#valorant omen

[kaiserouo]

i bet he can run doom

[saltyyuuri]

How valorant agents would react to:

"what was in the box I found on your desk?"

Brimstone: "you didn't look inside it did you?!"

You didn't, thankfully. He was planning on gifting you a simple necklace he found, had a small locket on it with engravings and a picture of you both for your 2 year anniversary.

Phoenix: "Oh shit my new shoes came in??"

Of course he had bought another pair of expensive shoes for his collection, the usual.

Sage: "oh my order of tea :) I got some shipped from china, would you like some?"

She let you taste some of the tea she had ordered in, spending the afternoon in her living quarters, relaxing and chatting over the cup of tea

Sova: "Oh just some charged arrowheads for my shock arrows. You didn't touch them, did you?"

By the time he had a reply you had already opened the box and got relatively well electrocuted after touching one of the arrowheads. When he came back he just sighed, shook his head but bandaged your hand.

Viper: "poison."

It was not actually poison but the answer alone was enough to get you to not touch that box.

Cypher: "oh a new chess set, made of wood and entirely hand carved. Would you be interested in playing later?"

Of course you said yes, and the new chess pieces were quite nice. You could understand why he wanted to acquire these.

Reyna: "don't you dare open it."

The lack of detail made you curious and you couldn't help looking inside. When you saw the contents of the box, far from PG-13, you had to sit yourself down for a moment. And of course she walked in a bit after, and seeing your red face she already knew you checked. "Well now you know what's about to happen."

Killjoy: "my alarm bot. It's in time out."

You don't really understand why, curiosity getting the better of you and opening the box. You discovered pretty fast after the alarm bot was practically attacking you.

Breach: "probably a gun, molly or fusion cells."

And you were more stunned about 'molly' being an option in all of that. Turns out it was only fusion cells.

Omen: "yarn. I ordered more."

You took care of unpacking it for him and putting it in his designated basket for yarn. He was quite grateful, being able to just sit down and knit without worrying about the unpacking part.

Jett: "uhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk"

So you take it upon yourself to open the box, revealing a very suspicious looking pack. After opening it you could see it was white powder and it immediately alerted you. After a bit of back and forth texts, turns out she just ordered a bag of MSG, a spice for her food (I don't know if it's actually a spice or not so don't quote me)

Raze: "UH EITHER BOMBS OR SPRAY PAINT."

Out of curiosity you open the box. And curiosity killed the cat as you end up in med bay. From now on her boxes are going to get labeled properly.

Skye: "oh just a few wooden sculptures I stashed away. I was supposed to sort them."

You had fun looking through all the different sculptures she had made, laying them out on the desk. You sorted them by species, hoping that would give her a little bit of a hand.

Yoru: "drugs."

It was not drugs; and you learned that the hard way after Brimstone immediately searched the room after getting told there was potentially drugs. It was actually just a couple sweet snacks ordered in from Japan that he didn't want you getting into-and instead of getting himself in trouble.

Astra: "my drawing supplies!"

You did look through it briefly, finding nothing really interesting other than a copious amount of markers and pencils.

Kay/o: "why are you in my maintenance room."

It is true that killjoy is the only one who's supposed to be in that room to begin with; being the one who usually does the maintenance on kay/o

Chamber: "you will know tonight."

... I don't feel like I have to explain this one. But for those who don't understand: no walking for the next day.

Neon: "OH I FORGOT TO HIDE IT! IT'S FOR YOU THO 💙"

She had put together a little gift basket, like the one seen on tik Tok for Valentine's Day; chocolates, a plushie, a blankets, favorite drink, new tumbler and a handwritten card with an invitation to a restaurant dinner.

Fade: "kitty toys. Can you unpack them for nightmare?"

She had splurge it a little bit for her cat, and there was various toys, treats and a new little hammock for the kitty.

Harbor: "Ah! That must be the helmet I ordered for you so we can go on motorcycle rides together 😄"

He had gotten you a slightly more expensive helmet than what he usually got himself, one that had a bit of a fancy design on it and the mirror visor to look a little more mysterious.

Gekko: "OH IT FINALLY CAME IN??? I GOT WINGMAN A LITTLE SUIT."

Inside the box was a small suit that looked like it was tailored for an infant, which would make sense because trying to explain to a custom clothing maker that it was supposed to be for a radiant critter would probably confuse them. But seeing wingman in a suit was absolutely adorable.

Deadlock: "sound sensors, be careful."

The notification sound on your phone set them off, resulting in you getting stunned almost back to back a couple of times.

Iso: "snacks."

Indeed the box was full of snacks, but one in particular caught your attention. You took it out, and it was one of those bead candies that you usually wear on the necklace or a bracelet, just a different shape. It was packaged in a clear bag with no labeling and you opened it just to check what it was supposed to be. After unpacking it and seeing your face went red. Seems Iso already decided on desert for the night.

Clove: "rocks :D"

It was their entire rock collection, all nicely sorted in the box. You added one of your own in there for them.

