#valorant protocol

[kefirstushyu]

CameraFlash after some missions to Breeze or Icebox

[aphelio-mara]

the concept of brimstone hiring agents to form his own personalized bara harem and viper calling him out for it is kind of taking me out

she watched sova, breach, kay/o (who may or may not be tariq's mechanical vessel), harbor, and tejo get added to the protocol with a raised eyebrow until veto came in and she said, "we gotta draw the line somewhere"

[mentallyunstablekitten]

Hey. Brought food.

Sorry if these don't seem accurate to you guys I just play the game tbh I dgaf about the lore of most games I play so... enjoy. Ig.

[phastibal]

supermarket [together] irl

[tqxins]

Enjoy my imaginary new year’s player card, LOL. 32 hours on this canvas.

[jack-off-valentine9900]

Nobody understands how much I need a Valorant series like Smiling friends where the agents just do domestic silly stuff. Cyphers down cause it's been a boring week where nothing happened so the younger agents all try to create fun situations for him to look at from his cameras and each time he's just not looking at that one specific room where it happened and completely misses it. Omen just starting to knit and is so incredibly horrible at it and Sage forces each one of the agents to constantly compliment him on his work because he's trying his best so much that he stops knitting for a whole week

[jaiden-zhou]

(1) casual iso <3

contents: headcanons, reader is a uniqlo employee for plot purposes

not a writer but,, iso is so.. sigh, imagine this reserved uniqlo wearing hitman acting like an absolute puppy for you. yeah this is self indulgent and yeah maybe its based off of my experiences but hey, content.. its long.. i.. the things this man does to me

part 2, part 3

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iso whose closet is practically all uniqlo apparel, from core basics to limited exclusive collabs, anything else is like expensive tech wear/street style clothes, he likes his quality

iso who always grabs heavy oolong milk tea with tapioca pearls, a classic predictable drink (his friends call him basic for it, but he doesn't mind), every afternoon he gets the chance to

iso who ends up being an employee there with how much he visits, the owners are a chinese elderly couple who like gossiping with him in mandarin (he has fun listening to their stories and such)

iso who likes having music playing of his own whether it be from his headphones or speakers, even at work his music is playing loud enough for only him to hear from his headset hanging around his neck

iso who works evening shifts part-time and gains a lot of eyes from admirers where he gets at least three numbers given to him a month like "you're really cute, text me <3 (XXX) XXX-XXXX"

iso who's never interested, none of them catch his eyes like how he catches theirs, and ends up tossing whatever number scribbled onto a receipt away

iso who goes to uniqlo on his day off for a collaboration launch consisting of outerwear jackets and trousers that match his style only to not find his size on the racks

iso who takes his time trying to comb through the racks, desperate to find it on his own and take it with him before giving up, pulling down his headphones, and reluctantly asking you

iso who, at a reasonable distance, looks over your shoulder as you look up the product listing with the desired size and color, hearing faint rap music playing through his headphones slung around his neck, finding that there should be three units left and listens in quietly when you radio your coworkers if there are any in the back before going to look for yourself

iso who waits patiently at the same spot for quite a while before you go jogging up to him with the jacket he has been wanting, the plastic and paper still wrapping it up signaling that it has been unprocessed and untouched

iso who still is patient with you with an expectant look, not the impatient kind, it's the anticipating excitement kind, as you're still a little out of breath from running around finding the item for him unwrapping and removing all the excess packaging and giving it to him with both hands, garbage tucked at your arm

iso who looks at your earnest expression, sweet eyes, and genuine smile and feels his breath hitch before taking the coat and doing a little head bow while muttering a quiet 'thanks'

iso who leaves an anonymous compliment to you, conveying his gratitude for going out of your way to find him a limited quantity jacket and sub-consciously thinks of your cute expression of when you gave it to him every time he throws it on

iso who was asked to pick up a morning shift, no one else could and so he decided to just wake up early enough and suck it up but boy does he not regret it

iso who opens up the shop for the first time ever and lo-and-behold, you waltz in as the first customer and immediately he recognizes you, and apparently so do the owners

