the valorant agents celebrating your birthday the whole day 🥳🥳
(With gifts becuase why not🎁)
i love this one!! yeah!!!
warnings: mentions of alcohol
valorant agents celebrating your birthday with you
phoenix, jett, and raze would probably wake you up first thing just to scream sing happy birthday to you.
astra would too but she has the common decency to wait until you’re awake first (this womans singing is a blessing)
you know those little singing cards?? killjoy makes you one of those for you.
skye makes you breakfast, her love language is food and i don’t take criticism on this.
gifts!! so many gifts!!
chamber probably gets you something ridiculous like a tailored suit lol
omen made a knitted sweater for you, but the gift box doesn’t say it’s from him. everyone knows it is though, theres only one person in the protocol who knits.
you get a ‘happy birthday’ from yoru, a smile if you’re lucky.
same with viper, i cant really see her being into gift giving.
cypher knows EXACTLY what you like, which isn’t surprising, but he always gets you something good.
brim gets you socks. theyre good socks.
sova gives you a stuffed animal, like an owl or a rabbit.
breach gives you this long ass speech about getting older, getting stronger, etc.
neon and raze both make a mixtape for you, it’s really easy to tell who added which song because of their music tastes lol
kay/o doesn’t know what to get you. he’s confused. do robots even have birthdays???
reyna also somehow knows what to get you?? she gives some good ass gifts.
fade would give you a cat if she could, she has like 5 in her room. if she can’t give you one then she lets you into her room to pet them for the day.
you best BELIEVE these guys are taking you out, no way ur spending ur birthday in headquarters.
because phoenix is canonically a theatre kid i feel like he’d get you tickets to a play or a movie.
jett, neon, and kj take you to the arcade, kj gets kicked out because she’s winning the claw machine a suspicious amount of times.
she didn’t break it she’s just really good
they definitely all take you out to lunch and/or dinner and theres definitely a party at hq
sage bakes a birthday cake, this woman can BAKE its so good.
everyone sings you happy birthday at the end
EVERYONE
even yoru
there may or may not be alcohol involved at the party, courtesy of breach
Brimstone, Sage, Sova, Breach, Viper, Killjoy, Cypher, Omen:
-All pressed for time
- Getting to the airport 3 hours before the actual flight
- In charge of everyone's bags + Passports
- Gets everyone through security
- Omen stays with Viper most of the time
Jett, Neon, Raze, Pheonix, Yoru:
- The [adult] children
- Slept through their alarms
- Not even allowed NEAR the passports
- They lit forgot something I swear
- Jett and Yoru brought their knives and fought with security to get them back
Astra, Skye, Fade, Reyna:
- Basically on their own
- Trusted enough to do it themselves
- They end up in charge of the [Adult] Children
I love your writing for Valorant!! It’s so good! What if the Val boys caught you masterbating? What would they do, how’d they react? You can pick anyone or ones you want. Hope you’re having a good day.
Thank you so much for the request! I've definitely been stewing on some ideas for a similar prompt, so I'm actually really excited to get started on this. All of these scenarios take place in pre-established relationships with the agents because I love that shit.
I'm having an awesome day, and I hope you are as well, Anon!
Walking in on You - The Valorant Guys (p.I)
NSFW // Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked
Sova
Sova was so tired. He could barely keep his eyes open when he was finishing up his last jog of the day, the shoulder he strained during a mission early that morning still aching in protest with every movement. Against your better wishes, he followed through with his usual schedule after leaving the infirmary. Sage gave him the all-clear to do so anyways, as long as he wasn't doing anything too strenuous with it. Besides, as soon as he returned from the track, he had full intentions of taking a hot shower and passing out in bed beside you.
Nothing too harsh on his arm was in the books.
Unfortunately for you, though, he finished a little earlier than anticipated. He heard the shower already running when he returned to his room, not truly processing that you weren't already buried beneath the sheets as he passed the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Maybe you had left it running for him so it would be hot when he returned- the water could take ages to heat up, after all.
He quite nearly called out a 'Thank you' over his shoulder as he rounded the corner, but the sight before him made his very breath freeze. You were leaned heavily against the tiled wall, biting your fist so hard he was afraid you'd draw blood. Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, your chest heaving with every breath as your other hand worked rapidly between your thighs. His brain shut off and his mind went blank, the only things he seemed to process being how good you looked in the vanity mirror's warm light and the sound of water drumming across the ground.
Like an echo working in reverse back to its source, common sense slowly began to trickle back to him.
-need to leave, you haven't been seen so you need to leave, you haven't been seen so you need to leave.
He tore his gaze away from you and shook his head, slowly beginning to backtrack. He ignored the way his ears pricked at the stifled whimper that managed to escape you, ignored the sudden tightness of his pants, ignored the minuscule part of him that wanted to fumble out of his sweaty clothes and join you. All of his attention was poured into making his footsteps feather-light until he was softly shutting the door behind him.
He let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, running a hand through his platinum hair. He was trying his best to control himself, but there were a few desires he couldn't seem to shake- the want to move your hand from your mouth and trace the teeth marks left behind with his tongue, to let his thicker fingers take place of your own, to feel your gasps against his neck as he slowly worked you to completion.
As luring as that all sounded, however, it felt wrong to simply invite himself in. Your private time was your private time- as much as his cock wanted to protest, he didn't want to do anything to intrude on you even more.
He took a few deep breaths, whether to steel his resolve or reign in his less-than-savory thoughts, he wasn't quite sure. But he leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest, listening to the soft hum of the water pipes and waiting for them to fall silent.
It wasn't until much later that he fiddled with the door knob before opening it, only letting himself walk in when you didn't call out for him to wait. He found you perched on the edge of the bed in your night clothes with a towel in hand.
"Hey Sasha," you said with a smile, lowering the towel from your hair. Your mouth flickered downwards slightly as you gave him a pointed look, Sova's gulp almost audible. He shifted the gym pack he held in his hands so it further covered his crotch. He returned your smile.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well... it's past ten," you started slowly.
Sova struggled to keep his expression neutral, waiting for your next words with bated breath. Perhaps you could tell he was waiting in the hallway the whole time. Or maybe he wasn't as quiet as he thought when he made his escape. If you thought you heard him and then figured out he was lingering outside the door for who knows how long, it would look terribly suspicious. Before he could dwell on it any further, you spoke again.
"You weren't pushing yourself too hard, were you?"
He had to prevent himself from slumping over in relief, instead leaning to give you a kiss on the forehead before walking towards the bathroom.
"I was only running, I promise."
"Good. I just got out, so the water should be warm for you."
"Perfect."
Despite his best efforts, Sova couldn't stop thinking about what he saw throughout the duration of his shower. He wasn't sure if relieving himself would count as extraneous activity, either, his shoulder throbbing almost teasingly as he willed himself to calm down.
Perhaps he'd finish off with a few minutes of cold water before getting out.
Yoru
Yoru couldn't remember what it was he went to your room for. A pen? A piece of paper? A ruler, maybe? The thought was completely lost on him, or at least it was the second he opened the door. Words of greeting died in his throat when he found you lying in your bed, splayed out on top of the sheets with an arm thrown over your eyes. Even from where he was standing, he could see how slick the vibrator in your grasp was. You moved the softly humming toy in tiny circles, your mouth going slightly agape with every silent moan.
Given you failed to hear the door open in the first place, he wasn't sure why he was still surprised when you also didn't hear him click it shut behind him. Or when he pulled the chair away from your desk, resting his arms on the backrest as he took a seat and locked his eyes on you. He wanted you to move your arm and discover him there for yourself, wanted you to realize with a squeak that you were no longer alone, wanted you to see the lust in his gaze as he watched you please yourself.
Unfortunately, though, Yoru was also a bit of an impatient man. After sitting in silence for several minutes, he grew tired of waiting and rolled his eyes. He opted to instead raise a fist to his mouth and loudly clear his throat.
A smirk spread across his face as you went abruptly stiff, blindly clicking the toy off and sitting up to face the source of the noise. Upon seeing it was Yoru, you let out a shaky sigh and leaned back, your hand hovering over your heart.
"You scared the shit out of me," you gulped, still breathless from your previous activities.
"Not even a knock? God..."
"Couldn't help myself, besides..." he trailed off, lazily stretching his back.
"I'm gonna come in unannounced every time now that I know you own that kind of thing."
He thoroughly enjoyed watching a blush bloom across your cheeks as you scrambled to cover up, burying the toy in the covers as you went about it. You were undoubtedly embarrassed, that much was obvious.
He figured there was another layer to this that went undiscussed, however. Only when you two had started dating did you truly let yourself begin to discover what you enjoyed, in the sexual sense. He had a feeling that masturbation was still something you weren't entirely proud of partaking in, which was honestly a damn shame.
Yoru rose from his chair as you continued to mumble obscenities about him, his hands gently gripping your blanket and preventing you from moving it any further. You immediately grew quiet and upon realizing he wasn't moving, worked up the courage to finally look at him. With his eyes not once leaving yours, he tossed the blanket to the side and exposed you once again. He let his gaze slowly drop, eyes roaming across your body appreciatively until he found what he was actually looking for. He plucked up the toy and, after admiring the remnants of your gleaming slick, handed it back to you.
