Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Pining Pt. 2 (Cypher x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

The past few months have been so wonderful with you and after a lot of thinking, Cypher decides that it's finally time for him to let his guard down completely. You deserve it just as much as he does.

GENRE: Domestic Fluff/Fluff 

WORD COUNT: 1449

WARNINGS: None 

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 He trusted you more than anyone. He loved you with his whole heart and he always did his best to show that to you. Little had changed between the two of you after the letter. You still joked around with each other like you always did, but now there was no need to hide the affection in his tone. Now, he could reach out to you without fear of rejection.

It was nice to finally let himself be near you. Nice to let himself love you like he wanted to for so long.

Despite it all though, he couldn't seem to show his face to you.

There was something so vulnerable about it. He remembers you making a joke about how his mask must make him brave, but at this moment he feels the complete opposite.

You had told him that he didn't have to. You understood his fears and apprehension when it came to letting the people he cared about know what he looked like. But he wanted to. He wanted to be able to let you see him as himself. As Amir and not as Cypher. His mask is just another place to hide and he doesn't want to hide from you anymore. You deserve more than that.

He stares at himself in the mirror, forehead creased as he glares at himself. Why is this so hard? He thinks to himself as he pulls on his mask and finishes getting ready to leave.

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You try not to wince as you reach out to accept Cypher's hand that he offers as you attempt to step up into the ship. Sage had already done her best to help you, but unfortunately, there was little that she could do about the pain and bruises across your ribs. Cypher easily notices your discomfort and does his best to avoid putting too much pressure on your side as he guides you over to sit beside him.

His arm doesn't move from its spot around your waist; holding you steady the entire ride back to HQ.

When the ship lands, he's still there to help you to your feet. The walk to Cypher's apartment feels far longer than it actually is. You feel exhausted, but you know that you won't be able to sleep any time soon. It still hurts a little when you breathe in too deeply.

Cypher's suite has always been one of your favourite places. It's far more organized than one might expect from him. The shelves are lined with books, all of which he could easily summarize for you and would gladly do so if you asked. It might be more simple than a lot of the other suites you've seen that belong to the other agents, but there's a distinct feeling of home here. It's cozy and warm.

You go to sit down on the couch as Cypher moves to the small kitchenette and starts to boil water. You watch him, smiling as he takes out a set of mugs and spends time looking through the collection of teas that he has.

When he finishes making the tea, he walks back over to the couch and sets the cups down on the table. You eagerly lean into his side when he opens his arm to you. He rests his hand lightly against your hip. This was your usual routine after the two of you got back from a mission. It was quiet and peaceful.

You feel him lean over and press a kiss to the top of your head. The pain in your side is steadily fading as you hold the warm mug in your hands. His appreciation for tea has always been something you found endearing. He had started keeping the containers in his room because they always seemed to empty far quicker when he didn't.

You take a moment to appreciate the way the sunlight filters through the small window and warms your skin. You can feel the steady rise and fall of Cypher's chest as you lean against him. He takes a sip of his own tea, and you hear him let out a content hum.

Cypher takes a breath. This was not something new, sitting here with you in his arms; but the domesticity of it always made his chest tighten. Now was as good of a time as ever.

"I want to show you my face," he says, doing his best not to let his nerves get the best of him. You turn to look at him, surprised. You set down the tea on the table again.

"Are you sure? You know you don't have to, you know I understand." He smiles as you ramble on while you turn to face him.

"Yes," he takes your hands in his own and guides them to his neck where the edge of the mask sits. "I'm sure. Someone once said to me that I deserve to let myself be loved and I think they might be right," he echoes the words you had said to him a few months ago. "I trust you."

You stare at him for a moment, stunned. The smile that graces your face is worth everything to him.

You start to pull the mask up, slowly, giving him the chance to back out. He doesn't. He remembers the dream he had about this once. But this time, when he closes his eyes and feels the fabric of the mask leave his face, he's still there when he opens them again. He watches your reaction as you see him for the first time.

You're in awe. Everything about him is absolutely stunning. The way the sun catches his brown eyes turns them to a deep caramel. His hair is curly at the ends, pressed down slightly from wearing the mask for so long. You can't help but raise a hesitant hand to run your fingers through it, finding it just as soft as you expected as he leans into your touch. There's the occasional white strand in his hair, vitiligo, you gather, from the patches of pale skin around his eyes and similar white hairs in his facial hair. His face is angular but soft in the corners and features. The more you stare at him the more you appreciate about him.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper. Now you can see the way he blushes when you compliment him. Before you were limited to only watching him shake his head with a laugh as he shrugged it off. Now you can easily see just how much your words mean to him.

"Thank you, my love."

You still hold his face between your palms, right thumb brushing along a scar on his cheek.

"Thank you for trusting me like this. It means a lot to me." You know how hard it is for him to open up as he has to you. You've always told him that you would love him regardless and that he didn't have to feel forced to do anything. But you can see the adoration in his eyes as he stares back up at you that tells you that he really did want to do this. Not just for you, but for himself.

You kiss him, and you can feel how he smiles into the kiss. You part for a moment to look at him again, finally able to really appreciate the way his whole face lights up when he laughs softly.

You smile and kiss the bridge of his nose, then his cheeks, his forehead, peppering all of his face in kisses. He laughs, a wonderful, joyous sound that you will never grow tired of hearing. You stop at his lips again, kissing him one last time.

"I love you, Amir," you say when you part again. He'll never get over how his heart flutters when he hears you say his name.

"I love you too." He pulls you against his chest as he lays back on the couch. You let him move you as you laugh, happily snuggling against him, your tea on the table forgotten for now. The exhaustion from the day has finally settled in, and even though you would love to spend more time showering him with affection, you can't deny how appealing the idea of a nap is right now.

One of his hands rests on your head, fingers carding through your hair as the other hand comfortably sits against your hip. You look up at him, and he looks the most relaxed you've ever seen him. His eyes are closed, but there's a faint smile as he rests. It doesn't take long before the two of you are drifting off to sleep.