Hii!! just wondering if you could do a chamber x fem or gn reader where they are dating but chamber gets jealous of another agent in the protocol <33
Heeheehoohoo this wasn’t sitting in m y inbox for months no no (frimsosorrybutireallyhopeyouenjoy)
Chamber x fem!Reader: The Jealous Type
Vincent prided himself on keeping his cool. He really did. Staying calm and collected was how he survived so damn long in the heat of battle.
Why then was it that he had to consciously, consciously tell himself to relax his grip on the fine bone china mug of coffee?
Could it have been anything to do with a very, very charming new agent throwing his weight around in the common rooms? Surely not.
“Ah,” Harbor called out from across the table as you dragged your sorry bones through the kitchen. “Miss Y/N. Good of you to drop in nice and early—perfect timing! I was just about to get a pot of something on.”
Oh, thank the fuck god.
“That would… that would actually be amazing, I owe you one man,” you hummed as you took a seat at the kitchen counter.
“Pleasure is all mine! Pick your poison.” He nudged a box of teas and coffees across the table towards you with an easy smile.
Looking through, you grabbed your ol’ reliable from the kit and held it up for Harbor’s appraisal. “This okay?” You cocked your head towards him.
“Excellent choice, I’ll get it going.”
As the pot heated up, Harbor worked quickly, grabbing all the mugs from the counter. You noted idly that he seemed to be familiar with which agents were likely to be up early—Brim, Skye, Reyna and Sova’s mugs were all taken out and arranged ready for the agents to come in. Bloody impressive for being in the protocol what… ten days at most?
“I can see you’ve already worked out the lay of the land huh, Harbor.” You nodded towards the cups.
“Well, I can’t well make friends and influence people if I step on their toes before the day even begins,” he chuckled. “I had to learn that with Reyna the hard way.”
“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. Reyna was not known for being the most… approachable, morning or otherwise. You tended to stay away—you’d heard the shouting at Jett and Phoenix before, and that didn’t exactly inspire confidence in you. Not at 5.40 in the morning.
“Look, let’s just say I assumed the whisky pump had been left out from dinnertime by mistake, and I picked the wrong time of morning to put it away.”
At this, you snorted. “Idiocy. Everyone knows Reyna has Frangelico and other, more ‘expressive’ liquors at dinner time.” You really laboured the ‘expressive’.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harbor’s eyes widen. You could almost catch a “speak of the devil” under his breath as the devil herself stalked in, beelining for her modern mug.
Harbor played it off easily, humming lightly to himself as he grabbed the hissing kettle. You on the other hand, sat as still as possible, lips pursed and trying not to draw any attention to yourself on the off chance she’d heard anything.
“This is ready?” you heard her ask your colleague, jerking her head towards the pot as she picked up the mug.
“Piping hot and ready to go, as per usual. House blend today, which I’m sure you’ll appreciate.”
Reyna hummed approvingly, grabbing the pot and wordlessly pouring herself a drink. As she turned around, you couldn’t help but make eye-contact with Harbor as you heard the crank of the infamous whisky pump. You struggled to keep a straight face, and Harbor’s conspiratorial gleam wasn’t helping.
You managed to keep the giggles under wraps until Reyna had left the kitchen, at which point the pair of you dissolved into chuckles.
“Jesus Christ Harbor, that was a close one. A little more warning, please.”
“Hey, how was I supposed to know she would arrive at exactly 6.39 this morning.”
At this point, Harbor grabbed the pot, made a show of checking it for any whisky, and hopped down beside you with his own mug.
“Dude, let me,” you shooed him away from pouring and grabbed the jug. “You had this before?”
“Always down to try new things,” he shot back with a wry smile.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t come complaining to me if you don’t like it then, you were the one who made it.”
He chuckled and gratefully accepted the cup.
Conversation flowed easily as the two of you kicked back, musing on your past lives and ambitions in the protocol. Unlike Harbor, you’d had a while to get used to your radiance, and were able to offer a few tips on how not to overdraw your own energy resources. Harbor, on the other hand, was a wealth of facts and stories from hunting artifacts in the field. He was able to shed a little bit more light on some of the curiosities you had, like the bowls of colourful sand you always lingered on on your deployments in Morocco.
“Oh those? You have a keen eye for these things. From my understanding they’re actually textile dyes—once you activate them with water they take to the fabric like nothing else!”
“Guess we’d have to steer clear if you needed to flood the area,” you poked back.
It wasn’t until your beloved popped around the corner that you remembered you were actually due for a mission today.
“Vincent! I’m so sorry, I meant to be in the meeting room like twenty minutes ago to go over weapons.”
Your partner raised an eyebrow. “Yes, mademoiselle, it took me an extra five of those to convince our dear leader that you were not in fact one for tardiness, and that there was a good reason for your absence.”
“Shit no that’s totally my bad, Harbor and I got caught up yammering about architecture and I completely missed the time.” You shot Chamber an apologetic look, not quite managing to catch his eye.