"Why don't you keep going, hmm?"
You seemed speechless for a moment, both your hold on the vibrator and your jaw going slack. He settled himself on the side of your bed, his hand going up to cup the side of your face. He leaned in until he could feel your uneven exhales fan across his neck, his nose gliding along your cheekbone as he brought his lips to your ear.
"I like watching you," he said, his tone low.
"I think it's hot."
There was continued silence, but only for a moment. A pleased thrum spread all across his body he heard you turn the toy back on. He pulled away, leaning back to lounge on your mattress and enjoy the show. You tentatively lowered the vibrator back down to its previous spot, just ghosting your clit, and carefully gauged his expression. He purposefully licked his lips, enjoying your slight quiver at his actions as you let your eyes slide shut.
Yoru found himself watching intently as you resumed rubbing slow circles, the familiar sensation of heat pooling in his stomach. He slowly brought his hand down the front of his jeans, and while his member swelled appreciatively as he rocked against it, he found it wasn't truly what he wanted. With your knees wobbling and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, it wasn't his satisfaction he longed to chase.
It was yours.
Just as your fingers began circling your entrance, he took a gentle hold of them. Your eyes fluttered open at his touch, your brows knitting together in confusion.
"Ryo? I, um, I need something to-"
He swallowed hard.
"Let me, then."
You stared at him for a moment before retracting your hand and letting it rest at your side. He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, coating it in his saliva, before pulling it out with a wet pop. He could've sworn you shuddered at the sound, your reaction sending another shock of want through him.
He gently traced your folds, noting the wetness that was already there, before softly pushing in. Your walls felt unbelievably warm around him, fluttering slightly as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out. It wasn't much longer before he felt he could add another, now hovering over you on all fours so he had better control of his wrist.
Your eyes were squeezed shut at that point, his name escaping your lips between pants as you applied more pressure with the vibrator. He could tell you were getting close, pushing further into your inviting heat until he was just brushing that spongy spot inside you. Your hips jerked down at that, awarding his movements with a cry.
"I'm- if you keep that up, I'll- ngh, Ryo-"
"Do it then," he interrupted, licking his lips. His voice sounded hoarse even to him, but he couldn't help it. Hearing you say his name so breathless had his cock straining almost uncomfortably against the confines of his underwear.
"Don't hold back. Cum."
He could feel the exact moment you did. The fluttering from before morphed into a vice that drew a choked moan from him, your cunt practically suctioning his fingers in as you ground down on both him and the vibrator. He continued his movements as best as he could to help you ride it out, waiting until your stomach was trembling from overstimulation and you'd turned the toy off before finally pulling his hand away. You laid there relishing your post-orgasmic cloud nine, eventually reaching up to softly grab Yoru by the shirt.
"Do you... need some help?" You whispered, pulling him closer to you. He closed the space between the two of you with a soft kiss.
"I would greatly appreciate it."
Before you could even begin palming him over the fabric of his pants, though, he suddenly let out an annoyed sigh.
"Killjoy needs a highlighter, by the way."
Chamber
There wasn't a lot that made Chamber speechless. He always managed to pull out something witty when encountered with a smart remark, kept cool and collected during even the messiest of missions, and was always able to keep the banter going amongst his fellow agents when things got tense.
Yes, very little ever caught him off guard. Until now, that is.
He found himself leaning against the entryway of the locker room, his plans to collect his revolver from his locker for cleaning completely abandoned as he worked his jaw sore. You were straddling one of the many benches strewn throughout the room, tiny gasps escaping you as you slowly rocked your hips. It wasn't immediately noticeable, but after having stood there for a minute or two, Chamber realised you had a rolled towel beneath you. You were using it as something to grind your heat against, clad only in underwear and a filthy exercise top.
You probably weren't expecting him to be back so soon, let alone so early in the morning. He had been in Paris for the past few weeks handling some business in his old workshop- arranging for equipment to be transported back to the protocol, finishing up the last few orders that had been waiting, bidding his old clientele farewell. Although the work was fairly mundane, if not a little boring at times, he almost found it torturous.
There were very few things that felt better than you beneath him, so the time apart had been almost unbearable for him. Clearly, you were feeling the same.
He quit rutting his clothed crotch into his hand and finally pushed off the doorway, making his way into the room like a shadow. He relished in the soft mewls you were making as he seated himself on a bench directly perpendicular to yours, spreading his legs wide. It was certainly a much better place to admire the view before him. He silently unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock free, gently running his fingers up and down his shaft.
You had yet to spot him, head thrown back in ecstasy and eyes closed. Your hands were wrapped around the towel, holding it steady as you bent your knees and pressed down on it with even more force. The sight nearly drew a groan out of him. He finally wrapped his fingers around his member in a loose grasp, giving it a few feather-light strokes.
Occasional phone sex could only scratch the itch so much. You probably tried to take out some of your sexual frustration in the sparing room, attacking the nearest punching bag with a vengeance until you felt tired enough to sleep. It was plain to see it hadn't quite done the job.
Your neck suddenly lolled back down and with a pinched sigh, your eyes finally fluttered open.
Chamber chuckled as your gaze met his, eyes going wide and mouth parting in shock. As much as you wanted to stop, a spike of need and embarrassment impaling your lungs, the best you could manage was to bring your rapid motions to a slow rock. You were so close to completion it almost hurt, a whimper escaping you. You wanted to cry out in frustration and elation all at once.
"Vincent," you whimpered, doubling over slightly.
"I- if I had known, I would've waited."
As if he could sense the tug-of-war you suddenly found yourself in, Chamber gave himself another languid pump from where he sat.
"Don't let me interrupt, mon chou. Please. Continue."
It took you a minute to compute his request, but a moan from Chamber as he continued to please himself finally snapped you out of your revere. You tentatively dragged your slowing hips back and forth, eyes glued to his as you found your rhythm once more. He muttered something in French and though he knew you couldn't understand, he could see the hairs on your arms standing up.
The movements of his hand quickened and you shamelessly stared, watching the quick up-down-up-down motions along the length of his impressive erection. You're undivided attention and that hunger in your eyes were almost enough to make him cream himself right there. He rolled his head over his shoulders with a drawn-out moan, the sound only increasing the desperation in your movements. You humped the towel beneath you like it was your job, breaths coming quick and uneven as you grew closer and closer to climax.
Chamber watched with a laser point stare, sweat beading on his brow. He could tell from the involuntary bucks of his hips that he was getting close.
"You're doing well," he urged you, his voice uncharacteristically gravelled.
"Vincent," you panted, arms trembling. He knew exactly what you were thinking, how you were longing for your hand to be in place of his. You were desperate to feel of every ridge and vein of his cock, the glide of his precome easing the way, the pulse of his shaft when he was right on the brink of release.
"Can I-"
Despite it all, you still had it in you to ask his permission. He grunted, now sloppily thrusting up into his own fist. The action nearly sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"Listen to you, being so good. Yes."
That was all it took. With an expression that could rival every piece of art in the Louvre, you finally came. Your thighs squeezed as tight as they could around the bench, your hips dropping even lower as you rode out the aftershocks. Chamber came not too long after, a series of strangled grunts coming from him as he finished in his hand.
After taking a moment to collect his bearings, he shakily got to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants. He joined you on your bench and tilted your head up, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. It wasn't a kiss, so much as it was a clash of teeth and tongue, a declaration of how hard his time away was on the both of you. By the time he pulled away, he could taste iron on his tongue from where you'd accidentally bit his lip.
He brushed off your hushed apologies and held his hand up, still covered in his rapidly cooling spend.
"I couldn't have asked for a more pleasant welcome home, mon chou. Care to help me clean up?"
4 times Yoru tried to say he loved you and the one time he did
GN reader
The first:
You had been at the protocol for a few months and had warmed up to your new family quickly. Being with the other dualists was amazing and gave you a large support system during strange times. It was a typical get together for you all with only Reyna being absent due to having to tend to her city. At your feet sat Neon and Phoenix, the two playing some fighting game while you watched. Raze was playing music from her laptop while on either side of you sat Jett and Yoru. The rift walker was teasing Phoenix as he lost to Neon, the other man fighting for his life against her. He had been casting glances at you most of the night as well as practically waiting on you hand and foot. Of course you had been oblivious and just thought he was cycling into the rotation of snack/drink getter for once. His arm was currently placed behind you while you were leaned over talking to Jett.
“After Neon fried it I haven’t been able to get it to work,” Jett spoke as she held her phone out to you, side eyeing said woman. Being naturally gifted with technology you took it from her, only fiddling with it for a moment before it turned back on. “Holy shit (Y/N)! You got it!”
“The battery was just loose,” You shrugged at her as she engulfed you in one of her frequent hugs.
“Still! Your the best!” A mass amount of dings caused her to jump to her feet. “Oops, Brim needs me. See ya later! Love you guys!” Her affections were echoed through the room as she left by all but one dualist. There Yoru sat biting the inside of his cheek, suddenly loosing the courage he had worked so hard growing to finally confess to you.
