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Hey! Could I request some hcs on how omen and/or sova would try to hint to their crush? x reader please, thanks!

To be completely honest anon, this one ran away from me a little! I feel like both Omen and Sova would be kinda bad at projecting their feelings in the first instance, so this got a little free form like a scenario… Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!

Sova and Omen x Reader: Dropping hints that they have a crush on you

Sova

I’m a smitten, hopeless romantic Sova truther consider yourself warned

This poor man

He caught feelings pretty quickly after meeting you in the protocol. Sova’s a straight shooter in more ways than one, and honesty involves being honest with himself. Doesn’t make it any easier to get through to you

You’re one of those people that shines on and off the battlefield. An expert marksman, you take great pride in your ability to sink shots and do your job

And then outside of missions? A sweet, sweet person who keeps morale high, stays switched on and generally keeps people from getting at each other’s throats

He shoots plenty of compliments your way, as he’d do for any member of the protocol… right?

Though in your case they’re always very observant and thoughtful. Like, he seems to have clicked on the things that make you you, the things that you pride yourself in

Just being nice, right? Nevermind the fact that once you’ve turned away with a quiet smile, the man is gawking at you with warm eyes and a goofy grin that he can never quite keep down

The trouble is, Sova’s raging crush has robbed him of the ability to tell whether you like him or whether you’re just being nice

Anytime you hit him with a ‘Sova, that was an excellent shot’, it’s all he can do to manage out a quick ‘thanks’

In fact, to start with it may even feel like he’s a little aloof when it comes to accepting complements

It really is just cause he’s screaming inside

It’s actually Raze who notices his… conundrum first. She has a great radar for trouble

‘Damn Sova, you always seem so articulate when it comes to other people but you like, choke around them.’

When he stiffens, Raze puts two and two together

‘Ohhhhhhhh, it’s like that, heh. Hey Kikiiiiii-‘

The younger duellists (+Killjoy) have a group chat devoted to getting you two together (actually mostly to get Sova embarrassed cause he’s usually so measured)

This includes but is not limited to:

Always cramming the table so you have to sit next to each other

Spilling drinks on him at said table, inevitably getting you to fuss and clean him up as Sova goes white as a sheet with the close contact

Phoenix holds the record for the closest call- he playfully bumps Sova into you one time and the man is not seen for days, leaving you wondering if it was something you said (it wasn’t)

Eventually Sova’s predicament gets so bad that Raze and Killjoy have to sit him down for an intervention

Killjoy: ‘Sova, you gotta talk to them’

Sova: ‘Who’

Killjoy: ‘You know damn well who’

Sova: ‘What are you suggesting, Killjoy’

Raze: ‘Well not balking at the sight of them for starters. They probably think you hate them

Sova: ‘I will not be accused of treating them with any kind of disregard Raze!’

Raze: ‘Buddy.’

Killjoy: ‘You’re an honest guy, just have an honest conversation.’

Sova: ‘I don’t like this honest conversation’

He makes his exit

While the girls’ words permeate, it takes a good three weeks after that to muster the courage to talk

He catches you in the common area chatting away to Phoenix, and comes right up in front of you

‘May I have a word.’

With the sternness of his request, you’d be forgiven for thinking you were in trouble

Phoenix gives a halfhearted ‘dude, we were in the middle of-‘ until he catches Sova’s intense expression.

‘Ohhhh it’s like that, huh~ I won’t keep you two sweethearts thennnn’

Unbeknownst to you, he shoots Sova an exaggerated wink, which the archer promptly ignores

Finally in a quieter spot, you can only manage out a quick ‘have I fucked up? Am I in trouble with Bri-‘ before Sova draws in a bit closer, slightly breathless

He makes deeeeeep eye contact

‘Listen. I pride myself on honesty, and have failed miserably in this regard.’

‘Sova you’re white as a sheet, what gives? Is everything okay?’

‘Everything is, good. In fact everything is wonderful, better, when you’re around, and I have often wished to see you earlier each morning until later and later each evening. Even when you are not around, I catch myself thinking of you and it brings me,,, no small amount of warmth’

At this point, you’re the one at a loss for words

He continues

‘I cherish and respect you as my ally, friend and equal, and so a single word would see me never utter a word of this again. But should you feel that you would like to, perhaps, grow closer, I offer myself to you as a partner’

It takes a moment to process the uh, formality, of his statement, but eventually it clicks

‘Sova, are you… asking me out?’

‘Yes, and I can see I have overstepped so I will just-‘

You catch his hand as he turns to go

‘Stay, please. Keep talking. I’m in.’

He’s dumbstruck for a second, overwhelmed by your palm pressing into his skin and the big grin splitting across your face

‘That’s a yes, Sova. I like you too, I like you very much’

And that’s how you make the happiest man alive.

Omen (CW: a bit of blood and gore and angst, he’s an edgy mofo)

Omen had completely discounted his capacity for most human emotions.

Spite? Yes, he’s well familiar. He sees it in Viper’s frame, hunched over the workbench early into the next morning.

Bloodlust? It creeps over him the way it flashes across Reyna’s grinning face in the heat of battle, the desire to pull and tear and rend, limb from tendon from rib from organ

Guilt perhaps. After the cruelty of the moment has died down, he sits with an uncomfortable prickle that he’s too proud to address directly

But a fucking crush. Absolutely out of left field, sideswipes him like a truck.

