LAUGH!!
---------------------------------------------------
Genre : fluff
Tw : none
Pairing : Omen x Chatty! Reader
Characters : you, omen, neon, killjoy
Story : did you just laugh???
The halls of the Valorant Protocol headquarters were still unfamiliar to you. Each day, you roamed its maze-like corridors, chatting with anyone who crossed your path. Bright-eyed and full of energy, you were determined to make the stoic and enigmatic team feel like family.
It had been a few weeks since your arrival, and you were still adjusting. Today, as you wandered, you stumbled into Neon and Killjoy near the armory.
“Hey, new kid!” Neon greeted with her usual spark of enthusiasm. Killjoy adjusted her cap and smiled. “How’re you settling in?”
“Still getting lost,” you admitted with a laugh, shaking your head. “But it’s all good! I think I’ve memorized half the hallways now. You two just back from a mission?”
Neon nodded. “Yup. Went smooth. Killjoy’s gadgets worked like magic, as always.” Killjoy grinned, waving dismissively. “Team effort, you know.”
After exchanging a few more words, you waved them off and continued your exploration. Eventually, you found yourself in the living room. The sight that greeted you was… unexpected.
Omen, the shadowy figure who rarely spoke, sat on the couch, a crochet hook in hand. A half-finished scarf—or was it a blanket?—lay draped across his lap.
“Hey, Omen!” you chirped, plopping down onto the couch across from him.
Omen’s glowing eyes flicked upward briefly, then back to his work. “Hmm.”
You blinked, surprised. “Ooh! You responded to me! We're making progress right?” Omen didn’t answer, but you grinned anyway, launching into a story about your day.
-----------------✧-----------------
The next day, you found Omen in the same spot, now working on what looked like a pair of gloves. “Good morning, Omen!” you called, sitting across from him again.
“Morning,” Omen murmured, his voice low and gravelly, almost lost in the sound of his hook sliding through yarn. You leaned forward, grinning. “You know, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”
Omen said nothing, but there was a subtle pause in his movements, just long enough for you to notice.
-----------------✧-----------------
By the third day, you didn’t hesitate to join Omen. This time, you brought a snack to share. “I brought cookies! Want one?” you asked, holding out a plate.
Omen glanced at the plate, then back at his project. “No.”
“Your loss,” you replied cheerfully, biting into one. “More for me.”
A long silence stretched between you, comfortable in its simplicity.
-----------------✧-----------------
On the fourth day, you caught Omen in the middle of finishing his scarf. “That’s looking pretty good,” you remarked, watching the shadowy figure tie off the last knot.
Omen held the scarf up, examining it. “It’s flawed.” You tilted your head. “Looks perfect to me.”
Omen set it aside, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re easily impressed.”
You smirked. “And you’re impossible to impress.”
-----------------✧-----------------
The fifth day brought something new. You sat down, watching as Omen began a new project—a beanie, perhaps? “You know,” you began, “if you ever wanted to teach me how to crochet, I wouldn’t say no.”
Omen didn’t look up. “It requires patience.”
“Hey!” you protested. “I can be patient!”
Omen let out a quiet hum, the closest he’d come to amusement yet.
-----------------✧-----------------
By the sixth day, you had a joke ready. You walked in, plopped down on the couch, and grinned at Omen.
“Why don’t skeletons fight each other? … Because they don’t have the guts!” To your shock, Omen let out a soft chuckle. It was low, almost a whisper, but undeniably there.
You gasped. “Did you just laugh?!”
Omen froze, his hook hovering mid-stitch.
“You laughed!” you exclaimed, your grin stretching ear to ear. “Oh my gosh, your laugh is so cute! Laugh again! Please, come on!” Omen turned his glowing eyes toward you, his expression unreadable. “You’re loud.”
“And you’re adorable,” you shot back, leaning closer. “Seriously, laugh again! I’ll even tell you another joke!” Omen resumed his work, his aura calm despite your excited outburst.
The room filled with your chatter and Omen’s quiet hums of acknowledgment. And though your worlds were different, for a moment, everything felt calm.
---------------------------------------------------
<- MASTERLIST
-> I'm hardstuck help me.