The disastrous second:
It was yet another night at the base. Yoru had asked if you could help him make some wraps you had made for him the previous week, claiming he was craving them and couldn’t sleep. This was all a ploy so he could at the very least ask you out in private without anyone to interrupt or get in his way. As he came around the corner he saw you standing there talking to Chamber. He had considered calling out to the two of you but upon seeing your confused expression he chose to hide just within ear shot.
“Are you serious?!” You sounded flustered, face a deep shade of red as the frenchie smiled at you.
“Absolutely. Why would I joke about such a thing?” Chamber was casual sounding as always. Yoru barely had time to think about what the other man could have possibly done to make you the way you currently were before said question was answered.
“Of course then, I would love to be your partner Chamber.” His heart sank to his feet as he heard those words. Mouths moved but he picked up nothing as he sat in a dazed haze. He had been mere minutes away from confessing to you, mere minutes from being able to finally say how he felt. All of that had been ripped away in seconds by some stuffy man in a suit. Yoru couldn’t blame you for accepting the advances of someone like Chamber. The man was attractive, charming, and outwardly sincere. Who wouldn’t want a guy like that?
Cursing to himself he stormed off back to his room, ignoring any text messages you sent him that night asking where he was or if he was okay. The next morning it was as if nothing happened, him lying and telling you he had fallen asleep just as he was about to get up.
The third:
Awoken by frantic pounding on his door Yoru pulled himself out of bed as grumpy as ever. All the rage that had built up for whoever had awoken him faded from his body the moment he saw you standing there. Sniffles shook your body while tears carved rivers on your face. Words caught in your throat as you stood there, trying to say something coherent but failing. Despite your lack of words you were immediately pulled into the mans room, falling directly into his chest.
Walking you to his bed he sat down with you curled in his lap bawling your eyes out. The two of you sat like this for several minutes that felt like an eternity before you spoke. “H-he was -u-u-sing me.” You choked out as the rift walkers arms tightened around you. Chamber had only been dating you for just shy of a year. Everything seemed to be going well with you never complaining and only gushing to Jett about it, the woman keeping your secrets well. It wasn’t surprising for Ryo to hear, afterall Neon had her own run in with his scheming. This didn’t make the fire growing inside him calm. In fact it only made it grow into a roaring blaze. He would have to have some not so kind words with the designer that would evolve in both of them having to pay a visit to Sage. Of course he would get in trouble for this but he didn’t care, he would face anyone and anything if it was for you.
He would sit with you until you cried yourself to sleep, staying silent the entire time to avoid making you uncomfortable. At that point he would settle you into his bed, wrapping you in all the blankets he had brought from home that he swore he would never let anyone touch. Taking his place in his computer chair he would watch you until you woke up, ready to comfort you and wait on you despite being exhausted.
The fourth:
Nearly an entire year had past since Chamber had so cruelly broken your heart. In this year you and Yoru had only grown closer. The other agents often joked about how protective he was of you with Sage going as far as to call him like a brother to you, Yoru hating the comparison. Everyone learned well not to harm you or they would have to deal with the angry tokyo native.
Speaking of Tokyo, you were currently walking its streets with said man. He had gotten some free time that aligned well with your own and had decided to show you one of the gardens near his home. You wore his jacket which he had given you after you complained about it being cold, the crisp winter air swaying around you. He didn’t complain as you ran ahead in his oversized leather jacket, rather enjoying the sight of it if he was honest. As you pointed out how pretty the garden was an older couple walked by the two of you.
“ああ、かわいいね。なんて素敵な若いカップルなんだ。/Ā , kawaī ne. Nante sutekina wakai kappuruna nda.“ (Aw sweetie look. What a lovely young couple.). The older woman cooed at you two while pointing, catching your attention. Slowly walking back to Yoru you leaned over to him.
“What did she say to us?” Your voice was nearly a whisper as you eyed the couple walking by. A smile crossed his face as he considered telling you what they actually had said. Unfortunately he found it best not to as he wished to not ruin the moment you were having.
“They said you were cute like a kid running around.” Your face flushed a shade of peach as you recoiled in embarrassment. For the rest of the visit you were nearly joined at the hip as the two of you walked. Several times he had considered telling you during the trip and each time he backed down, not wanting to ruin your enjoyment.
Finally:
Everything had gone wrong. The mission had been a loss with mass injury and one casualty amongst them. Sadly that one casualty had to be you. Sova had nearly sprinted from the vulture as he carried your corpse to Sage, screaming for the healer the entire way there. The comotion had drawn the other agents from their down time as well as brought a panicked dualist to the healers small ‘clinic’. Outside he sat pacing as he could barely hear Sage ordering Sova around. He cursed at himself for not being there with you. For not being able to take that last blow for you. Yoru couldn’t lose you now, he couldn’t let his last words to you be so shallow as a simple good luck, he couldn’t let the last memory of you be a half wave as you boarded the vulture. Just as he thought he was about to go crazy with worries the rooms door opened as the two agents stepped out.
Sage could say nothing as he bolted in, taking his place at your bedside. Your chest rose and fell softly, indicating that you were brought back successfully.
“They are going to take some time,” The calm voice that practically lived in this room spoke out from the doorway. “Will you watch them for me while I care for the others?” Sage already knew the answer to that question, Yoru giving a thumbs up as she left to reaffirm it. There he would sit for days. When your vitals were checked he was there helping, when bandages needed to be changed he was helping gently move you, and when he finally faded into sleep he was still there passed out cold in the chair next to you. When you had finally come to it had been a long long week that he was glad was over. He stood without a word at first. Sweeping hair out of your face he placed a long kiss to your forehead. It soothed you as you dealt with the new aches your body had and brought some comfort to your racing mind.
“Idiot,” were the first words that left his mouth as gentle arms came around you. Before you could retort more words fell from his mouth, “私はあなたをとても愛しています。私はほとんどあなたを失うことに腹を立てていた//Watashi wa anata o totemo aishiteimasu. Watashi wa hotondo anata o ushinau koto ni hara o tatete ita“ (I love you so fucking much. I was pissed to almost lose you). You just barely recognized some of the words he said with the main ones that stood out being ‘fucking’ and ‘pissed’ which he often said. Another word stuck out to you that you had learned not long before on another trip to his home.
“What did you say?” Your voice was hoarse due to lack of use but you still got the question out. His grip tightened only slightly before he shook his head.
“Nothing, I’m glad you’re okay.” Pulling yourself from his grip you looked at him puzzled. The sound of footsteps grew closer as Sage neared your room, nothing escaped that woman.
“Ai Shite,” You sounded it out slowly, “That means love right? The sign at the flower shop said it didn’t it?” His face could only flush as Sage entered the room to check on you, cutting the conversation short.
Once you were given the all clear to stay on bed rest you pestered your friend once again only to be met with scoffing and silence. Finally you decided to just go for it.
“I love you too Ryo,” You sighed out as you relaxed in your hospital bed. “I got that right, right?”
“Yes, you did.” It was a reluctant confirmation from a tomato red man. Reaching up to take your hand he avoided your gaze, instead choosing to rub his face. “Sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.”
“You’re forgiven” You laughed as you squeezed his hand. “At least I have someone to take care of me now” Your joke was met with a loving but playful smile from Yoru.
“Dumbass of course I’d take care of you,” With a flick to your head the ice had been broken and the words were finally cemented between the two of you.
could i get uhhhhhh sova with a shapeshifter reader who, on their first meeting, thinks “oh no he’s hot” and accidentally shifts into him
THIS!!!!!!!! OHHHH JACK YOUR BRAIN IS STUPENDOUS !!! sorry i named the reader oops, JUST THEIR AGENT NAME !!!!!!!!!! not their normal name. i could not help myself.
Sova/Reader - Mirror
You were probably not the first person in the Protocol to lose control of your abilities.
Actually, you could bet a large sum of money on the fact and win, because there is indisputable records of the agents before you causing havoc that they did not mean to wreak, so many in fact that it was the sole reason why they were in the protocol in the first place.
Your story was similar. Not in the absolute disaster, wiping-out-a-city-block, thousands of deaths way; in the 'oh lord this is horribly embarrassing, nobody speak of this again' way.
It was your first formal day in the VALORANT Protocol, and you were sat in their 'living room' as their leader, Brimstone, drilled you on what was expected of you as an agent.
Now, 'living room' is in quotes for a reason.The room was modern, all sharp angles and light greys, and from a glance it was no more a home than an office building. But your wandering eyes caught the little details that gave it away as a community space: the pile of slippers by the door, the scattered coffee mugs, the knitted blanket tossed over the very couch you were sat on; it felt like a home.
That comforted you. Maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all.
And then, you heard footsteps from behind you, and Brimstone looked up from his papers and smiled.
"Oh, Sova! You haven't met our newest agent yet! This is-"
Mid sentence, you turned to face Sova.
And he was gorgeous.
