Seraphine

Thank you dear! And thank you for ur patience 💖

Omen:

This isnt... happening, right?

You're not the one who's supposed to die.

Thats not how it goes.

That's... thats not...

When he sees your body, he sort of shuts down for a minute. Fades into his light, blurring, becoming a mess of smoke.

The scream he emits can be heard across the map, sending chills into the spines of each and every enemy.

Someone will have to move your body for Sage to resurrect later. Hes going on a rampage.

He will take the life of anyone and everyone who dares to get in his way. Ruthlessly. He'll pull out his knife and tear out peoples' hearts if he wants. Fuck it, you were his light.

You were his everything. And they took it from him.

If you can't be resurrected, he completely decompresses. An amorphous blob of smoke and light, impossible to pull back together.

If you are resurrected, he's even clingier than before. He won't let you out of his sight.

Yoru

His mood plummets in a second. Like, a second.

Thats not you. That body....

Yoru doesn't scream like Omen. He doesnt rage. It instead curls inside him. Rips at his very core.

He moves your body carefully out of sight so he can bring it back for Sage. If you can't be resurrected, he doesn't talk to anyone for a very long time. Silent, drifting between the rift and reality.

He too goes on a rampage. Maybe not so brutal as Omen, but more bodies.

HOLY SHIT

THEM

Sorry how late this is!

Yoru is a physical affection/words of affirmation kind of lover. He's always hanging on you, his chin tucked over your shoulder and eyes fixed on what you're doing.

Loves having you sit straddled on his lap. Nothing compares

Yoru is a petty little drama queen who loves riling you up. If he goes too far though, he'll struggle with getting a proper apology out.

Hes super prideful. It can get really annoying but he'll learn how to apologize properly.

If you want to, he'll take you into the parallel dimension. Just once or twice, but if you let go of him, you're gone. Yoru won't admit it but that terrifies him

Yoru is a horrible cook. But the two dishes he can make well, he makes well.

He will pick you up and move you away from your stuff if you are working too long and too late

If only one number for each agent then slow dance please. Thank you

Yoru – Slow Dance, Sunset

The sun was going down, washing your apartment with golden hues. It was perfect timing. “Get up! Dance with me!” you nudged the man with your foot. He remained in place, lying on the couch, reading something on his phone.

“I don’t want to dance.” said Yoru, barely giving you a glance.

There were times you wondered how you started dating such a stubborn man. Simple things like dancing and choosing where to eat for dinner were sometimes difficult to get through.

Other times, the riftwalker would take you by the hand and show you sights of the world, or share music that he deeply connected with, and it reminded you while you loved him.

You set your own phone down and went to lay on top of him, hearing a small ‘mmph’ as you did so.

“Now what are you up to?” Yoru asked.

[enjoy! cocky x shy is one fo my favourite dynamics LOL- cheesy]

Yoru can be a bit rough around the edges, and it translates to when he speaks to you, and touches you. But since you’re so shy and cute, he tries his best to tone it down. He’d hate to hurt you. His cockiness is toned down, as is his rough demeanour.

In public, he’ll take you by the shoulder, waist, or wrist, so other people know who you’re dating. Not in a posessive way, but more so creeps won’t come to bother you and take advantage of your shyness.

You two look so [awkward] together. Yoru looking like the schoolyard bully, and you, shoulders tucked in, hands together. It’s pretty funny. Sometimes, grandpas or older women come up to the two of you and ask if Yoru is bothering you. It takes a bit of convincing (and telling Yoru to quiet down when he gets annoyed about it), but the other people somewhat understand after. They’re still confused though.

Yoru is a PDA kind of person. No, he doesn’t like to just smooch you or hug you in public. He’s more of a, ‘hey, let’s make out in that alley over there’ kind of guy. Of course, he’ll make sure you’re comfortable first. He won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Also, he kabe-dons. He absolutely kabe-dons you in public.

Yoru intentionally teases you so he can see you all flustered. He thinks it’s super cute. Especially when you bury your face in his chest or neck after a playful comment.

Flirts with you in Japanese. You may not understand it, but the fact that his tone and his raised eyebrow look like that makes you think otherwise. If you don’t understand it, good. He can get wild with his comments. If you do, oh boy. Yoru’s gonna get so embarrassed!! He won’t live it down, especially if you gain the courage to say them back to him. He’ll realize how cringey they sound. It won’t stop him from doing it though.

Sova: Wait, when did it happen?

Viper: What?

Sova: When did you get a heart?

As long as she remember, Y/N and Phoenix like two beans in the pod. Their families are closed for a long time and hey grew up together. Once Phoenix powers manifested he scared for scaring Y/N away, but she just hugged him.

“Its okay, i know you not gonna hurt me.”

Her words calmed his racing heart and that was the moment where the immortal bird find his mate.

As soon they start dating Phoenix got every moment to make his girlfriend feel special.  Boring office day? Lets make a party! Just dont let Raze got her bombs and Breach his drink. Feel lazy? Time to get smoochy :3. Rainy day? Despite how he hate it (for obvious reasons) he loved to watch his beloved dancing in it, and later when she catch cold, he was the perfect heater for her. 

Sometimes Y/N felt, she not deserve Phoenix love and some venomous tongue constantly bragged her mind about this. 

Until she beat them up for good. 

After Brimstone long lecturing about “how-to-not-throw-your-coworkers-out-window” she was find herself in Phoenix arm’s very fast.

He didn’t want to show in public, but he was very proud of her. If he do, he also surely enrolled to  a long speech with the old man.

“they surely learned to not mess around my man”. Phoenix just let out a hearty laugh and kissed Y/N.

[a/n: that i do! and, i am so sorry how late this is. read new years and you can get a grasp of the time this took.. i hope u enjoy regardless!]

• there is a special fireworks showing at valorant headquarters every new years, where the agents will gather to see - courtesy of raze herself! simply a short-lived moment of peace for most, as many are assigned to missions the very day after. you and cypher are watching from a window, his hand wrapped around your shoulder, the distant booms and splashes of color in the air illuminating him and his lover.

• its perfect. far, far away from anyone else, with just him and his dearest y/n. looking at the fireworks from your eyes, he couldn't help but press a kiss to your temple. there was no better moment to show his love for you. "cypher? what's wrong?" images of you, dead on the battlefield, flashed before his eyes. and with the next clap of gunpowder, he promised himself that he wouldn't ever lose you - he couldn't feel that pain again.

• "it's nothing, y/n." by now, his face is tucked into your shoulder, feeling your hand slowly pat his back. "you don't have to lie, you know." his hands clutched the fabric of your shirt, blue lights beaming from his eyes flickering. " . . . i love you, cypher."

• "as do i, my love."

• anyways! another new years night, he's reserved a personal showing of fireworks. just you two, with not a single soul disturbing you two (well, raze gets the message.) his hands run through your hair, feeling your head slowly lean onto his shoulder. every new years was another treasured moment with you, ones unforgettable. " . . . oh my god. they're so cute." god fucking damnit. i thought you were an assassin.

• cypher's fist is trembling with pure, unrivaled hatred as jett's hushed voice emerges from who knows where. "shhhhh!" it doesn't matter who that one belongs to, turning over his shoulder just about ready to kill a man. jett, almost obvious among the walls of headquarters, flinches as his eyes meet hers. anyone could feel the contempt in that gaze, before the girl is pulled through the doors by an anonymous hand.