#harbor x reader

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Varun "Harbor" Batra

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

PURPLE = SFW

PINK = NSFW

HEADCANONS

TO BE ADDED

SCENARIOS

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- NOX, SHADOW MIMIC; ARCHIVIST

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Agents With A Male Singer Reader

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Request: Hi, can you make headcannons of Habor, Tejo, Chamber and Yoru, with a male singer reader? His power is all about music

I mainly used Lucio from Overwatch as inspiration

Abilities -

Can send a sound pulse (Looks like an orb) into a nearby wall, acting as a sensor. If an enemy walks into its range it’ll deafen them and alert allies.

Gives teammates and yourself a speed boost.

Able to set up small speaker-like devices, playing music to cover your team's footsteps and deafen the enemies.

Ult - Sets off a giant sound wave, deafening and stunning enemies caught inside.

Sometimes your music catches him off guard, which causes him to pause and lean / walk towards the speaker. He’s nearly given your team away, so you’ve started giving him warning.

Loves the music choice though, and tells you this afer the mission. (It’s your songs.)

Would love to go to your shows / concerts but due to the fact that he’s wanted, he can’t really show up as often as he would like.

Tries his best to make up for it at base, cooking meals and being by your side. Always apologizes for not being there for you.

Softly brags to the other agents about dating you, “Astra, did you listen to Y/N’s newest song? He said it was inspired by me!” “How sweet is that? I’ll have to listen soon.”

He always appreciates the speed boost, makes sure to thank you everytime, some during the mission, some after.

Tries to go to as many shows / concerts as possible, but never out with the audience. Instead he’ll sit backstage messing with whatever he can get his hands on.

Has albums full of videos and photos of you, doesn’t really try to hide them, if you find them he doubles down.

Later in the day after you’ve done everything but just before bed he’ll ask you to sing, if you don’t want to he won't push it, but loves when you do.

Makes sure you’re aware of how much he appreciates your ultimate, especially when paired with his. It’s a guaranteed ace when both are in use, often thanking you for your help.

While he specialises in weapons he’ll try to design custom tools and devices, always finds you and presents them in private.

Loves hearing you sing, although depending on what your genre is he might not show up to all the shows / concerts you perform at. (Always facetimes you to make up for it.)

He also has a whole album of videos and photos of you singing, in your outfits, backstage and you singing at him, like pointing and all.

Is a fan of some music before bed, so he’ll ask if you can sing him a song, doesn’t push it if not. Instead he’ll put on one of your songs.

Always the first to pop around a corner to take down an unaware enemy, thanks you in his own special way.

Always goes to whatever shows / concerts you play at, of course he can’t if a really important mission comes up. But he comes by as much as possible, often hiding backstage until you show up, scaring you in turn.

He is occasionally caught in some photos fans took on their way out, a blurry image of you kissing him. No one can tell who he is though, all they can see is a man covered in blue.

Cypher finds it funny though, making sure no one actually realises who it is and loves watching your fans.

‘Famous singer Y/N was caught kissing someone! Is he hiding a secret lover?’ ‘I wish that was me [emoji]’

Has a secret playlist of all your music, has his favourites of course, but likes them all.

[saltyyuuri]

Got any NSFW headcanons for Harbour? Pretty please???

Sorry for how late I was to answer this but here are a couple 😘

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He's canon: rather playful, cheerful and positive - and he often makes little plays on words according to his power. He's also pretty confident. Based off of that and the character himself:

I'd assume he would be the type to start playful: not make direct advances. Little teases or actions that could give off the hint without being blantantly obvious. Like play on words, subtle actions or preparations

Speaking of preparations; seeing as he's generally portrayed as a good boy (cOuGh) he'd probably have a comfy spot set up, either already having the bed ready with stuff like a towel or extra pillows, same going for the couch or any surface that is going to be used. Probably would have extra supplies just in case even if they aren't necessary

