Y/N pressed her back against the crumbling concrete wall, her breath ragged, fingers tight around her rifle. The icy wind cut through the night, howling past broken windows and twisted metal. Across the dimly lit battlefield, she spotted Sova perched on higher ground, his bow drawn, piercing blue eyes scanning for threats. He was always so precise, so composed, like the chaos around him never truly touched him.
But this time, something felt off.
The enemy had them pinned, bullets ricocheting off metal and stone. The mission brief had underestimated their numbers. They needed to extract—now.
“Sova, we need an exit!” Y/N called through comms, ducking as a spray of bullets shattered the wall above her.
“I see it. Stay where you are,” his voice was calm but firm. A promise.
Then she saw it—one of the enemies, creeping along the side, weapon raised, aimed directly at Sova.
Without thinking, she moved.
She barely registered the pain at first, just the force slamming into her side as she tackled Sova to the ground. A sharp burn spread through her ribs, and then the pain hit, white-hot and blinding.
Sova caught her before she hit the ground fully, his arms steady despite the chaos around them. “Y/N—” his voice cracked, his hand pressing against the wound at her side. Blood. Too much of it.
“Had to—” she coughed, wincing as he pulled her closer. “He was gonna shoot you.”
His jaw clenched, something dark flickering in his expression before he pulled them both behind cover. His free hand flew to his comms. “Brimstone, we need an evac now.”
Sova wasn’t listening. His focus was on her, his fingers pressing against the wound, trying to slow the bleeding.
“You should have let me handle it,” he murmured, but the anger in his voice didn’t match the way his hands trembled against her skin.
She tried to smirk, but it came out weak. “And let you die? Not a chance.”
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, and without another word, he lifted her into his arms. She didn’t have the strength to protest, not when the warmth of him pressed against her, his grip so secure, as if letting go wasn’t an option.
— At base —
The moment they landed back at headquarters, Sova didn’t leave her side. Not while Sage patched her up, not when she was cleared to rest, not even when she tried to tell him to go eat something.
And when she finally tried to stand—against orders, of course—his patience snapped.
“What were you thinking?” His voice was sharp, but his eyes told another story.
Y/N sighed, leaning back against the infirmary bed. “Sova—”
“No.” He stepped closer, his broad frame towering over her. “You could have died.”
“But I didn’t.”
He let out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair. “You cannot do that again, Y/N . Ever.”
She frowned, her voice softer now. “I couldn’t lose you.”
His expression crumbled for a moment, just a flicker, before he sighed and knelt beside her bed. “And you think I could bear to lose you?” His hand found hers, rough fingers threading through her own. “You mean more to me than a mission, than protocol, than—” He stopped himself, jaw tightening.
Her heart clenched. “Sova—”
His forehead pressed against the back of her hand, his grip tight, grounding. “Next time,” he murmured, “stay with me. Don’t throw yourself in harm’s way for my sake.”
She gave his hand a squeeze. “Only if you promise the same.”
His chuckle was low, bitter. “You know I cannot.”
“Then you understand why I can’t either.”
He exhaled, shaking his head, but there was no real anger left—only worry, only something unspoken between them.
Finally, he lifted his gaze, eyes softer now. “Rest, Y/N. I’ll be here.”
She wanted to argue, to tease, but exhaustion tugged at her, and with his warmth beside her, she let sleep pull her under.
Aight, so, I've had "Die for You ft Grabbitz" on repeat for the last few days. And while letting my imagination run wild while driving, as one does, I had this come into my mind and really wanted to write it out. I don't think it's the best? But i started this while still on a buzz and was determined to finish it haha.
I'm still kinda new to Valorant, and writing Valorant no less, so I hope you like this! I want to add Valorant to the list of what i write for soon! I may play around and do my own little scenarios here and there though for a bit.
Also let me know if you think this needs a part 2!
Time seemed to stand still for Sova.
