanding you tell him so he can handle it. Regardless of what made you cry he is, in his own Yoru way, on it ASAP. Draps his jacket over you without a word. Leaves a little teleport beacon next to wherever you are but just out of reach so you can't hear or see it. Yoru is gone for what seems like almost an hour before he's back, ordering you to follow him or let him carry you. Set up in his room, as he is too cool to ask for you to unlock yours, is a collection of snacks and a movie set up. He plays it off as saying it was already set up and something he was going to do on his own, but you were upset and he had enough snacks to spare it seemed 'nice' to let you join him. If you look hard enough amongst the snacks is a poorly hidden receipt and if you open his closet door there is a mountain of clothes and random shit he had to shove off of his floor to make the room acceptable. But he would never confirm his goal of making you feel better, he's too cool for that.

#valorant x reader #yoru x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #skye x reader #omen x reader

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can we get some bottom! omen and harbor headcanons? thanks in advance, have a good day/night!!

Fuck yeah! NSFW below the cut

Omen is the very definition of flexible when it comes to sex so bottoming isn't a big deal nor is it something he will really fight you on.

Omen would entirely be a service bottom. He is yours to use as you see fit and will take any order you issue without fight nor argument.

Possibly one of the best bottoms out of all the valorant agents just because of his want to please.

given your emotions fuel him he is SO dutiful with how he tends to you. Gets everything just right in the perfect ways and maintains it until you are please and done with him

Habor bottoming is a lot more everything

He is louder, both in just sounds and more clear vocalizations. If you need him to be quiet he can be but he will still be making some sort of noise, just at a whisper volume

Likes to be treated fully as your submissive. You could probably even collar him if you want and he would absolutely fold to being called a good boy

Would maybe be into some light degrading or maybe even full degrading. Call him your bitch and give him a nice lil love tap for talking back and he is living.

would enjoy some masochism and might even goad you to seeing how hard you can hit him because he's just a little shit like that.

is the bottom who shows off absolutely ANY marks you leave on him and would tease you about it outside of sex just to be an ass

#nsfw #valorant headcanons #valorant #valorant harbor headcanons #harbor headcanons #omen headcanon #valorant fanfiction

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Reminder: Your data is safe.

They are basically just spamming the server so much it can’t do anything due to the amount of spam. Opening AO3 does not risk your data, it just might not load due to the amount of pressure the site is under due to the amount of spam. It’s like when there is just a massive puddle and no amount of paper towels will clean it up so they are all soggy and its gross as water keeps coming. The site is the paper towels, the spam is the water.  A ddos attack is to deny users access to a site, service, etc just by overloading the thing it is attacking. Nothing is breached, if anything happens the lovely AO3 people would tell us. do not worry just be patient and calm! Tumblr has some fics, although not as many as ao3 and a bit harder to filter, so just scavenge a bit and you might find something to sate you for the time being. If you are that desperate you can attempt to open your favorite fic and download it but just know that might not work or may take SEVERAL tries. With the amount of spamming going on it wont really make the issue better or worse so don’t worry too much about attempt here or there.

#ao3

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Do you have fadshock works? ❤️

Here is a cute one just for you and all the fadshock lovers! (i think it needs a cuter name but we will work on it!)

The dream seer flicked through her closet frantically, growing more and more irritated as she did so. Blue, blue, pink, more blue. Her closet was absolutely bleeding color and she hated it. While the sudden appearance of color wasn't the initial cause of the anger, it was the fuel that kept it going. What had caused her exactly to be in a state of almost fury? Over half of her wardrobe was missing. In its place sat the signature clothing of a certain agent, one of which was probably also responsible for the missing clothing. Slamming her closet door shut Fade would stomp her way down the hallway to the living lighting bolt's door. Banging on the door she was quickly met with a freshly awoken blue haired fiend dressed in the very thing she was missing. A black hoodie hung over her with a matching pair of black shorts just barely peeking out from under it. The dark colors made her hair pop even more than it normally did with her usual attire, nearly making her look like a blue berry on top of a grape. Fade scoffed as she shoved her way past Neon into the room, the door shutting behind her as the other agent could only rub the sleep out of her eyes. "tang'na (wtf), what do you want?" Neon yawned and stretched fully. Looking at the other woman puzzled as she tore through a messy piles of blankets. Neon made no effort to move, being too sleepy to stop Fade and just barely having the energy to keep her eyes open. "Where are they?" Fade huffed, throwing down Neon's quilt with a thud. "I know you took them, where are they?" "Where is what?" the words fumbled out of her mouth as did another yawn. "Your clothes? Nobya(Sweetie) , calm down I'm wearing them, the rest are in my closet, I washed them." Grabbing both her cheeks in her hands Fade got in Neons face, eyes wide with both annoyance and frustration. "Do not just take my things! Ask!" she said exasperatedly into the others face before letting go. Neon only groaned before dropping herself back onto her bed. "Nobya," the muffled whine cried out from its place on the bed, dragging out the end of the word. "You woke me up, I just got back from a mission dude." Fade pulled up the quilt from the floor, draping it over her partner with a scoff. "You took my clothes, you deserved it." A loud half whine half groan sounded from the bed in response. Plopping down next to the little blue starfish Fade sighed loudly before patting her chest. "Shut up and come here." The moment the permission was given Neon pulled herself up, blanket and all, to her girlfriend's chest. Humming happily Neon drifted off back to sleep while Fade simply stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how many trips she'd have to make to return her closet to normal.