At this point, Harbor took the moment to chime in. “Well I’m sure Brim can’t expect a lovely lady like this to hit the briefing room on an empty stomach?”
Harbor’s smile was warm and genuine, but his eyes were a little shrewder than you’d initially noticed.
Chamber seemed quiet for a second, moreso than you’d usually expect for his usual morning charm. If your eyes didn’t deceive you he seemed almost taken aback.
“My good friend, my intention was to ensure she arrived on time, and have refreshments come to her without cutting into her time to prepare.”
A little deterred by your partner’s more serious demeanour, you started up from the chair and grabbed the mugs.
“Whelp, this has been a great chat, Harbor, but I definitely have to dash now if I don’t want Brim to be permanently on my ass at 7am.” You swung by Vincent, placing a reassuring hand in the small of his back as you manoeuvred past him to the door.
“No need to apologise, Miss Y/N, though I do hope to continue our chats soon pending the outcome of the mission.” Harbor gave the pair of you an easy smile and settles back against the counter-top. “Do take care on your mission today, yes?”
Chamber grabbed your hand. It wasn’t harsh, but the gesture was sudden enough to surprise you as he gently tugged you out of the room.
“I assure you, my friend, she is in very good hands,” he said over his shoulder as Harbor gave a cheery wave (hah).
As soon as he’d closed the door, Chamber started making a beeline for the briefing room.
“Woah woah, why the sudden professionalism Vincent? Is Brim mad?”
“You mistake my haste, ma Cherie. I prefer to be punctual, and assume you were similarly inclined.”
You pulled back. “I hate to do this now, but I get the sense this isn’t a Brim thing, is it?”
“Don’t be silly ma chou, I just don’t want to be late.”
Yeah… he really wasn’t meeting your eyes, was he.
“Vincent, stop. Look at me. Something’s gotten to you hasn’t it.”
Obligingly, he stopped, but wasn’t turning to face you.
“Vincent…”
“Now it has gotten to this point, I feel exceedingly foolish, mon bebe.”
“My love, when we started to know each other, properly, I made a promise to you and you made a promise to me, right? You remember how that went?”
Your partner sighed, and turned to face you. His jaw was set and there was a vein, a little more pronounced than usual, popping from his forehead. With great effort, he forced his eyes to meet yours, and there was more frustration and concern there than you’d seen in a while.
“Oh, my darling,” you said softly, and moved forward to wrap him in a massive hug. “We talk about these things right? I promised you I’d listen, and always be there to hold you like this.”
“…’m feel so stupid for even letting it get to me,” he mumbled into your shirt. “…wasn’t even your problem… thought I was past this unbecoming behaviour…”
While you could only glean little snippets of what he was saying, you started putting two and two together in your head. “Ahh,” you say quietly.
“And I knew when I made this commitment—when we committed to each other—that I wouldn’t be the one captured by your gaze.”
“Vincent, I promise you, I’m not that—”
“No no, mon ange, you have this magnetic draw. You’re too kind, too well-meaning to see it, but of course people are going to be interested in you. I knew that, I prided myself on rising above it but still…”
“I’m really not convinced that Harbor is interested in anything more than being friends.”
At the mention of his name, you felt Chamber’s body twinge a little.
“No mon amour, he had that look in his eyes. I know it all too well, it is something I’ve felt myself on a number of occasions.”
“Shhh shhh,” you gently traced your fingers through his hair and around the nape of his neck. “Shhh, you know that kind of thing doesn’t faze me at all though right? He’s barking up the wrong tree.”
Chamber, your beautiful, tired partner, mumbled something unintelligible into your chest.
“And hey,” you continued. “I don’t care how many people throw themselves at me, shamelessly or otherwise. In fact, I wish they wouldn’t, at all. Ever. However. None of that matters, not even for the split second it takes you to get from point A to B on your rendezvous, huh?”
At this, he let out an involuntary snort.
“And none of that matters, because at the end of the day, I only have eyes for you. I will only ever have eyes for you. No one interests me in the same way you do Vincent.” You paused for a second, because no matter how many times you said it it still felt as real as the first time.
“You are the only one I love, and I love you with my head, my heart, my body and my soul. We made a promise, you and I, and I intend to keep it.”
You felt him relax into your arms as you say this, and in that moment, you decide that maybe Brim can wait a little longer.
“I love you,” he mumbled through your shirt.
“I love you too, Vincent,” you smiled back.
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“Your heart is thudding awfully fast, carino,” Reyna remarked from the corner couch.
“Am I that easy to read, Ms Reyna?” Harbor shot back a wry grin.
“You know, if you were interested in that one you could have asked absolutely anyone in the protocol about her. Always the same answer.”
“Barking up the wrong tree… I take it?”
Reyna took another sip of her god-forsaken whisky concoction. “Quick learner,” she remarked.
“Ah well,” Harbor mused. “Definitely worth a shot.”