Was it odd to describe a man as gorgeous? Well, if there ever were to be a gorgeous man, it'd be him. His eyes were the prettiest blue, one's glow indicating it as an implant (though the scar above that eye could've clued you into that) and his hair looked soft as silk and haloed his jaw in a way that looked criminally good.
He was strong-looking, too, broad with toned arms that you could see through his shirt and something about his expression was just so captivating, and before you knew it this overwhelming feeling of wanting to never stop looking at this man triggered that chain reaction built into you, and you shapeshifted.
And then Sova looked to you, watching you change into him right before his very eyes, and he stepped back-
"-Mirror." Brimstone finished.
You took a second to realize what you'd done.
"O-Oh my god, I'm sorry!" You spluttered in his voice, pressing your hands to your face, "I didn't mean too, I promise, I just panicked."
"It's alright." He replied. His accent was nice, now that you could hear it past the beating of your own heart. "You're a shapeshifter, correct?"
You took deep breaths, feeling yourself calm down and slowly unwinding the coil that was keeping you in this form, "yeah, I, uh, promise I can control myself."
Sova smiled, and by god, you were almost back at square one, "it's an interesting ability."
You giggled, finally back in your own skin, and he extended his hand towards you, "Mirror, right? I'm Sova."
With a wobbly smile, you shake his hand.
God, his hand is warm. Calloused, too, but in that nice way that makes you want to trace them. He's got big hands. Wow. Wow, he's cute.
"...Mirror?"
"W-What?" You spluttered, suddenly realizing the voice coming out of you wasn't your own once again, and the hand holding his was the same size with all the same callouses.
hello!! i hope you're still taking requests ;; can i request a headcanon on how chamber, yoru, sova and omen (im sorry if its too much) would react when they realized that their s/o is still up after working overnight (or two) on projects and they got super worried and kinda fluff and angst maybe :")) tysm!!! ❤
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Chamber, yoru, sova and omen x reader
Tw: fluff w a little angst
A request I can finally relate to lets go
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Chamber
He would often stay up all night to do his weapon making projects, so most of the time he'd walk to the kitchen at 3 am to get some coffee but he didn't expect you to also be up all night.
The light illuminating your room and the sight of you trying to stay awake, he sees as you finally succumb in a slumber; placing a blanket on your shoulders he gives a small peck on your forehead and goes back to his room.
The next day he sees you, you look groggy with dark eye bags and a tired expression.
He hesitates for a moment but asks you if you're getting enough sleep and you do say you stayed up all night but tried to assure him that you're alright.
For the whole day, you've been light headed and seem to not pay attention most of the time, chamber would shift his gaze onto you and the next thing he sees is you taking a nap on the counter.
Another night again you stayed up all night and kept telling him to not worry but as he was leaving your room you almost passed out but good thing he caught you in time.
Laying you down your bed, he cradles you in his arms and tries to hush you to sleep, but you insist that he should let you be to continue your work yet he won't let go of you.
You try to squirm around but his grip got tighter until you eventually gave up.
"mon amour you mustn't overwork yourself, just get some rest and maybe I can help you tomorrow."
Both of you spent the night cuddling as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, trying to lull you to sleep.
After that though, the next day he woke you up with the sweet smell of coffee and caressed your cheek.
Yoru
Most of the time he sleeps at 11 pm but before he goes to sleep he walks into your room and checks up on you.
He'd kiss you goodnight but he noticed for 3 days in a row you've been staying up all night and barely getting any sleep.
He starts to get more worried as your words are slurred, you tell him your view is dizzy but you try to tell him you're fine.
For a few more hours, it's nighttime already and he catches you doing your research for something but he just wants you to get some rest.
He steps inside and only your breathing and the writing of a pen is heard; you're so exhausted you didn't notice him right next to you.
Placing a hand on your shoulder he says, "Go to sleep you idiot, you barely get any rest," you didn't have time to react as he picked you up and carried to your bed.
As he sat you down, he places a cup of warm tea on your bedside table and wraps his jacket around your shoulders.(when he picked you up he noticed you were cold lol)
You try to tease him about him really caring for you but his embarrassed self denied and said it's just his duty to care for you as your boyfriend.(he does care he's just too shy to admit)
When you fall asleep, he stares at the ethereal expression on your face and sighs to himself that he finally got you to sleep early; going back to his room he blushes at the memory from earlier when you thanked him with a kiss.
Sova
Back when he was a kid, his babushka would tell him to sleep early as it will make him healthier and that staying up late will make someone weaker.
He carried that advice from his babushka until now; every 5 am he'd wake up, get breakfast and prepare for training but he decided to check up on you first.
Instead of you sleeping on the bed, he was met with the sight of you going cross-eyed, trying to gather information and finish the project that was due next week.
Your pitiful form trying to write down notes while you watch some guide videos for your project with baggy eyes made him feel worried for you.
He rubbed circles on your back and whispered softly in your ears that it's 5 am and asked if you had any sleep last night which you answered that 'you didn't'.
Sighing loudly, sova was pretty stronger than you so it was easy for him to pick you up and roll you up like a burrito in your blanket as he put you down on the bed.
You kept grumbling to him that you haven't finished your work but he insists that you should get rest first because, 'A person who's tired won't finish their work properly,' he said as he shushed you to sleep.
He cleaned your desk and swept the papers and trash on the floor then dimmed the lights so you can rest properly; relief washes over him as he's glad you're getting some rest.
Omen
Omen doesn't need any sleep, he gets nightmares when he does so spends the night knitting or watching the moon.
He was knitting in the living room, it was already 1:30 am but you suddenly walk to the kitchen to get some coffee.
'wait a minute..' he thought to himself, isn't coffee used to make you more awake? Aren't humans supposed to be sleeping at this time now?
He watches you sip coffee and lazily walk back into your room but he paid no mind, maybe in a few minutes you'll fall asleep, but he was wrong.
It had been 4 am already, the sun was about to set and you were back again in the kitchen trying to brew more coffee.
As you were brewing coffee, you didn't notice him walk up behind you and you jolted onto the counter and sighed in relief when you noticed it was him.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and asked you why you were staying up so late, you replied that you had some work to do.
But omen knew that you should be sleeping by now and not... Doing work this late.
Omen tells you that you should go to bed but you kept insisting to continue your work but he was having none of it.
He stopped you from getting your coffee and held your hand, leading you to the couch.
"Sleep with me here, I read it somewhere humans sleep better when they feel comfortable."
He pulled you in a cuddle and massaged your scalp, slowly making you fall asleep in his arms.
You stopped protesting eventually and fell asleep, he shifted his gaze onto your face and it reminded him of a sleeping cat and you might not see it but he felt like he was blushing.
Knitting while your head rested on his chest and the soft snores you left out, it felt like heaven for the both of you as he stayed in that position for hours so you'll have a good night's sleep.
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Fuck i was running out of ideas but omg thank you for waiting, i was super stressed but im glad i finished this even if it wasn't proofread.
Hello !! I ADORE your work, and I was wondering if I could request a Yoru x F!Healer!Reader with some Hurt/Comfort ?? I have this idea where : Yoru and Reader have a similar relationship as him and Phoenix (very competitive) but maybe they get into a petty argument and Yoru ofc is really cold and mean and says something totally out of line a few days before a mission (maybe Abt how she's no one's first pick when getting healed) ?? The rest of the protocol can feel the tension but don't say anything when they get to the mission location ; Eventually our team wins but as Reader does one last sweep of the area alone she finds Mirror!Yoru in bad condition, and they sort of come to an agreement that Reader will heal him (bc she can't stand to see him hurt even though she's upset w him) and then they will never speak of this again ?? Maybe some small talk and Mirror!Yoru is being surprisingly nice and gives her advice on how to approach Yoru... Once they part ways and Reader gets back to base, it slips out what happened as she's talking with Mirror!Yoru and instead of being really angry, Yoru is confused and is like "Why would you heal him / me, after all that mean shit I said to you ? Wouldn't I be the last person you look for? " and they eventually make up- bc I JUST KNOW Yoru has a hard time coming to terms with the fact people genuinely care Abt him. IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT / NOT ANYTHING YOUD WANT TO WRITE !! THANK YOU EITHER WAY <3
This prompt brought me so much joy, I’m an absolute slut for hurt/comfort pump that shit straight into my veins. Hope you like~
Yoru x Fem!Healer!Reader: Kiss and make up
Yoru wasn’t usually this pissy. Like,, you get it. He has a reputation to uphold as a hypercompetitive, cool bastard. Sure.
But making such a big deal out of not being selected for the mission to Portugal in Omega? It was clearly hitting him hard.
“Awww Yoru, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Phoenix calls over the milk jug. “Like, you know we have multiple teams right? Like, they need you for icebox. No one else can fuck around with the enemy’s intel on the ground like you can my guy.”
Yoru’s eyebrow twitches and his hands fiddle idly with the spoon in his hand. “What’s it to you, fire boy? You can barely last ten seconds when you get going, I’m surprised they’d take you anywhere.”
Phoenix lets out a low whistle. “Someone’s got his cranky pants on this morning hey.” He turns to you with a pointed look. “Good luck with that one.”