Now with what I just said you'd assume vanilla- and I would say probably he would be for the start. But more as to test the waters (cOUgH). Open to try new things but still has boundaries on anything that goes a little too far (like sadomazo stuff or kinks that could be a little too painful for either he might not be willing.) buuuut I would definitely see him being okay to try things like rigging, some roleplay and sensory play

Switch. Could be called a good boy and can also be the one taking the lead, probably would go with the flow according to the mood no matter

Oh and before I forget, this man has long hair for a reason. And you know exactly that reason. Hair pulling (done right) and he'd melt. I'm not talking about yanking or just tugging at random; no. The technique where you run your hand from the base of the neck, fingers out and nails slightly scraping the scalp as your hand goes up onto his head and then you start pulling downward with the whole hair mass, not just a couple strands. Side note, headscratches are a yes-considering his hair is always tied up it probably does wonders to his scalp to get his head scratched and massaged.

Unironically would love doing it in the shower/bath/hottub/pool ect. And would probably have fun using the water to his will to create sensory play.

Scratching: yes, hickeys: yes, biting: only in certain spots and only during the act; I'd see him being the type of guy that during the act he wouldn't mind too much like on the shoulders- but outside of it would just start saying "Ow- no-" even if the teeth aren't even sinking in the skin. Hell, if you're just a repetitive biter, just seeing teeth and he'll probably already have a hand up to your mouth.

Pet name; definitely the kind of guy to give a lot of pet names. The sweet kind, like "love", "sweetheart", "darling", "dear" and "Honey".

Praise kink: giving and receiving. He's already pretty positive in general and in a few of his voice lines he does praise his fellow agents. He'd be the type to tell you when your doing something good, which, side note, he would definitely be very vocal. Not a silent guy at all- moans, whimpers, groans, you name it. So if he doesn't actually get the words out, you're going to know one way or another. But he also likes receiving praise-

After care: cuddles, either just watching a movie and chilling, either getting drinks or doing something generally relaxing like taking a bath or a warm shower. If he was the dom he'll take extra care in what he does like the cleanup, giving a massage afterwards and whatnot. If he was the Sub he'll still take care but not as much- meaning it's your turn to take care of him a bit. So when roles are switched it's really for both

Side note and not so much NSFW, he'd repeat the type of guy to get one random love song stuck in his head and hum it for a while, occasionally singing it around his partner, especially the parts he relates to (ex: "ordinary" , "the Angels up in the clouds will be jealous of what we found, something so out of the ordinary- I'll be kissing the grounds of your sanctuary...") but I also see him being the kind of guy that when an explicit song starts to play and he actually listens to lyrics he look over to his partner with a smirk and a wink, then doing that thing where you look them up and down as if you're checking them out- that would definitely be one of those little teasing things he'd do

Anyways I hope these head cannons please you; that's my take on what I think Harbor would be like!

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Double Date

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Request: Hi I saw that you unpaused requests for val and was wondering if you could a scenario for Harbor, Gekko and chamber (separately) where they have a civilian partner and that gets tricked by their mirror selves? Like they get home and see reader hugging/kissing their mirror?

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, almost smacking himself to make sure it was true. A small group of agents were sent after his double, the group included himself, Killjoy and Sova. They expected to find other Omega agents or something else, but no, here his double was on a date.

On a date with you! His partner? The only reason he could ever see this happening is if you didn’t notice the difference, which is very likely. The others sensed his anger, but they could only watch as you dragged his double around, shouting his name when you noticed something nice.

Oh how he wished he was down there, spoiling you but no! Here he was on a mission watching you two go about your day, but it wasn’t his time yet so he had to wait. But look, he’ll give it to the guy, he is spoiling you like you deserve.

It’s been weeks since Mateo was home, but he always made sure to say bye when he left. And also a real dramatic return, except for today. You noticed when he entered but there wasn’t any loud ‘Hello’ or anything, maybe something happened. So when he tugged you to the couch to cuddle you didn’t say no.

Hours passed as you watched some show you wanted to catch up on, barely reacting when the door opened again. Only moving when you felt something nudge your head, turning to see Dizzy, who paused when she saw Mateo. Suddenly spraying… whatever she made at him (Honestly, what it is?), before floating away.