Vyse: "Schrödinger's cat"

It was indeed not a cat, just a few various equipments that she needed for experiments she was working on. But for the joke you did leave a Post-It note with a cat drawing on it, purposely drawing it dead.

Tejo: "why are you looking through my stuff? 🤨"

Turns out he had just ordered another pair of shades, adding yet one more pair to his collection. But you did decide to mess around and borrow one of his pairs to wear around.

Waylay: "A glass suncatcher."

The glass suncatcher reflected the same way that her powers did with the light. It was honestly pretty and you hung it for her in the best spot on the window, so when she walked in it would be shimmering already for her.

[vasyaasya]

hope i finish this. AU with omen-virus? mb

[sekkowi]

There was a fan work that i liked a lot and got inspired

It was actually fun to draw but I can't say that I'm fully satisfied with result. Had a lot of sketches and this was the best one

Haven't any references sooo it was hard but interesting

[mrigaaaa]

Caught Making Out With Their S/O (Valo men edition)

Words: 513

Request: Could I request the “caught making out with their s/o” but for valo men instead 🙏🙏 cypher, omen, Yoru, gekko, etc etc 👁️👁️

As if this man would ever get caught, but if he did;

It’s a moment of intimacy, having shoved you into his room, desperate for some sort of attention after you’ve been gone for weeks on a mission.

Hands reaching for anything he can get, sneaking under your clothing to feel your flesh.

His mask had been pulled up just enough to free his mouth, letting him gravitate towards your neck.

Sucking marks along it, while your hands felt over his shoulders and masked head. Ready to pull the rest off only for the door to open.

Pushing each other away as Cypher pulled his mask down, you both tried to look somewhat presentable, which was much easier for Cypher.

In the doorway stood Sage, who had a small folder in her hands. Without a word from anyone she placed it on a nearby surface before leaving, making sure the door shut behind her.

“Do you think she’ll say anything to anyone?” “She wouldn’t, but she might call you to the infirmary.” “Because of you!”

I’m not really sure how this would work… But anyways!

His hands searched past the fabric to find skin, calming slightly when he felt your warmth.

All while your own cupped his face, feeling and watching wisps flare out, some lingering on your fingers.

Leaning forwards to leave soft kisses across his face, his stripes lighting up.

But in your soft moment you somehow missed the door opening, luckily the person who entered was kind enough to not say anything.

They left what they needed to before shutting the door behind them.

Only when you two pulled away and caught sight of the object did you become embarrassed.

You hope they don’t say anything.

This man could not care less if you two are seen, at least that’s what he looks like. Inside he’s kinda jealous that someone else got to see you like this.

Having pulled you away from the others for whatever reason it was this time, he wasted no time in trapping you in a heated kiss.

His hands held your cheeks while yours held his, quickly becoming breathless.

As the door opens Yoru pulls away, giving you a chance to finally catch your breath.

There stood Jett, almost dropping her device before dashing away, loudly calling for phoenix.

He’s already shy enough about making out, but that doubles if there's any chance of being caught.

Another one who has to have his hands all over you, doesn’t matter how much breath you’ve stolen from him, he will start whining if you don’t let him touch you.

The reason you two get caught is likely this ^.

As he reached out for you, you caught his hands. He started whining and complaining, wanting to feel more of you.

Both of you jumped when the door opened, not pulling away fully due to your hands still intertwined.

Finding Reyna standing in the doorway, her questioning look turned in a glare after catching you two in the act, before turning into a smug smile.

“Be careful you two.”

[nikcov]

I've been bugging my friend with the "it's finally autism" meme since the beginning of summer whenever the tempature dips even a little bit. For the funsies I sketched an Omen version and couldn't resist to render it for the meme >:)

[art-missy]

Omen could purr.

The first time you heard him, you were so tired you thought you had an auditory hallucination. Nestled in the intimacy and coziness of his room and lulled by the soft crackling of the fireplace, the simple but so soothing vibrations emanating of his chest relaxed you even more than you already were.

"A kitty...?" you had sleepily asked.

"Just sleep," he had answered.

The second time you heard him purring, you were sat on his lap, reading a book while he was knitting. You just had leaned more against him when you felt the very present but soothing vibration in his chest.

"Oh ?"

"Not a word," he has grumbled without any heat in his tone.

You knew him enough to know that he was flustered at that moment. So despite the fond smile adorning your lips, you had said nothing. The vibrations against your back hadn't stop, though.

You noticed that these events only happened in his room, and that they were easy to trigger. You just had to be sure he was comfortable, fully relaxed. Then, you just had to have prolonged physical contact with him. A hand on his arm, your head on his shoulder or on his lap, a long hug, a kiss in the palm... What worked better was a long cuddle session. Omen could try with all his might, the soft but very present purring would vibrate his chest.

"My kitty," you smiled fondly.