#fadeshock #fade x neon #valorant fanfiction #neon valorant #fade valorant

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Hobie Brown Headcanons

Hobie owns his own flat and lives alone but most of his friends stay for prolonged periods. This has led to him basically having several unofficial roommates. All of his friends also have a key to his flat. 

Like most spider people, at least as far as i'm aware, Hobie did seek higher education however dropped out before he could obtain any degrees. When it comes to what he went to school for I cannot really decide but the possible ones are science related, tech related, or art related.

Hobie can sense vibrations more easily with his webs due to his familiarity with music and talent for it. 

In canon his gwen stacy was a popular musician but tragically died (like most gwen stacys). I feel he has probably gone to plenty of her concerts or even knew her in highschool but never met her one on one and was not a close friend of hers. As such her death didn’t scar him like it does most spider people but rather inspired him to fight harder as well as is what possibly set him on his path more. 

What led to his recruitment into spider society was possibly due to Miguel wanting to keep an eye on him. Hobie can be very unpredictable and is incredibly resourceful which makes him both a great ally and difficult enemy. You would much rather have someone like him on your side at arms length than against you and at your throat. 

Hobie’s aunt may is not his actual aunt but a woman who took him in when he was young. She has no relation to him but is still family to him. Between saving the day and kicking bad guys butts he often crashes at her place when he is too tired to go the whole way home.

The shoes he gave gwen were his when he was younger (there is no way they are the same shoe size). He typically keeps an assortment of old clothes around in case anyone needs something so he has something that might fit. 

From the moment he found out about Miles he was plotting to keep Miguel from manipulating or hurting him. He did the same with Gwen and Pav. 

Hobie is a natural older brother figure. He looks out for the youth as well as his own, doing what ever he deems necessary to keep them either out of harms way or giving them the tools to deal with the harm themselves.  

#atsv hobie #hobie brown headcanons #atsv fanfiction

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i read one of ur fade x fem reader nsfw head cannons before n was obsessed tbh. maybe u could write another w more detail or ideas i would b very intrigued !!!

Absolutely! I also do not remember what i wrote on that nor can i find it (i tried to organize this blog months ago and ended up working for three hours that resulted to nothing so) NSFW Below the cut per usual

When it comes to sexual thing Fade can be a tiny bit lazy. She is a fan of basically anything that keeps her from having to do a lot of work or that lets her multitask.

As such she heavily endorses using toys, specifically ones she can control or set up on you.

Fade is here to please and does not really care about her own pleasure. If it makes you happy to fuck her then she will allow you so long as she is up for it.

She is also very very bitchy during sex. She will sometimes pick on you or groan after any request you make while still doing it.

Fade is either a service bottom or a very relaxed top. Doing what she can to get you off to your tastes while also being in control or at least somewhat being utilized. If you are having a lazy day and want to get off but don't have the energy she is more than happy to do it for you

Incredibly casual about sex. Does not have a sexy mode and just acts as if it was any other activity.

Will dirty talk if asked but it borderline sounds like threats. Her voice tone and lack of enthusiasm can be hot but also sometimes it sounds like she is instead going to gut you rather than fuck you.

She spends at least 20 minutes taking her piercings off before intense sex because she is terrified of getting stuck to the bed or getting her hair stick in them.

#valorant headcanons #valorant #valorant fanfiction #fade headcanons #nsfw

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To all the people from AO3

Hello friends!

#ao3 #valorant fanfiction

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Sapphic Deadlock X fem!Reader for you all that was too long for tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48170347/chapters/121473343

#valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #deadlock x reader #deadlock valorant