Sitting up, which also caused Mateo to as well, you turned again to see… Mateo? Huh? Their eyes widened before one rushed at the other, who ran outside, what was happening? In your moment of quiet Wingman waddled in, holding Mateo’s phone which was on call with someone else. The phone said ‘Sage’.

“Is this Y/N?” “Yes, I assume you know what is happening?” “Yes, we’ll confirm everything later, but you need to stay inside for now.” With that she hung up, “C’mon then bud, you’re staying with me.”

“Vincent, about time!” He was nearly 15 minutes late for your date, “I’m sorry Mon cher, there was… something important I had to do.” Brushing his hand over his vest and fixing his hair, “But I’m all yours for the night.”

Something felt off but you just couldn’t put your finger on it, so you brushed it off for the moment but could never completely forget about it. The whole night it was nagging at the back of your mind, but the rest of the night went off without a hitch.

But as soon as you stepped out of the restaurant you ran into… Vincent? “Amour, what are you doing with… him?” The one you weren’t dining with reached out for your hands, pulling you closer. As soon as you were behind him, you felt safer.

Maybe it was the fact Vincent was here, for you nonetheless. And also the two other people sneaking up on the one you ate with. You should’ve ate in.

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Harbor x female reader one-shot

"Special delivery!" Your voice echoes through the Valorant compound's common area as you navigate the security checkpoint . The guards barely glance at your credentials anymore – you're as much a fixture here as the training dummies.

"Please tell me those are my muffins," Jett materializes beside you, practically vibrating with excitement.

You laugh, carefully setting down your loaded delivery cart. "Yes, your hotteok-inspired muffins are here. And before anyone else shows up—" you start pulling out labeled boxes "—Raze's pão de queijo, Sova's black bread, and... where did I put Cypher's baklava?"

"Looking for this?" Varun's deep voice makes you turn. He's holding up the box in question, a knowing smile on his face. "I intercepted it at the front gate. Had to make sure it was... secure."

"The only thing that needs securing is your sweet tooth," you tease, noting the telltale crumbs on his vest. "That was meant for Cypher."

"I'll make it up to him." Varun moves closer, ostensibly to help unload your cart, but his hand lingers on yours longer than necessary. "Though I'm still waiting for my cardamom cookies."

"Second delivery of the day, remember? These are just breakfast essentials."

"BREAKFAST!" Gekko bursts into the room, Phoenix hot on his heels. "Yo, did you bring those chocolate croissants? The ones from yesterday were insane!" You start distributing boxes, watching fondly as the agents gather around like eager kids. It's hard to believe these are the same people you see on the news, fighting world-threatening dangers. Right now, they're just people excited about fresh-baked goods.

"Sage, your green tea bread is in the blue box," you call out, spotting the healer trying to peek around Fade. "And yes, I remembered the extra sesame seeds."

"You spoil us," Sage says warmly, collecting her box.

"That's literally my job," you remind her, but you're smiling. Over the past year, these deliveries have become more than just business. Each recipe is carefully tailored to bring a taste of home to these agents who give up so much to protect others. Varun appears at your elbow again, helping you restack empty boxes. "You know," he says quietly, "you could just leave everything in the kitchen."

"And miss all this?" You gesture to where Gekko is dramatically declaring his love for your pastries while Fade rolls her eyes. "Besides, how else would I get to see you?"

His expression softens. "Dinner tonight? That little place by your bakery?"

"Can't. Got a massive wedding cake order to finish." You reach up to straighten his collar, a habit you've developed over months of stolen moments between deliveries. "But I might have some extra cardamom cookies that need taste-testing around nine."

"Nine it is."

The next morning starts like any other – up at 4 AM, ovens warming, dough rising. You're humming as you shape Brimstone's favorite sourdough when the first window breaks.

The smoke comes next.

"She's not answering." Varun's voice is tight as he stares at his phone. The pre-dawn sky is tinted orange with flames, reflecting off the water gathering unconsciously around his feet.