You clap Phoenix on the shoulder as he heads out from the table, and settle down next to Yoru, who maintains a stony silence.
“Yoooooru,” you call gently. He shifts with irritation, jabbing his spoon back into the cereal with a wet thunk. “Hey there, how ya doing hotshot?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather girl.”
Ah, it was gonna be like that, huh.
You take a mouthful, and nonchalantly ask: “hey, you looking forward to icebox? I hear they have some pretty good recreation activities for team bonding~”
His grip tightens further. Yep, definitely pissy about it.
You continue, innocently enough: “I for one am looking forward to checking out the geodome on Omega and testing out these sweet kicks Neon got me. Thoughts?”
You gently nudge his foot under the table. A vein pops in his forehead.
“At least I’m not a pity pick, you shady bitch.”
“Hoooo~? What’s that supposed to mean, Mr Sunshine?”
“I mean I just think it’s interesting that you’re supposed to be a healer but they also had to send Sage along.” He toes the ground and prods at his food without taking any.
“Uhhh, congrats Yoru, she’s the one person here that can bring people back from the dead.”
“Yeah, she’s actually helpful when she heals. Plus she doesn’t nag.”
Okay, you were starting to get a little irritated now.
“Dude, if you stopped getting yourself into stupid situations maybe I wouldn’t have to literally tell you what to do as much. I don’t think this is a me thing.”
“Keep telling yourself that Miss Nurse. But at the end of the day if I was stuck on a mission with someone annoying, I’d want them to at least be able to bring me back to life.”
Dude, fuck this guy.
“Welp, I’ll let Sage know then,” you say, rising abruptly from your seat. “On the mission, today. That Brim didn’t put you on.”
“See you later then, Miss MVP,” he sings back at you. You ignore the bait and stalk out.
Yoru maintains a cold smile as you leave, but it’s pushed out through gritted teeth and feigned apathy.
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As much as this mission should have you on edge, you can’t quite process the gravity of the task for all the ruminating you’ve been doing. Why did it get under your skin so much when Yoru got like this?
It wasn’t like the other agents ever through shade on your abilities—quite the opposite. Very quickly after joining, you were put on a lot of the most demanding missions alongside all the high flyers. They’ve only ever had words of praise and gratitude, and objectively you’ve guided them through many many close calls.
So why did you feel so useless about it?
You try your best to shake yourself out of it as Brim gives the lowdown. Sova, Sage and Phoenix all stand, varying degrees of agitated as you went over the plan for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
You of course have familiarised yourself with the brief well in advance, but it looks like this time even Phoenix is giving his undivided attention to Brim.
The task is simple. Split your forces and push through B-site. Destroy enemy utility as you find it, wait for smokes and neutralise anything and anyone in your path.
As you start prepping your guns, Phoenix drifts over to fix up his frenzy next to you. Preoccupied in your own thoughts, you don’t notice till he gently shoulder chucks you.
You turn around with a ‘hmm?’ and for a moment it looks like he wants to say something. But then Brim starts issuing start-up commands and the moment passes. He heads back to join Sage at the entrance to mid.
You grit your teeth, and ready your rifle. No do-overs. Just guns up and go.
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The attack goes… better than expected. Between you and Sage, you manage to keep any injuries on the crew to a minimum. Sova’s recon is on point, Phoenix creates space and Brim makes the right calls to keep you on track.
Eventually you stand, bloodied, sweating and alive in the middle of site. Sage tends to a couple of bullet holes in Brim’s shoulder, Phoenix is brushing the soot off his shoulder.
You clock Sova limping over to Brim, looking fairly haggard and favouring his left ankle. You get the sense this was a big fight for him even after a sleepless night. You can see him gesturing out to the entrances to site, and Brim pursing his lips in thought, clearly weighing something over. God. The man doesn’t rest.
You weigh up your options and sigh, eventually going over to put a gentle hand on Sova’s back, careful to avoid the deep gash in his right shoulder.
“C’mon owl boy, I’ve still got some recon stuff up my sleeve. Let me handle this one yeah?”
Sova’s noises of protest are quickly cut off as Brim chimes in: “That’d be great actually, kid. Just a regular sweep, and Kay/0’s on radar in case anything big comes up.” He shoots you a grateful look.
You can see Sova mulling things over, before eventually he accedes to Brim’s command. “Stay safe, dove.”
“You know me,” you call back over your shoulder, reloading your ammo and adjusting your straps. “If trouble finds me, she runs.”
You set to work, clearing area by area. You marvel at the architecture, embedded with radianite that now lays dormant in the walls and balustrades. Most of the technology resembles yours, but occasionally you come across wirings and contraptions that you haven’t seen back on your home world, even in Killjoy’s lab.
May as well snap a few pictures then. You’re sure she and Cypher would appreciate a couple of schematics.
Poised with your phone in hand, a very subtle shift from the corner of the room sets your hairs on end. Shit. You were pretty sure the team had cleared everything, but what if…?
Better safe than sorry. Taking a deep breath in, you send a warm pulse of energy out into the aether, seeing what pings.
One life form. Faint.
You swear under your breath and creep forward. You’re generally pretty quiet but you weren’t exactly operating on the basis that someone would be around to hear you when you started live-blogging your whereabouts. As you round the corner, you find a bloodied form, eyes very much open and staring at you.
Ugh. Of course it had to be him.
The mirror Yoru looks under you and mutters something you can just make out to be… ‘Fuck me. Really? Her?’
“Hey there pretty boy,” you murmur. He smiles wryly at the nickname, but can’t quite bite back a bloodied cough that wracks his body for a good ten seconds.
“Woah woah woah,” you say, instinct taking over as you crouch beside him and brace his back. He flinches a little at the touch before you snap back and realise that this isn’t your Yoru, this is the enemy. Fuck.
“What, you gonna play around before you kill me,” Yoru grimaces. You draw back, uncertain, and he taps the centre of his forehead. “The you I know would make it quick.”
Oof. Hearing him say that out loud was pretty jarring. You were supposed to kill him. He expected you to.
You swear again, and bend down once more to draw level with him, doing a quick pass over on his injuries. Left to his own devices, he won’t last long. There were enough bullets perforating his chest from his sternum to his kidney that he’d bleed out in minutes. What a way to go.
A thought occurs to you. You haven’t managed to neutralise his Sage. She’s still probably at base—you know your Brim only brings her out when she’s essential on the field, too important to lose to a regular field mission. So no matter what, the man in front of you ends up back at his base eventually.
That settles it.
“Hold still hotshot.”
Not in a position to protest, Yoru can’t do much but sit and try to steady his breathing as you start to pull back his jacket, wincing a little at the extent of the damage. Taking a swab of antiseptic from your pouch, you mutter a quick ‘deep breath, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker’ before setting to work cleaning the wounds.
Apart from sharp hisses when you remove the little pieces of lead embedded in his tissue, Yoru stays silent through the process, looking away.
Eventually, the wound is tidy enough that you’re able to start the real healing process. Stretching out your fingers, you press the palm of your hand to his side. While he jerks back at the initial contact, the warm waves of energy start to work their magic, reverberating through muscle and tissue and starting to net it back together.
Yoru finally lets out a sigh as in spite of himself, he relaxes into your work. “Ugh, that’s the stuff,” he says, almost to himself. Eventually he ventures: “why are you doing this, mirror girl?”
“Your Sage would bring you back anyway. We might be on opposite teams, but I’m not an asshole. I’d hope my other half would do the same for my colleagues.”
“Hm,” he whistles through his teeth.
“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of my healing though,” you muse.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s stupid. I’m actually a little pissed at your double right now, he was being a real dick talking shit about wanting Sage to heal him instead.” You notice his amused expression. “Sorry.”
To your surprise, he actually laughs at this. “Yeah of course he’d say that. If he’s anything like me he’s a stubborn bastard more keen to score points than to actually tell the truth. Fucking dumbass.”
Well that’s unexpected. “You don’t think… he meant it?”
At this, Yoru scoffs. “God no. In fact, if he has taste like me, he’d take your healing over Sage’s any day. Hers is like. Proficient, right? Technically flawless. But it’s so cold. She’s been at it for a while, and healing is just another obligation for her. You though. Yours is warm. Spreads through you like the heat from one of those old-fashioned light bulbs. And something about the way your power works…”
Here he trails off for a second, noticing how intently you’re listening. “Go on,” you coax, moving your hands down to focus on his ribcage.
“Your healing has a lot of you in it. Any time your mirror—or you actually, now that I think about it—fixes me up, I can feel how much you care about helping me. It’s nice and comforting, like honey, or sunlight on your back or some shit.”
Oh. Okay then.
“Why would you tell me this,” you ask quietly, starting to finish up the process and apply a few rounds of gauze to stabilise the major wounds.
“I want to cause problems for him. It’s funny.” For once, there’s no malice or ego behind his words. It’s nice to see him surprisingly genuine.
You go to shoot back a retort, but the intercom crackles and Brim’s voice comes through. “Command to Patch, status report? It’s been a few.”
