Yours_Truly_Nameless
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do you love the color of the omen by Yours_Truly_Nameless for CleaveTheClover
Fandoms: VALORANT (Video Game)
15 May 2025
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After waking up, Omen started to get ready for the day. He realised his bandages were too worn out and decided to replace them. Cypher helps him, but he's very lovey-dovey with it.
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Omen had gone missing. His agent tracker had been removed and tampered with, his traces were hidden, and for all Protocol knew, he could have been on the other side of the world by now. Maybe worse.
Cypher saw this as a problem. He decided he was going to fix it.
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Amir "I can fix him" El Amari hunts down a not-so-local ghost in Scotland.
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The Honour of Picking Your Wounds by Yours_Truly_Nameless
Fandoms: VALORANT (Video Game)
30 Mar 2025
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It wasn’t quite aftercare for the two, but it was something. Something was always seen better than nothing, even if it hurt more than just laying there.
It started out as a mindless habit of Cypher’s, something he’d do to himself now projected onto Omen. Then it happened after every time.
Now it feels like more than just a habit, especially when Omen allows it so willingly.
Are either happy with this?
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On his file is a note written down by a nameless face for a faceless entity.
"Der Freischütz does not remember anything positive, such as the sparks of love or the joy of doing a good deed. He only reacts to dying things."
So when he gets used to a routine, given Insight work instead of his preference for Repression, he does not say much about it. No, he doesn't complain, nor is he upset. After all, he cannot feel a thing about it.
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Cypher is not a good man. Perhaps he isn't a bad one, but Omen finds wrong in the things he has done and continues to do. He can't stand by after what he witnessed on the latest mission the two were part of. He can't turn a blind eye. Not when the man he respects so much may be worse than he could have ever imagined.
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The price everyone else must pay for Cypher's lament.
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This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic email windows on AO3 without the need to use images.
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Bookmarked by Yours_Truly_Nameless
28 Apr 2025
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Omen asks to meet with Cypher in the middle of the night. The circumstances leading up to this point are concerning. Cypher doesn't think that anything could have prepared himself for this moment.
Bookmarked by Yours_Truly_Nameless
23 Mar 2025
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‘Wait for me my love, Edinburgh is not far.’
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Alone at the edge of a Universe humming a tune by ShimadaGenji
Fandoms: VALORANT (Video Game)
28 Aug 2022
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Cypher is hired to look into a secret project that was completely wiped from existence in only three years. To be able to have more ammunition against Kingdom is more than enough motivation to keep him interested in it, but the one hiring him is none other than fellow agent Omen. After some time there's no denying that there's a lot of bad blood between the mysterious man and whatever this secret project Kingdom had was.
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AKA My take on Omen's past and present with a pinch of my take on Cypher himself with some pain and shipping mixed in between.Series
- Part 1 of Dream Sweet
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How does one start life over? For what does one start life over?
Omen never thought it possible to appreciate life, but it seems Cypher is intent on making him do it. He’s convincing like that.Series
- Part 2 of Dream Sweet
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There’s a firm hand on his shoulder and Omen tilts his head to the side imploringly. “I need to assess your injuries,” he says, voice low over the quiet rustling of leaves.
Cypher’s head throbs dully, his sight blurring as dark spots flicker before his eyes. Omen dares to wait only a moment longer before he begins reaching for the mask, gloved hands sliding over the hard material and moving towards the back.
The words settle in, finally, and Cypher pushes past the pain in his arm enough to raise his gun. It points straight at the Radiant’s head. Omen instantly goes still.
“Don’t,” he rasps.
A warning, not a plea.
(The path to trust is a long and winding road.)