"Harbor," Brimstone warns, using his code name in the field. "We do this by the book."

But Varun's already moving, water surging around him as he pushes through the police line. He finds you outside your burning bakery, soot-stained and shaking, clutching a charred recipe book to your chest.

"Varun," you choke out, and he pulls you into his arms, not caring about the ash or the witnesses or protocol.

"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you."

"Brimstone, sir." Varun's voice is uncharacteristically formal as he stands in the commander's office. "A moment?" Brimstone looks up from his tactical display, noting the unusual tension in his controller's stance. "What's on your mind, Harbor?"

"It's about the baker – about her." Varun runs a hand through his hair, leaving it slightly disheveled. "She's lost everything. Her home was above the bakery, her business..."

"I'm aware of the situation."

"She needs somewhere safe. Somewhere protected." Varun straightens his shoulders. "I'm requesting permission to bring her into the compound." Brimstone's eyebrows rise. "That's not a small ask. This is a military facility, not a refugee center."

"She's already cleared for daily access. Has been for over a year." Varun steps forward, placing both hands on Brimstone's desk. "Sir, she's been targeted because of her connection to us. We owe her this."

"We owe a lot of people, Harbor."

"Then let me rephrase." Varun's voice drops lower, more serious than Brimstone has ever heard it. "I'm not leaving her vulnerable. If the compound isn't an option, I'll find somewhere else, but I'll be going with her." Brimstone studies him for a long moment, then sighs. "You're really ready to walk away from Valorant? For a baker?"

"For her? Yes."

Another long pause, then Brimstone's face cracks into a slight smile. "Well, damn, son. Why didn't you lead with that?" He taps something into his display. "I'll have quarters arranged. But Harbor?"

"Sir?"

"She's your responsibility. And if this compromises any missions..."

"It won't," Varun promises, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, sir."

"Don't thank me yet. Wait until you see how the others react to having their favorite baker under the same roof."

Three weeks later, the Valorant compound's kitchen has become your new domain. It's different – sterile and industrial where your bakery was cozy and worn – but you're adapting. The agents help in their own ways: Killjoy upgraded all the ovens, Sage brings you herbs from her garden, and Varun... well, Varun barely leaves your side.

"That's the fourth time you've checked the security feeds," you note, catching him glancing at his tablet again. "Can't be too careful," he mutters. "We still don't know who targeted you."

You set down your rolling pin, wiping flour on your apron. "Varun." "The timing's too convenient. Right after you signed the expanded contract with Valorant—" "Varun." "—and there have been other incidents with our suppliers—"

"VARUN!"

He stops, finally looking at you properly. There's flour in your hair and worry in his eyes, and suddenly you can't stand the distance between you. You cross the kitchen to take his face in your hands. "I'm okay," you tell him firmly. "I'm here, I'm safe, and I'm not going anywhere."

"But your bakery—"

"Was just a building." Your thumb traces his cheekbone, leaving a faint white streak. "Everything that matters – my recipes, my skills, the people I care about – that's all still here. Including this very handsome, very overprotective man who's about to miss out on fresh cardamom cookies if he doesn't stop brooding."

That gets a small smile. "You're making them now?" "Was going to, but someone keeps distracting me with security concerns." "I do not brood," he protests, but his arms slide around your waist. "You absolutely do. Now, are you going to help me bake, or—"

"YO!" Gekko's voice echoes from the doorway. "Is that cardamom I smell? Hook me up!" Varun's grip tightens slightly. "We're closed." "But—" "Closed," Varun repeats, a hint of his controller authority creeping in.

You hide your smile in his chest as Gekko retreats, grumbling about favoritism. "You know they're just going to try stealing them later."

"Let them try." Water ripples briefly around his feet. "These ones are just for us." You reach up to kiss him softly, tasting traces of the cardamom cookie he definitely snuck earlier. "My possessive water bender."

"Your what now?"

"Never mind." You pat his chest, leaving a flour handprint. "Help me with these cookies, and I might make those masala chai scones you love."