Yoru’s eyes flash for a second, suddenly aware of the danger he’s in. He shifts uncomfortably as you take breath before responding, keeping eye contact with the man in front of you.
“All clear Command, I’m returning to base shortly.”
Yoru lets out a low whistle. “Shit, and you could have been a narc about it.”
You give a wry smile. “I suppose you’re right. I’m assuming you’ll leave this off your mission report to Sage?”
He nods.
As you turn to leave, his hand grabs your wrist. “What is it, rift-squawker?”
“Talk to him, patchy. He’s dumb, and the people he likes most are the ones he pushes away the most. He’s terrified to lose them, but he’s even more terrified of things almost working out.”
“I don’t think he’s dumb,” you muse quietly. “But I’ll take your word for it. Take care yeah? Don’t let me have to patch you up again.”
You clap him on his good shoulder and head back to extraction. The last thing you hear from him, almost under his breath, is a quiet ‘maybe there is hope then.’
Whatever that means.
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Back at base, things are way less tense. Aside from Omega team’s triumph, Icebox was a total wipeout and the team managed to secure valuable intel about the mirror protocol’s next movements.
After dragging your tired bones to the infirmary and having Skye give you a top up, you’re about to hit the sack when a familiar form crosses your path. A lot of your hackles from earlier have gone down, and what the mirror Yoru had said flashes through your mind.
“Yoru!”
He turns around, face surly as ever.
“What is it, healbot? Come to gloat about your victory on the new frontier?”
You push back the instinctual retort, and opt for a more peaceful route. “Eh, the geodome was a bit touristy. I hear Icebox went well though. I don’t know what you did to get Viper commending you, but it sounds like you let ‘em have it.”
Yoru’s a bit caught offguard by your lack of defensiveness, but it doesn’t stop him from shooting back “yeah, turns out not having a healer is no big deal, actually.”
“That’s not what he said,” you muse. That piques his interest.
“Who?”
Oh shit.
“Oh, y’know…” you say evasively, waving your hand.
“Probably Phoenix, he doesn’t know shit.”
Oh? Bet. “Literally you,” you say before you can stop yourself.
That gets his full attention.
“The fuck do you mean me, patchy? I haven’t told you jack shit.”
You shoot a furtive glance around the corridor, and pull him into a small maintenance room shutting the door behind.
“Mirror you, idiot.”
“Where the fuck did you find my bastard clone? Scratch that, how the fuck did you have a full conversation with him?”
Ugh, no going back now. “It was… an arrangement of sorts. He was pretty dinged up and I-“ your voice catches here. “I couldn’t exactly walk past him when he was so hurt.”
“So, what, you healed him with your magic healing powers,” Yoru says incredulously.
“Don’t be mad…”
“Actually?” Yoru’s voice peaks, and you have to shush him, checking the handle.
“Hey if it was you surely you’d want the mirror me to he-“
He cuts you off. “Obviously but why the fuck would you heal me after all the shit I said earlier?”
This catches you off guard. “You… you were hurt, I know I’m not Sage but I thought you’d rather not die.”
“But like I obviously wasn’t serious about the whole healing thing. Wait…” he catches sight of your expression. “You thought I was serious about preferring Sage’s healing to yours?”
“Until he said something about it, Yoru, yeah. It got under my skin.”
He rocks back and puts a hand to his forehead, grimacing. “Shit. God. Fuck. I’m…” He grits his teeth. “I’m sorry. I- yeah that was on me. You know I don’t mean it right?”
Wow. An actual apology from Yoru? The fuck kind of magic did mirror Yoru work?
“Yoru it’s, it’s fine. I guess I put a lot of myself into my healing so it’s a point of pride for me. It kinda sucks when people turn around and say I’m less-than.”
“I know you put a lot of yourself in it,” he says quietly. “That’s… one of the things I really like about your healing. That’s why it’s… my favourite…” That last bit is barely audible.
A bit of a flush of pride starts to prickle your cheeks, though you try your best not to show it. “Yoru, you know you can just say that upfront, right? Like, it’s okay to recognise when you like what other people do.”
“I know. I know, I just-“ He mumbles the next bit. “What if they think I’m stupid for enjoying their help, and what if they don’t think as highly of me?” The light is low, but even so you can see the heat starting to radiate off his face as he gives you this surprising dose of honesty.
“Are you kidding me? You’re one of the best even in the protocol. Insane marksmanship, brilliant record and an amazing knack for getting behind enemy lines. Why would anyone think you’re stupid or not respect you.”
“But,” he sputters out. “I want you in particular to like me and like what I do.” Just as quickly as the words leave his mouth, he clamps his hands over and looks away, very pointedly avoiding eye contact.
Wow. Wow, okay.
“I should go,” he says abruptly, and whirls around to leave. Anticipating the gesture, you catch his wrist and tug him back.
“Yoru you freakin’ dumbass. I think you’re great. You’re one of my favourite people in the protocol, and I like it when you can be honest with me. I think it’s really sweet.”
Without warning, he draws in close, chest going up and down at quite a rate. He really looks like he wants something, wants to say something or do something, and you’re starting to get the sense you know what it is.
Fuck it, worth the risk.
You close the distance and press your lips against his. He goes completely stiff for a second and you almost freak out, worried that you’ve misread the many cues. But then he’s pushing into the kiss hungrily, his hands reaching around and pulling you close, growling at the sensation of finally having you up close.
Every movement you make, he leans into it and responds tenfold, huffing and tugging and trying to hold as much of you as he possibly can.
You both near run out of breath before you finally break, standing there panting and looking at each other. His hair is wild and his eyes are gleaming with no small amount of satisfaction, and maybe even a hint of relief.
He pulls you in close again, this time wrapping his arms around you for a bone-crushing hug. “Your clone is the fucking wing-man of the century,” you murmur into his ear.
Let’s imagine how Chamber would melt if reader told him that they trusted him. We all know people have said I love you to him, but how many said that they trusted him?
Wanted to write something short and sweet and this was the perfect request for that. I loved this concept a lot, thank you for this! Hope you enjoy :>
-Rigel
Chamber x Reader - Trust
Word Count: 892
Warnings: None
Days off weren’t common, so the time that the two of you did get off of work you liked to spend together. Chamber had been reading something while you laid down beside him, resting your head in his lap where his hand found its familiar place on your head with his fingers brushing through your hair.
Chamber remembers all of the little things about you. He remembers the foods that you refused to eat, movies that you mentioned you couldn’t stand, simple things like that. Right now, he remembers the time that you had told him that you could never seem to fall asleep easily, especially when it came to napping in the middle of the day. He remembers it because at the moment, your head is in his lap as the two of you sit on his bed and you’re fast asleep.
You look so calm when you sleep. There’s something so domestic about the simple act of napping with him that makes his chest tighten a little. His hand freezes in your hair. He doesn’t even want to breathe too deeply lest he wake you up. You lean into his hand even in sleep, and he relents and continues to move his fingers through your hair.
The two of you stay like that in silence. He knows that you’re probably going to apologize for falling asleep on him when you wake up, but he honestly hopes this won’t be the last time it happens.
Sure enough, in a few minutes, you’re slowly blinking awake but you don’t move from your place in his lap. You bring a hand up to groggily rub at your eyes for a second. You look up at Chamber with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you apologize, just like he thought you would.
“It’s quite alright, mon cœur. Did you have a nice nap?” He asks, and you hum.
“I did, you make quite the comfortable pillow.” You reach for his hand that has moved to rest on your cheek and press a kiss to his palm. You smile at the blush that spreads across his face at the gesture.
“While I did not mind at all, I thought you said that you couldn’t sleep during the day. Are you feeling alright?”
“I normally can’t, but I feel fine. I guess I just feel safe with you.” You answer so easily, closing your eyes again with a smile as you continue to hold onto Chamber’s hand. You don’t see the way Chamber’s eyes widen at the admission.
“What do you mean?”
“I trust you. You make me feel safe,” you say it like it’s just a given fact. Like it isn’t something that makes his face flush and his chest hurt.
Chamber feels his heart swell. He’s never heard anyone say that to him. Everyone he’s met has approached him with a constant reservation. Always hesitant to tell him anything. He’s never known what it’s like to be trusted by someone fully. To have someone give their heart to him in confidence. And to hear it from you of all people is making him far more emotional than he feels is rational. He feels the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes before he has the chance to stop them.
You open your eyes in time to see him bring his other hand up to wipe at his eyes. You sit up and turn to him in concern.
“Vincent, what’s wrong?”
He laughs softly, tears falling down his face.
“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I just-” he stops, laughing again as you hold his face in your hands, thumbs brushing away the tears. He tries to take a breath to calm himself down. “I’m sorry, mon chou, I don’t know why I’m crying. Really, I’m okay,” he tries to reassure you, covering your hands on his face with his own. “I’ve just never heard anyone tell me that before. It’s nice. I’m sorry if I have made you uncomfortable,” he explains. You know how much he hates crying in front of people, even you.