iso who listens quietly as, whom he likes to call granny, greets you with a warm voice asking if you're ready to go to work

iso who once again patiently waits for you to walk up and order, finding out that you're also a regular here, always grabbing a drink before your long shift at the japanese clothing store he met you in

iso who's still a little quiet, shy even, when you greet him noting that you recognize him from a while ago, your friendly exterior giving him a fuzzy comforting feeling inside

iso who after making your drink, bids you goodbye and continues on (not before asking to switch to morning shifts.. for some reason hehe)

iso who starts seeing you most mornings before you work and then with some time, working up the courage (it was very hard, he was very nervous you just didn't see it) to ask you for your number, nothing romantic just being friendly, right?

iso who starts getting a little closer to you, learning what day and times you work, your hobbies, your favorite things, the music you listen to <3

iso who sometimes drops by your workplace to give you a drink or some food and simple yet subtly sweet encouragement that always seems to lift your spirits to push through the day

iso who even starts to see you near or at the end of your shift to take you home, you've worked long enough, and it's dark out.. :(

iso who likes to ensure your safety by accompanying you home, his friends like to say (tease) that it gives him an excuse to see you more. it's dangerous out at night, what are they talking about? nonsense. (denial is a river in egypt)

iso who as time goes by, slowly craves your presence a little more than he'd like to admit, you're always on his mind and he often flusters himself with his thoughts of you, his cheeks donning a light-pink blush. maybe his friends are onto something.. ugh

yeah i'm definitely writing more iso content hehe

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"don't have to take me home every time, zhao yuuuu." you whined next to him. "i've done it before and i can do it again."

you only get a short scoff in return, iso's hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

"it's dark, you're more at risk when you're alone." iso states matter-of-fact. his headphones at his neck with no music playing. "you know this too, so you shouldn't be complaining."

"yeah but," you pause for a moment. "i don't want you to have to make the trip each time to pick me up.."

iso takes in your dejected tone, his eyes soften.

"and i don't want you being in potential danger where i could've been there to deter it." iso chides softly. "please, for my peace of mind.."

"whatever you say," you comply, your shoulder bumping into him jokingly as you share a quiet laugh. "thanks, yu. it means a lot."

"always," he replies, a certain warmth sets in when he hears you say his nickname.

[jadedluvsval]

Playing with Fire (Phoenix/F!ice Radiant)

VALORANT Phoenix x F! duelist! ice Radiant

WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Power Dynamics, Manipulation,Mind Games, Psychological Tension, Drinking (implied)

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining

AGENT CODENAME: Tundra

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The atmosphere in the underground VALORANT HQ lounge was electric as the duelists gathered once again for their now-traditional post-mission party. Laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the haze of light that flickered across the room. It was an unspoken rule: after each operation, they celebrated, and sometimes, they played games. Tonight, it was Truth or Dare.

Jett, ever the instigator, smirked mischievously as she shuffled the deck of cards, the bottle of rum sitting in the center of the table. “Alright alright, we’ve been keepin' it tame for a while now. Let’s spice it up a little. No more pickin' the safest option.. and no backing out. I want to see some real action tonight.”

Tundra, perched on the edge of a couch with a glass of rum in hand, didn't feel the familiar warmth from the alcohol but from the anticipation coil up inside her chest. Phoenix, sitting on the opposite side of the circle, caught her eye, his gaze smoldering and knowing. It was a challenge—no words spoken. The connection between them was undeniable. She couldn’t deny the way her body responded to him when he was near. The subtle heat he exuded—silently and persistently threatening to melt her cool composure.

It had been months since their first tense moments together, sparring, bonding through missions, others making offhanded comments about their tension—rinse and repeat. Somehow, Phoenix started to know exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her feel something she never thought she could. Heat.

It drove her mad and a small, petty part of her resented him for it. Every time they were together, she melted under his gaze, and she hated it. hated how easily he could get her to do it. hated how fast he could have her walls come undone. hated the air of smugness in his husky voice when he knew he was successful at getting under her Icy exterior.

But tonight? that was going to change; she was going to turn the tables back on him.