He grumbled but didn't deny, snuggling closer. The strip of his face dilated at your chuckle, projecting a soft blue hue on your face.

"You're enjoying this."

"Of course I am !" you snorted. "If only you could see how adorable you are."

The second you finished your sentence, his purring grew louder. Your grin widened as you tightened your embrace around him.

"Hmm... Do you have some message to convey ?" you asked, mischief dancing in your tone.

Even more flustered, Omen hid his face in your neck, a deep sigh escaping him at your teasing.

[turtwig-writes]

nocturnum

this is the most company Omen has had in a while... he doesn't mind it one bit

Omen x Agent!Reader

parts [2], [3]

You watch Omen, who sits across from you in the break room, as he cleans the weapon in his hands. It’s a Phantom—you can tell as much by the rounded barrel and the shape of the body—but its design remains unfamiliar to you, piquing your curiosity. All the agents had customized their guns to some extent and you were no exception, but this variation was one you had never seen before on Alpha Earth or Omega Earth. 

He doesn’t acknowledge your attention at first, not out of malice, but his own concentration. He’s already redone the red wrapping that covers parts of the handguard and the stock, and combed through the purple feathers that run along the top of the body. Now all that’s left to do is dust and polish. His gloved hands run along the raised wrought iron edges with sharpened precision as he runs the worn dusting cloth over the surface. These are the kind of tasks he enjoys; ones that demand his attention and force his wandering mind into a rare silence.

It’s not until you shift slightly, keening to get a closer look at his handiwork from over the table, that he remembers where he is. He glances up to your face, commits to memory every detail of the look of amazement on your face, and fails—as usual—to realize that he’s admiring. He doesn’t notice that his hand has slowed to a stop and yet, his mind remains tranquil all the same as he stares at you  unabashedly. 

It’s not until you glance up at him and toss him an easy smile that his mind begins to race and he’s quick to avert his gaze back down to the task at hand. You’re a relatively new recruit, though you swiftly found yourself in the good graces of the other agents. Cheerful, easy to talk to, and reliable—even Viper couldn’t find a reason to be cross with you. Omen had initially kept his distance as he does with all newcomers to the protocol. It’s easy for him to isolate himself; who would want anything to do with a monster like him?

You did, apparently. It started with sitting together in the breakroom. Short conversations turned into longer, more natural discussions over meals at the mess hall. Now, it’s only expected that where one goes, another is sure to be nearby. 

Only now do you break the comfortable silence.

“Did you modify this yourself, Omen? It’s beautiful.”

Omen eyes the skull emblem that sits on the receiver. It stares back at him now and every time he aims down the sight and every time he pulls the trigger. Its eyes don’t glow now; the safety is on and the magazine is empty and he’s somewhere safe, far away from battle and bloodshed. But he can imagine their eerie red glow all the same. He thinks of the rush he feels when he watches a body crumple to the ground, lifeless. It sends satisfaction running through his veins, a twisted sense of gratification, but beautiful?

It’s a thoughtful pause before he responds.

“Yes, I did.”

You hum watching as he continues to massage the metal with polishing cloth under his thumb.

Omen has never been one to mind silence, in fact, he’s found that he craves it more often than not, but there’s something about this moment that he can’t quite explain. The thought of you standing up and leaving the room creates a pit in his stomach that he can’t ignore. It leaves him wracking his brain for something to add, to selfishly keep your attention on him for just a little while longer.

“And what of your’s? Killjoy has your Phantom, does she not?”

He doesn’t look up, but he can see you in the periphery of his vision. He sees the way the expression on your face morphs into one of pleasant surprise, that he remembered you excitedly mentioning last week that Killjoy agreed to help modify your stock rifle. Of course, Omen remembers. He remembers everything you say.

“She does! She hasn’t been able to do much work on it the last few days since she’s been on missions, but she said she has time this weekend and thinks she can get it done by Monday…” Omen continues polishing his rifle as he listens to you talk, pleased with his work. 

You prattle on about the modifications—adjustments to the shape of the body to make it more rectangular, a purple paint job, RGB lights. You talk about other modifications you’d like to do on your other guns when you have the time. 

Omen doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to; you always know that he’s listening. It shows in the way he remembers the details.

“I’m excited to see it! It was really fun to modify my Classic. I can’t wait to work on the others.” You chirp as Omen finishes the barrel. 

Wordlessly, he sets down the cloth and admires the way the metal glints in the light. He angles it towards you for you to see. 

You nod approvingly. 

Then, Omen speaks. “I’m sure it will be…” He admires the way you look across from him, eyes bright, “beautiful.”

He loves the way you beam at him. 

“Thank you, Omen! I think so too.” 

He stands up, gun in hand. 

“The reloading mechanism of this gun is special too. Care to join me in the Range? I can show you.” 

“Would I!” You bound up next to him in matched paces. He’s much taller than you, forcing you to crane your neck. 

He stares down at you as you walk together towards the door.

Yes, he thinks, quite beautiful indeed. 

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