To start with, you’re just another person that’s… around

One with an annoying habit of holding him in focus, asking him questions about his day, his mission. He knows it comes from a place of straightforward compassion, but compassion is just pity and pity reminds him he’s… like this

A small part of him wants to pull closer, but the stronger, reflexive part wants him to run

This is pretty effective most of the time, but coming home from a really tough mission proves the final straw

Seeing the enemy Killjoy’s face, over and over, frozen in shock and fear as he materialises and shreds her with rapid fire. Hearing the enemy Raze scream her name, not ‘Killjoy’, but her real name. Relishing the moment and screaming at himself to stop shooting, stop hurting, hurt them, hurt them

The blue light behind his bandages shudders and writhes, thumping stronger and harsher as a dark growl escapes him

At this point, the protocol have been trained to avoid Omen and give him space. Yoru trails off, and abruptly slinks away from the kitchen. Jett grabs Neon’s arm and pulls her away a little

As it becomes harder and harder to see, Omen resigns himself to losing and succumbs to the whirlwind

And then arms are around him, a chest pressed tightly against his. Body heat and a thumping heart, beating in an altogether too human rhythm

No, this is wrong, this is all wrong

He writhes and tears at his confinement, dragging claws down again and again until he hears a hiss of pain

He draws back and is hit by the full beam of your eyes, flashing with pain and adrenaline but resolute and defiant and,, concerned for him?

You don’t say anything, you just hold his gaze

The thumping is distant now, and he stays there, shoulders heaving, and starting to shake uncontrollably

He’s so caught off guard that all that panic and anger and disgust is drained from him

‘Sorry, Omen. … You just looked like you needed a hug,’ you say simply, and draw back

After that, as cliche as it is, he can’t stop thinking about you

He hovers around the infirmary while Sage treats the deep gashes on your back. He hears you wincing and flinches reflexively, but after a while the resident healer has worked her magic and you’re cleared to leave

Caught in his own thoughts, Omen doesn’t quite manage to slink away before you walk through the sliding door

You fix him with that look. ‘You okay, Omen?’

There’s no malice, no pettiness. Surprisingly no fear. It’s concern in your voice, clear as day.

‘I suppose I am,’ he says, and leaves

Over the next few weeks, he starts finding himself able to hold your stare more and more. Seeing now that the concern, not pity, is genuine, a switch flips, and that flight response he’s so used to indulging is replaced by a desire to get closer, see you more

He skulks and observes, intently watching the way you interact with everyone. The easy smile, the shared chuckle, the way you’re switched on to the other agents’ moods and needs. He sees you hand Yoru a big glass of water when Skye leaves, and easily dance around Reyna as she whirls through the kitchen with single minded focus

And when the prickle spreads across his cheeks and settles across the front of his chest with a warm intensity, and it’s the most human he’s felt in… a good while

He’s not really good at initiating conversation, so his campaign to get closer looks more like presence. He’s just… around more, observing, sitting in the corner, spinning his yarn in public for the first time in a while

He’s actually pretty content with this. Having resigned himself to the fact that you’re a genuinely nice person to everyone, there’s no way he’s a about to endanger this new closeness by pushing for anything more

He ignores the pangs he gets when he thinks about never telling anyone about these feelings. He thinks he does

Eventually, something’s gotta shift, and it does

Late one night, you’re hauled back from a mission, straight to infirmary. Breach calls it a stupid risk, but there’s no real malice in his voice. The fact that he’s standing there to chide you underscores to both of you that it was the right call

You get out in the wee hours of the morning, joints aching and desperate for a glass of water

A quiet flicker movement from the corner catches your eye, and you whirl around with a sharp intake of breath, still very much on edge

Omen, in the process of switching his yarn, pauses when he sees you freeze up. He knows stress well, and he can’t help but feel awful when he sees your frame, usually so confident, shaking ever so slightly in the back light

He can’t help but notice how much smaller you look in this moment

Before he can check his impulses, he gets up and comes over to you. When you make no move to deter him, he steps in and wraps you up in his hulking frame

Initially, he’s worried that you’ve gone into shock. He can feel your heartbeat thumping at worrying speeds, like a rabbit in a trap. He can also feel a panicked pulsing within himself, and if he didn’t know better he’d say he had an alarming heart rate too

Silently kicking himself, he goes to pull away

The gesture is cut short when two arms encircle him and shaky palms press into his back. He hears a quiet ‘…stay, please…’ and the words jab into his ribs. He holds you tighter, avoiding the bandages as best he can

Time goes weird, but eventually he notices your heart rate going down. Caught in the moment and afraid it will end all too soon, he takes a free hand to run through your hair

As he feels you lean into the gesture, he takes a moment to actually look up and hold space with you

You still look haggard, but the jumpiness is gone and you’re managing a smile. He fights every urge he had to close the distance, instead opting to keep eye contact and waiting for your lead

‘Hey, Omen, thanks. And, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to-‘

He’s not having it

‘You looked like you needed the hug,’ he says simply

You take the moment to lean back in against his chest, enjoying the steady beat and letting yourself feel safe, and protected

It’s almost imperceptible, but loud enough that he can clearly make out your quiet ‘always.’

Look, it’s fairly organic from here on out- the two of you don’t really need to state things out loud to feel like things have fundamentally shifted.

You seek each other out regularly, no longer just in moments of extreme vulnerability, but simply because you like being around each other

When you finally close the distance, it’s the most natural thing in the world

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant sova #Sova #Sova x reader #Valorant omen #omen #omen x reader #lozcanons #thank you so much for this request anon #might have gone off brief a little but I was having such a blast writing g this #as a member of omen just needs a good hug club I am fulfilled #mild gore cw

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