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ever since we met, i only shoot up with your perfume. by transfemsova
Fandoms: VALORANT (Video Game)
21 Mar 2025
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To be human is to search, for love, for sanity and a sense of realism.
And right now, as a human searching for his sanity again, Sova was tired.
Days of nightmares pricked his subconscious to be startled, always alert. Night terrors and hallucinations make his time for sleep slowly but surely shorter, and his days longer. So bad that Sage had to place him on leave and none of the other agents know why.
Besides Cypher, of course.
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whatever words i say, i will always love you by transfemsova
Fandoms: VALORANT (Video Game)
24 Mar 2024
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“You can… Do you want to stay with me?"
but it was only muttered softly, reaching a hand to rub his tired, real eye, tears still escaping his eyelids as he avoided eye contact. Cypher would tense up at the sudden request, catching him off guard. He looked at the door to his bedroom, then at Sova, lying in his bed, and his heart swelled at the soft look Sova connected his eyes to give him.
Maybe he could get used to Sova being nicer to him, with that pouting face looking at him.
"You look like a pouting puppy, you know that dear hunter?" He'd chuckle, and Sova's face flushed red at the comment.
"On second thought you can sleep on the floor." He joked, turning over with a faux huff, and a chuckle. Cypher would put a hand on his chest in playful offense,
“Ah! How rude! I thought you were coming around!”
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- Part 1 of you, strange as angels
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The morning peaked through the curtain’s cracks, shining on Sova’s face. The sunlight was a signal to Sova’s conscience to wake up. She turned in her bed to grab the communicator on her night stand, which was laced with trinkets, necklaces, some bracelets, basic things she took on and off at the end of the night. The communicator flashed on, showing a picture of her, Omen, and Cypher. It was one of her favorite pictures, it was taken on the new year, by Killjoy. The engineer did not tell the throuple about the photo until the next morning, but Sova had asked her to send it to her. She loved the photo, Cypher kissing her left cheek, a mask covering his lips, whilst Omen’s face flared at her right, resembling a kiss similar to Cypher’s. She loved both of the men all the same, their untraditional kisses alike and comforting as if they were still skin touching her cheeks.
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"And I can't see, from the backseats
So I'm asking from above
Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?"Series
- Part 1 of cysomen my lauves
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A slight push on the door was felt, he was about to knock again and a hand was met with a face. The man had a mask of sorts on, he had a headpiece connected to the mask, it was interesting, almost alien-like. Nothing he ever saw back home. “Ah, The psychology departments’ professor? In my library?” A hearty laugh was heard escaping the man’s throat at his small joke.
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"Andrew follow me!" Joker spoke, dragging the man by his hand. "I have this one place in the garden near the back, it has pretty flowers and, gosh! You'll love it." To the gravekeeper, he seemed so little interested in him, so infatuated in the manor's beauty despite its... Deadly elements. But to the clown, his infatuation lay in making the pale man happy, showing him there was more than outside of the cemetery he once resided, more than the death game they had to participate in. There was so much more, and he wanted to show him all of it.
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Sova learns that Cypher is his soulmate. Cypher doesn't know Sova is his soulmate, and he unknowingly rejected him.
Knowing the spy's past and his feelings towards his unkmown soulmate, Sova accepts his fate and lets the universe do its thing. He takes on the illness that was brought down to him, the rejection from his soulmate, and the conflicting emotions that followed it. But he did gain Cypher as a friend, and as long as he’d stick by his side, he'd die happy.
And the two did stick together, until death would do them part.
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28 Jan 2024