“Tell you what? That they trust you? I can tell you as many times as you like.” You kiss his forehead. “I know you’ll always be there for me.” You press another kiss to his cheek. “Whenever I’m around you I feel the safest I’ve ever been.” You turn his face to kiss his other cheek as he laughs. “I love you.” You kiss his nose. “I trust you, Vincent.” You finally kiss his lips. He’s still crying, but you can tell that they are definitely tears of joy.
“Thank you, mon amour,” he says when you part. “I love you so much.” He hopes you understand just how much you mean to him. How much you have changed him and how the very thought of you is enough to brighten his day. He’s so thankful to have met you, and he’s determined to make sure that you always continue to feel safe with him.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling yourself into his lap. He holds you tight against him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
The two of you stay like that for a while. Chamber leans back against the headboard of the bed frame, and eventually, both of you are asleep in each other’s arms, Chamber’s book long forgotten on the bed.
A/N: Came up with his concept in between work, so I decided to quickly write it up. The scenario is simple- how would the Valorant agents kiss you for the first time? I’m focusing on the kiss itself rather than the circumstances surrounding it. You can fill that in for yourself. Hope you guys like this post!
If you want to request anything, you can do so here.
Uhm so this is my first time requesting so sorry if i seem awkward!
So most Filipinos (from my experience) have a habit of pointing things out with their lips (basically making duck lips at the thing their pointing to) and i did that a week ago and my friend thought i was asking for a kiss.
So what I was thinking is could you write this situation with sova, chamber and yoru if possible?
Thank you in advance if you write this! <3
𝟑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 .
( Synopsis ) Filipino-styled duck lips sometimes lead to sweet misunderstandings.
( Author's Note ) POTEK YUNG PUSO KO JSSHSJSHHSDHSJSH
You don't seem awkward, don't worry! And I'm honored your first request is to me :D
If any of you want to know what I'm working on after this request, it's at the bottom of the post. I'm grateful for all of your consideration and thoughtfulness :>
( Pairings ) Established relationship. Separate! Sova, Chamber, and Yoru x GN! Filipino Reader
( Content Warnings ) PDA, uses of pet names: mon cœur and humming bird. Kisses, slight cursing.
( Word Count ) 1.0k+ words // NOT EDITED!
( 1 ) Diba — means “right” in Filipino.
[ star chosen: shoulder kisses . ]
"Do you remember where I last placed the cheap cologne, Mon cœur?"
You lifted your head from your book to meet his eyes, reflections mirrored through his polished glasses. For a moment, CHAMBER couldn't help but admire how the light filtered through the window perfectly defined your features. "You mean the expired cologne Cypher gave for Secret Santa?"
He breathed through his nose out of irritation. "Yes, that one. I was planning to finally throw it out, now that I have some spare time on my hands." Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
You pointed your lips to the drawers across the room. "(1) Diba you placed it inside the drawers and swore to never touch it again until you were going to throw it out? I think it's in there."
You returned to reading your book, unaware of Chamber freezing in place with utter confusion.
Why, were you almost, pouting? Chamber stood still, was this a habit of yours?
Were you asking for a kiss?
He didn't want to disturb you, so he decided to kiss your shoulder. Chamber held your shoulders and leaned in to give a quick peck. His hair tickled your neck, giving you goosebumps.
He heard your breath hitch, and he couldn't stop the smugness bubbling in him.
"W-what, what was that for?!" You screeched, heat rising to your cheeks. You covered your face with your book, embarrassment flooding your features.
"Were you not asking for a kiss...?"
"NO! I was pointing to the drawers with my lips! My hands were occupied with my book!"
You fanned yourself, trying to gather your composure from your boyfriend's swift and loving kiss.
"G-go get that cologne and throw it in the garbage! Don't forget to throw yourself with it!"
Chamber: 0, Garbage: 2
[ star chosen: chocolate kisses. ]
Ever since SOVA was introduced to Chocolate kisses, he became obsessed with them. It was sweet like the deserts his babushka made for him when he was a child.
Oftentimes, he would have some stored in his pocket and eat it at any time of the day. Brimstone getting mad at everyone? He would secretly open the wrapper and pretend to yawn, only to eat the chocolate in secrecy. Sleepy? Eat the sleepiness away.
"Would you like some chocolates, hummingbird?"
Sova didn't miss how you grinned lightly. Deep down inside, he grinned as well. Sova swelled with happiness and pride, glad to get a reaction from you from the small act of affection.
"What's with the new nickname?" Your voice was unusually meek, confidence wavering.
"Do you like it? I saw a beautiful hummingbird the other day. Its grace reminded me of you."
You nodded, admitting you liked the nickname. No point acting stubborn when he could read you like a book.
"Anyways, the chocolate?"
Sova made an 'oh' with his mouth, the chocolate slipping his mind for a second. He dug through his pockets and gave it to you.
You muttered a quiet 'thanks' and relished the tiny bit of comfort the sweet gave you. Sova observed you, glad you were beside him.
"Do you know where the trashcan is? I'll throw your trash as well."
You handed him the foil, and Sova was prepared to leave until,
"It's there. Thanks for the kiss, hehe."
You pointed your lips in a direction, but Sova never glanced that way.
Sova never kissed you a while ago, why were you thanking him? Was this your way of indirectly asking for one?
Sova held your cheek with his palm, and kissed your lips softly.
"Sova!"
He pulled back, did he misunderstand something or...
"Oh, God, I completely forgot Neon's warning to me about this." He heard you whisper. Was he missing something?
"I was thanking you for the chocolate kiss, dummy. And the direction I pointed with my lips, that's where the trash can is."
Oh.
[ star chosen: indirect kisses . ]
YORU made himself comfortable at the table the two of you sat on. He watched you fiddle with his jacket, patiently waiting for both of your orders.
"My jacket looks good on you."
"Hey!"
The mission the both of you were sent to was coincidentally near Tokyo, so Yoru offered to take you on a tour around the city to kill time.
"Aw, I never knew you were a considerate person!"
"Shut up, you're lucky in the first place you're dating me!"
Nonetheless, he knows how much you appreciate this by the looks on your face. Yoru made a mental note to bring you on outside dates more often.
He watched your eyes brighten up when they landed on the food.
While the waiter and Yoru were holding a conversation in their native language, you took the opportunity to take pictures of the food. No phones while eating, Yoru would tell you.
"Thank you for the food!" As usual, you were the first to take a bite.
The flavors exploded in your mouth, the noodles chewy with heavenly delight.
You were probably thinking how it was so much better than the paper instant noodles you and Jett ate from the convenience store.
"Better than instant noodles?" Yoru questioned.
"How'd you know?"
"It's because I'm your boyfriend."
"That's not a valid answer."
"It is, idiot."
He watched you laugh at both of your meaningless conversations. Your smile was cute.
"So, where do you want to go next?"
You pointed behind him with your lips. Little did he know you wanted to go to the arcade across the street. The windows gave a perfect view of the attractions around the area, and the arcade seemed bigger than the ones you went to when you were younger.
From Yoru's perspective though, you were pouting.
Did you want some of his noodles?
Yoru lifted his chopsticks and blew on the food, making sure it wasn't too hot. "Come closer."
You were confused at the sudden display of affection, but leaned forward and ate it. "Thank you."
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
Yoru watched you pout your lips again. Did you want more noodles?
"Oh, let's go there too."
Where?
Yoru furrowed his eyebrows, what were you even doing in the first place?
"Where are we going again?"
"To the arcade behind you."
Realization hit him. So that was why you were pouting...
Dammit. His noodles.
astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.
romantic!reader x agent ( established relationship )
a/n: NO PROOFREAD!!!! this gif is so intimidating? woah — also i’m not usually one 4 nicknames personally so these might not be the most accurate sorry
chamber
To nobody’s surprise: something french like mon cheri / ma chérie or so; will maybe call you something more extreme at the beginning and won’t tell you what it means ever, no matter how many times you ask.
astra
I picture astra to be somebody who goes kind of crazy with nicknames; and with crazy i mean choosing nicknames that aren’t common but in her eyes fit you perfectly. so maybe something like sunny instead of my sunshine, stuff like that.
viper
Nothing. she just says your name. ( she’s quite uncreative when it comes to things outside of academics )
skye
Once again: to no one’s surprise, she would use nicknames that are in some way related to nature such as my flower or my sunshine ( which is so adorable btw kicking my feet screaming and crying rn )
neon
Neon would probably keep it quite simple with nicknames like my love or babe. i headcanon her thoughts to be quite flickery like lightning so she just doesn’t have the patience to think of something new and original. doesn’t mean she loves you less though, just simply means she finds them to be just as fitting for you as a more extravagant name.
yoru
Will just call you idiot. or nerd. whichever one you prefer. he might sprinkle in a loser now and then if he’s feeling funky.
phoenix
Alright, so we all know he’s a goofy guy right because he’s just so quirky and silly all the time — but he does deem nicknames quite important to express his love for you which is why he doesn’t really kid around when it comes to that kind of stuff. a simple darling or love usually does the trick. if he is feeling more giddy or happy he’ll jokingly call you my treasure just to make you smile.
sage
MY BELOVED!!! my beloved. she will absolutely call you my beloved no questions asked, next one please.
omen
He has a very strong case of amnesia; that paired with his lack of communication about matters like love with his colleagues makes for a completely clueless omen who just calls you …. your name. probably wants to call you something else but has no idea how to approach that idea or if it’s something that’s even discussed in relationships. the ideas he has prepared in his head are horrendous though, so maybe it’s better to keep it that way.