Varun knows something is wrong the moment he enters the common area. There's a suspicious lack of agents, for one thing. And there's a familiar sweet-spicy scent in the air that should definitely not be there, because those treats were supposed to be in his quarters, specially made just for him.

He rounds the corner to find Phoenix and Gekko sprawled on the couch, crumbs everywhere, and a very familiar box between them. On the floor lies a discarded note with a cute angry face drawn on it and the words "VARUN'S ONLY" in your handwriting.

"Those," he says, his voice dangerously calm as water begins to pool around his feet, "were mine."

Phoenix freezes mid-bite. "Uh... mate... we can explain..."

"Yoru dared us!" Gekko blurts out, already backing away.

"Wrong answer." The water rises.

Phoenix grabs Gekko's arm. "Run!" Varun's shout echoes through the compound: "GET BACK HERE WITH MY MASALA TREATS!"

You're in the middle of kneading dough when a soaking wet Phoenix and Gekko burst into the kitchen, followed by a very smug-looking Varun.

"Really?" you ask, trying not to laugh at their drenched appearance. "They stole my special box," Varun says, attempting to look dignified despite the satisfaction radiating from him.

"So you turned the common room into a swimming pool?" "They deserved it." He walks over to kiss your flour-dusted cheek. "Those were my treats. You even put a note."

"I'll make you more," you promise, patting his chest. "Though maybe next time I'll label them 'Property of Harbor' with a skull and crossbones."

"That won't stop us!" Gekko declares, then immediately ducks behind Phoenix when Varun turns to glare at him. "Out," Varun commands, pointing to the door. "Both of you. And if I catch you near my treats again..."

They scramble away, leaving puddles in their wake. You turn to face Varun, trying to maintain a stern expression. "You're going to have to mop that up, you know."

He pulls you close, not caring about the flour that transfers to his clothes. "Worth it. Though I am still short one box of special treats."

"Poor baby," you tease, reaching up to smooth his furrowed brow. "How about I make you a fresh batch? With extra cardamom this time?"

His face lights up, then immediately tries to school itself into something more dignified. "If you insist."

You laugh, stretching up to kiss him. "Just try not to flood the compound when Yoru inevitably puts them up to stealing these ones too."

"No promises," he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel his smile. "A man has to defend his territory."

"Your territory being... baked goods?"

"My territory being anything you make specially for me." His arms tighten around you. "I don't share well."

"I've noticed." You pull back just enough to look at him properly. "Now, are you going to help me clean up this flour, or are you too busy plotting revenge against treat thieves?"

"Can't I do both?"

The sound of your laughter mixing with his deep chuckle echoes through the kitchen, and you think that maybe, just maybe, losing your bakery led you exactly where you were meant to be – even if you do have to deal with treat-stealing agents and an overprotective water-wielding boyfriend who turns the compound into a splash park at the slightest provocation.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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Dating Harbor As Brimstone's Adopted Son

Words: 309

Request: Hey how's it going? I saw the open requests and wanted to know if you could make Habor with a male reader, who has powers of electricity, and who is Brimstone's adopted son. And how they met and what their relationship is like

First meeting with Brimstone:

I imagine your first meeting is a protocol mission.

With your powers of electricity and no help controlling it, this causes Kingdom to come after you.

So the protocol was sent on a mission to save you, but the original outcome was to get you somewhere safe, instead ending with Brimstone taking you in.

Being adopted:

The others notice it before either of you two do.

He watches over nearly everything you do, especially your training, and for the first while he goes on any missions that you do.

He very quickly becomes your father, definitely calls you kiddo and son. He has to walk away when you first call him dad, this man almost cries.

If he could officially file the paperwork he would, but due to everything happening, you’ll have to settle for this.

At some point he starts introducing you as his son to the new agents which definitely throws plenty of them off.

How you meet Harbor:

Probably when he first joins the protocol, officially meeting him when they land back at base.

He falls in love at first sight, while you take a little bit more to warm up to him.

You two start dating:

If harbor is being honest, Brimstone kinda intimidates him, so he tries to hide his confession.