The blonde was one A site of Fracture, fending off the attacks of the mirror Omen, KillJoy and Viper. Brimstone was there to help defend the site. However, through his ear piece Sova heard a scream he never wanted to hear.
You were on B site, keeping an eye out to make sure no one rotated around and took the spike there while they weren’t looking. Sova heard you let out a blood curdling scream, followed by intense panting. A look of horror spread across his usually calm features.
“Y/N?” Sova shouted into the comms. “Y/N speak to me. What’s going on? Did they rotate?” He spoke in a panic.
“There’s 2 here. KAY/O and Yoru. KAY/O hit me with his knife. I’ll be fine. Just keep an eye on your enemies, we don’t know who actually has the spike.” You spoke. Peeking your head around a corner to get a better look at the mirror agents.
“Stay hidden until we know. You’re hurt.”
“I’ll be fine, Sova! Don’t let me distract you.”
You gripped your phantom tight in your hands. Adrenaline flooded your veins as you looked down at your side. The knife that KAY/O had thrown was lodged above your right pelvic bone. It had definitely hit something, but you knew that trying to take it out would only make any bleeding worse. Thankfully, not all of your defensive capability was dependent on your radiant abilities.
Throwing out a device that would flash the two opponents and temporarily blind them if successful, you moved as quickly as you could into B tower. You were in a bad position, but it would at least give a better vantage view of the site. From here you had a clear view of the whole site, and a semi good hiding spot as well.
The only problem would be running from here. If you went towards your back, you would have to go down the zipline to get down. But with the injury there was no way you’d be able to do so without being found. The only other option would be to go forward, into the open where KAY/O and Yoru would most definitely find you.
The one thing you were sure of was the determination to get back to your lover Sova. Oh how you longed to be in his warm embrace after Sage would heal you. But to get to that, you would need to push through and make it out of this alive.
New found determination running through your veins, you pulled up your phantom, looking down the site and steadying shaky hands to get a good view of KAY/O’s head. Taking a deep breath you began to pull back on the trigger, pulling back right as the cybernetic turned its head in your direction.
Startled by the sudden movement from the opponent, you jerked slightly. The shot hit KAY/O, but only managed to damage the screen on his face. Coming back to your senses quickly, yoiu took another shot quickly, managing to down the Cybernetic this time.
Sucking a sharp breath in, you took cover again and hid away from the site in B tower once again. You had hoped to get KAY/O in one shot, downing them quickly so you wouldn’t be out as long and lower the risk of being found. But due to being startled there was now a higher chance that Yoru had seen you as you took the second shot. Attempting to slow your now ragged breathing, you convinced yourself that you were fine. Using thoughts of getting back to Sova in one piece as a comfort.
Peeking around the wall to get another look, the site looked empty once more. Yoru was nowhere to be seen, and you hadn’t heard his notorious line he loves to use when he steps into his dimensional drift. Thinking that you were in the clear, you dragged yourself out into a better position to see.
“Sova, I think Yoru moved to A. I took down KAY/O and it looks-”
“Y/N?” Sova yelled into the comms once he heard your voice abruptly cut off. “Y/N, what’s going on? Be careful of Yoru!”
As you had tried to finish your sentence, Yoru snuck out of their dimensional drift behind you. Smirking, he knocked your feet right out from under you. Screaming in pain, you landed on your right side, shifting the knife and writhed around in pain on the ground.
“Heh, you should always keep an eye out when I’m around,” Yoru spoke condescendingly. A grin took over his filters as he watched you writhe in pain beneath them. “That was your first mistake.”
Looking up at the man, you made an attempt to push past the pain and reach out for the phantom that had slid across the floor. Yoru let out a huff through his nose as he laughed at the pathetic attempt.
“Pathetic as always. Looks like both versions of Y/N have one thing in common.” Yoru let you attempt to crawl away a little before walking over and picking you up by your hair. “Both are useless as ever.”