You and Cypher share a room after all so there is only one bathroom. And one bed. Everyone in the protocol went out. Well at least, that’s what YOU know... You have a massive crush on Cypher and you go nuts for him but you don’t show him obvi.. Sometimes at target practice you would daydream out of nowhere about him and Raze would snap you out of it.
So present time again, you were on the bed scrolling through social media nothing much, watching random videos and then you feel a little stimulated.. you were wearing a cute sweater and a comfy mini-skirt by the way...
“My god.. why now...” You walk into the bathroom and u did NOT lock the door because you knew anyway that everyone was out. You sit down on the toilet and put down your skirt and underwear... you stroke your hair and you started rubbing yourself and feel yourself get wet.. .. minutes after, your legs start to shake and you moan.. “a-ahh.. f-fuck...” *huff huff* you’re sweating... “f-fuck... C-Cypher.. “ you not knowingly moaning his name as you continue to rub yourself and caress your thighs.
ok, here it comes
... Cypher walks into the room with his laptop and is ready to change into something else. The room was quiet and empty. At least that’s what HE THOUGHT. He was walking to the bathroom quickly until he heard someone. Cypher saw the door was open so he decided to hear first if someone was really there and if he wasn’t crazy. The next thing he heard was you moaning..
fuck.
“C-Cypher.. f-fuck me h-harder w-won’t you??” h
e heard your shaky voice and he knew EXACTLY what you were doing.. he backed out immediately and was flustered and red-faced. He panicked. He didn’t mean to hear you. When he heard the moans were gone, he quickly pretended to be occupied with his laptop.
You finally finished and cleaned yourself. You walked out of the bathroom while you fixed your skirt. And your eyes meet with Cypher’s.
“
oh my... fucking..”
you said quietly while you both stare at each other.
“
no, I-I just g-got here actually-
” Cypher replied.
“
WHAT DID YOU HEAR....”
you exclaimed, panicking red-faced and embarrassed.
yandere agents x reader (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix)
word count: 1550+
warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, manipulation (guilt tripping, blackmail, etc.), mentions of murder. please do not read if you are sensitive to any of these topics. the behavior below is not condoned.
cypher
danger level (in general): 11/10
stalker - his obsession fuels his need to know every little thing about you. and he does. he has cameras in your room, so he knows what you're doing every waking hour of every day. he finds out your whole background before you joined valorant protocol. he unearths all your secrets, no matter how hard or how well you try to hide them. he probably has a whole database dedicated to you. cypher knows your schedule and daily routine so he can plan his day around you. when he can't be around you, he'll watch your every move on cams, either in his workshop or portably on his hand. you're always in sight.
possessive - he’ll let you hang around other people (he's not too worried because he has cams in every corner of headquarters, even in other agents’ rooms), but he won't let you get too close to any of them. if and when he sees anyone trying to hit on you, he’ll see to it that you're his and only his.
manipulative - one way of this is by digging into other agents’ pasts and revealing their horrible, horrible secrets to you in private, just to let you know who you're dealing with. if someone has a clean history, he'll fabricate some dreadful act to make you back away from them and into his arms where you rightfully belong.
murderous - if all else fails and you keep interest in another agent, he will be forced to take them out. after all, he's always been a killer, and you can bet that they'll never find out it was him. he will delete all the video footage, remove the evidence, wipe down his fingerprints if he left any, and if there's another agent that's getting too close to you, he'll frame them and get them out of protocol, and far, far away from you.
protective - he just wants you to be safe, that's all. he won't be too overbearing, like keeping you away from knives, guns, and other weapons since that's what your job is, but he'll be especially on edge on missions. you're always in sight or in his safe reach, so he can protect you from any unseen dangers. this also ties in with him being possessive. he just doesn't want any of those other agents getting their hands on you. imagine what they could do to you if he didn't stop them. he just has to intervene.
somewhat projective - your kindness reminds him of nora (if she was his s/o then). this plays a part in him being protective. he can understand that you are a completely different person from her and will not actually project her onto you, but he just can't let what happened to her happen to you as well. he just has to protect and watch over your innocent heart.
blackmail - after all he's done for you, you still don't want to be with him? fine. if it takes some coercion for you to be together, then so be it. he’ll casually hold your secrets over your head, threatening to “accidentally” let them out to the public unless you date him. what? it's not like he actually would do that...or would he?
sova
danger level - 7/10
protective - in his distorted view, you're just so meek and innocent, like prey waiting for the predator to strike. somehow, he has fallen for the prey, and he cannot let the slobbering, vicious people around you taint and take advantage of you. he won't let anybody get too close to you for fear of what they might do to you. you're too gentle, too fragile for that. one wrong touch or one wrong word could break you. he can't let that happen. he knows you'll be safe with him.
intimidating - he would not kill anyone, though the hunter in him says to rid the world of its beasts. he would rather just scare anyone off with an icy look that says that he very well could kill them with the utmost efficiency and precision, but he chooses not to. how would anyone get past him, though? he's always around you, lingering on your trail like a shadow. he towers over most agents, and it's clear that he's a muted, silent type of dangerous. he's calm, calculated, like a hunter should be. just the thought of him snapping and running wild is enough to scare anyone off, if they weren't already.
capture - if he feels like the beasts that surround you are nearing, he'll take matters into his own hands and take you away, somewhere where you can be safe in his company. preferably, you'll just be alone with him, only seeing other people occasionally. he'll go wherever you go, you'll follow wherever he leads. it's a peaceful, isolated life. what more could you ask for?
training - he sees you as an animal already. if you do something good, he'll shower you with kisses, love, and anything else because you're just so perfect and pure for him. if you do something not to his liking, such as trying to escape or even speaking to other people, however, he might just leave you out in the freezing cold of russia. maybe then you’ll learn your lesson of how to be as pristine as the enveloping white tundra. you're the prey, and he's your protector. there's no need to get out of line.
yoru
danger level - 9/10
aggressive to others - if he's not happy with someone else, he’ll make it known by either threatening them or cussing them out. he just can't stand anyone trying to get close to his love.
jealous - on that same note, he'll make sure no one gets too friendly with you. that privilege is for him and him only, and all these idiots should know their place. he has trouble sharing, after all.
monopolizing - he wants to know what you were doing talking to anyone and everyone outside of missions, no matter if your tasks around protocol necessitate it. he doesn't trust anyone talking with you or hanging out with you.
irritable - he would never hurt you on purpose, but he does get mad at you like he does with other people. he yells and exerts his anger on surrounding objects or in the gun range (since he does get a little trigger happy), but he never intends to hurt you. if he does somehow accidentally hurt you, physically or verbally, he'll apologize immediately but will then try to blame it on you for making him angry in the first place.
snapping - he must be pushed very far to kill because when he snaps, he snaps. he gets so caught in his emotions, he'll forget to be rational like he usually is. he’s always been logical and has been able to keep his head, but when it comes to you, he'll be seeing red. he'll kill in public, even in front of you, before he realizes what he's done. if he can think straight for just a minute, he might even bring someone into another dimension and kill them there. either way, he's brutal, and he’ll take you away to be with him someplace else when the job is done.
phoenix
danger level - 8/10
manipulative - he's scarily talented at acting. he can cry crocodile tears all day, and you would always believe him. he’ll guilt trip you into dating him, saying that he can't live without you and that you're too good for him. you think he's just being nice with what he's saying and that he seems like a good enough guy, though maybe a little too hard on himself sometimes, so you take the bait. good. that's what he planned.
easily attached - if you show him any signs of you falling for him, he'll get attached and think you're the one for him. he’ll believe that you're perfect and that you must be his. at any cost.
clingy - he wants to be near you 24/7. he just gives you puppy dog eyes that you can't possibly resist, so you let him stick to your side like he's glued to you.
monopolizing - he'll let you be friends with other agents, sure, but that doesn't mean he won't stick his nose into your business and ask what you were doing spending time or talking with another agent. it may appear like he's just curious, but on the inside, he's fuming. you have to constantly reassure him that you only have eyes for him, and that only deepens his obsession for you.
(seemingly) unstable - one second, he's crying like someone doused his flame, visibly deflated. the next second, he's all smiles like someone reignited him with gasoline. all the time, though, he's scheming. he's smarter than he looks. he knows how to make you crack, to make you stay with him. everything he does has an intention, from every pout to every grin.
framing - if someone forces his hand, he'll kill. he might not want it to end that way, but he has to. and as i said, he's a great actor. he'll plant evidence and pretend the whole way through. it's not likely that they'll find out it's him; he just plays his part like it's the truth, and he plays his cards all too well. anything to be with you.