Takes you out for dinner then pops the question, part of him is waiting for your rejection but the other side is hoping you’ll say yes, and you do!

We would be yelling about your relationship but due to brim, he has to hold off.

Brimstone learns and reacts:

Does the classic dad talk with Harbor.

As much as he trusts the two of you together, your powers though? Nope.

Mandatory training just in case, as he knows that something can and will happen.

Once Brimstone gets past the whole ‘overprotective dad’ now that you’re dating, he will brag to the others about your relationship for you.

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S/O With A Stalker

Words: 210

Request: Hi I saw u opened your requests and was wondering if you could do Harbour and Gekko with an s/o that has a stalker? I completely understand if you’re not comfortable writing that tho.

Depending on the stalkers ‘skill’ it might take him a while to notice, so he could notice them instantly or you’ll have to tell him.

He does his best to comfort you the whole time this is happening.

He’s more than willing to go get Cypher and Fade to interfer and trade in a few favours for their help.

Much more involved in your daily life (Whether you’re an agent or not) to keep you safe.

If it comes down to it he will fight the stalker (He’s smart enough to bring someone else for his and your safety)

Feel like he won't notice for a while, so unless you tell him, make it obvious that you're uncomfortable or the stalker is being obvious, he won’t notice.

When he does he’s buddies are now on guard whenever they’re out with you (Meaning he goes out with you with you a lot more)

Accidentally gets the help of others into this, he starts by telling them what happened and somehow ends up with Cypher's help.

Can fight if necessary but tries to steer clear of that option, trying to keep you away from the person.

Does his best to comfort you about the situation throughout the whole thing alongside his buddies.

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Part 1.

You have thrown him so many death glares, so many threats, so many cussing, so many scoffs, disdainful looks... but he kept coming back at you. His smiles, his teasings, his jokes, everything in him exhausted you. He even stole your nightly moments of peace at the pool. And he did not seem to understand why you were so hostile to him. No. Harbor did not seem to want to understand why. So when Gekko came asking you what has he done for you to despise him so much, you couldn't help but scoff.

"Existing is a big enough felony," you grumbled and rolled your eyes when he laughed.

"Seriously, though," he giggled. "How did your beef started ?"

You remembered sighing when Harbor joined Valorant. You found him so loud and energy-draining that you mentally agreed with yourself to avoid as much interaction as possible. You just introduced yourself to be polite and walked away...and he followed you like a lost child. You then slowly discovered he had a talent for getting in your way. He took your targets during operations, distracted you during trainings and meditations, followed you whenever you had a solo mission, and even damaged your stuffs.

You found him overwhelming.

Ever since you met him, there were not a day when you were not tired of his presence. And when you saw him enter the common area, you stood up from your seat and threw a last glance at Gekko.

"It all started when your coach decided he wanted to breathe the same air as me."

Later that night, you were peacefully meditating on the edge of the pool when Harbor came to sit beside you. You clenched your jaw and braced yourself, mentally preparing yourself for anything coming from him. But nothing came. The silence remained, only disturbed by the soft sound of water. Yet, his presence was still heavy. He did not need to open his mouth to be seen.

Then quietly, he hand you something. A locket. Your locket you were looking for everywhere. You took it, then looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You stole it ?"

He let out a little snort and shook his head, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"I found it this morning in the VLR/T. Want me to help you put it on ?"

You looked at him with a wary glare, eyeing him from head to toe.

"No."

"I will not strangle you," he laughed.

You scoffed and put on your locket by yourself. You then stood up and started to walk away. But as your hand reached the scanner to open the door, you heard him standing up behind you. However, he did not come closer.

"What can I do to make you stop despising me ?"

You finally opened the door, a little scoff escaping your lips.

"Start by respecting my personal space."

He said nothing more as you went back inside. It seemed like Gekko was right. Harbor thought to thank him and ask for more advice. 'Read the air' he said. He maybe should learn how to read you. He didn't want to observe you from afar. He wanted to feel your presence as much as possible. But he didn't want to scare you away either. And as difficult as it was for him, he decided to let you breathe a little.