Slamming your head down, Yoru walked over towards the boxes of radianite that were by the stairs of the platform. He pulled out a spike from what seemed like nowhere, activating it and planting it a few feet in front of you. Turning back towards you, Yoru crouched down while pulling out his signature butterfly comb. Smuggly looking down at you as he brushed his hair back.
“There’s no time for them to save you Y/N. With your injuries it’s impossible for you to even crawl over to the spike to get in range to diffuse it.”
Yoru stood up, walking towards the entrance to B tower. Stopping when he heard a shuffling sound, he turned his head and saw you making an attempt to crawl to the spike. Pulling yourself along with your upper arms in a military crawl.
“Not only are you both stubborn, neither of you know when to quit.” Yoru turned around completely and made his way over to you. A hard kick to the abdomen sent you flying back a few feet. He clicked his tongue at you and looked back at the spike. “Looks like it’s my time to get out of here for now. I’ll let the spike finish you off.”
Yoru stepped back into his dimensional drift, leaving you laying there. You reached out for the earpiece that had fallen out of their ear when Yoru knocked them down. Before the piece even met your ear you could hear Sova’s panicked voice calling through.
“Y/N! Speak to me please, moya lyubov. What’s going on over there?”
“He pl-... planted here. There’s no time… you need to stay out of range.” You spoke, trying to catch your breath. “I can try to diffuse it… but there’s no guarantee I have the ti-.”
A coughing fit took over you, shaking your body and making the pain worse. Feeling something wet in your hand, you looked down to see bright red blood.
“Y/N, what do you mean? I’m coming for you.”
“No! You’re more important to the Valorant Protocol than I am! If only one of us is making it out of here it has to be you! I’m already severely injured. I need you to survive, Sova.” You pleaded with them. “Brimstone, please make sure Sova doesn't come for me. I’ll try my best to diffuse the spike in time. But I don’t think I can.”
Brimstone took one last shot at Omen before seeing him retreat back towards where they’d come from. Pausing for a moment to think, he looked over at Sova to see the pain and panic spread across the man's face. Should he follow what Y/N wanted and make sure Sova didn’t run into danger? Or let him go and try to save Y/N?
Making up his mind, Brimstone grabbed Sova’s arm as the russian tried to run towards B side. Sova’s wide eyes met Brimstone’s grimm ones.
“What are you doing? You have to let me go! I’m not letting them die here!”
“I’m sorry Sova.”
“It’ll be fine Sova…” You spoke through the comms as you made an attempt to crawl to the spike. “If I die so you can live, I don’t mind. You mean everything to me, moya lyubov.”
“Chert, Y/N! You can’t do-”
Taking off the ear piece so you didn’t have to listen to Sova’s pleading screams, you crawled over towards the spike. The beeping was quickly speeding up and you knew there wasn’t much time left. Pulling out a diffuser, you held it up as soon as you were in range and activated it. Between the pain and blood loss your vision was going black at the edges, but you were determined to stick through it and diffuse the spike.
Despite having come to terms in your mind that you were more than willing to sacrifice yourself in an attempt to keep Sova safe, you wanted nothing more than to live and get back to him. Determination kept your grip on the diffuser as tight as you could keep it, knowing if you let it go there was no chance you’d have a miracle and diffuse the spike.
“Please… Please work…” You pleaded, tears brimming your eyes. “I… I don’t… I don’t want to die!”
You screamed out the last sentence right as your vision started to completely go black. Despite your best efforts, your body couldn’t take the stress along with your injuries and gave out from under you.
As your consciousness faded, you heard the spike stop beeping. But was it the last beep as the spike detonated? Or was it the last beep as the spike was diffused?
That was something you would have to leave to your imagination as you couldn’t hang onto reality anymore and slipped away.
TRANSLATIONS:
moya lyubov - My love
Chert - Damn it
(both gotten from Google Translate. So if it's inncorrect please let me know!)