Elegantly, Tundra reached out and spun the bottle in the middle of the circle with litle to no effort, coincidentally landing with a soft thud in front of Phoenix after Jett made sure to manipulate the air around them. His eyes were already glaring hard ahead of him at her, glinting, as if daring her to chose dare.

“Alright Ice Queen,” his words coming out haughty. His neck tilting back as his eyes lidded as he watched Tundra, “What’ve you got for me?”

Taking the moment to contemplate, Tundra rhythmically tapped on her glass before she leaned back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She held Phoenix's gaze, savoring the way the fire in him flickered, sensing he was preparing himself for whatever she’d throw his way. He’d expected some playful jab, some mild challenge. But tonight, she wasn’t in the mood to go easy on him.

“Dare,” she said, letting the word hang in the air around them and their audience. “I dare you, Phoenix…" her lips smiled but her eyes remained neutral- "To get down on your knees and tell me exactly how it feels to know you’ll never get close to touching me.”

A faint ripple of 'damns' and murmurs swept through the circle of duelists, mostly coming from neon and raze-and some light popcorn chewing from Killjoy who got invited to the event by Raze—Followed up by a quiet complaint from her when Yoru reached over into the popcorn bucket to grab some.

The rest of the group stole glances at each other, unsure if Tundra was serious. But after some time passed and she was dead silent with an unwavering gaze on her target—Phoenix and everyone else received their confirmation that she was dead serious. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk faltering just enough for her to catch the hint of hesitation she was hoping for. She knew he hated showing any sign of vulnerability, and here she was, turning the tables in the most public, humiliating way.

Phoenix's jaw tensed, and Tundra caught the flash of something dangerous in his gaze. His smirk faltered, just enough for her to savor the hint of hesitation she’d been hoping for. But then, his lips curved into a smile—a slow, almost menacing smile, like a predator humoring his prey. She felt a thrill race down her spine as he took a breath, steady and controlled, and lowered himself onto his knees.

He kept his eyes locked on hers, his voice lowering to a quiet, dangerously measured tone. “You really want to know how it feels, love?” His words lingered in the air, smoky and deliberate. “To know I can get close enough to touchin' you… but never close enough to feel that warm skin you keep hidden underneath all that ice?”

She held his gaze, her own breath catching, but she didn’t back down. She’d asked for this; she was in control.

But Phoenix’s eyes darkened, his tone growing huskier, almost a whisper. “It’s maddenin', Tundra. To be this close and to feel you resistin' me, keepin' me just out of reach but so close enough for your comfort. You think this.. this control you have is stoppin' me but it only makes me want to push your limits harder. To see just how fast that wall of yours would melt for me… if you let me break through.” He moved closer, his voice an intimate murmur. “And we both know you’d melt, don’t we?” his eyes hard and hot. "I know."

Tundra’s heart quickened, but she masked it with a haughty, raised brow. “You’re still on your knees, Phoenix. That tells me exactly who’s in control here.”

His eyes gleamed, and he leaned in, his words dangerously soft. “Believe that all you want, princess. But when I finally break through that ice, Tundra—when I reach you—it won’t be you who’s in control. I’ll make you feel all that heat you've been runnin' from. And I won’t stop until that grand ice barrier is nothin' but a puddle.”

He rose slowly, each movement deliberate, watching her like a cat watching a mouse, as if savoring every second of her quickening pulse. His hand lifted, his fingers ghosting near her cheek—close enough that she felt the warmth of his skin but never the touch. Her breath hitched—just a flicker of hesitation—but his lips twisted into a knowing smirk, his voice barely a murmur.

“You’ll see,” he whispered, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. “When I’m done, you’ll be burnin' for me.” and i'll make you love every second of it. She couldn't hear him say it, but his eyes held that dark promise that couldn't be ignored.

He straightened, backing away with a final, piercing look that left her heart pounding and her mind reeling. She’d started this game, but the way he left her there made her wonder if she was really prepared for how it would end.

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Authors note: Let me know if I should continue this storyline or create more short stories! this is my first ever short story so feedback is appreciated! :)