#yoru fanfic

[lilmoonbunny]

He loves hates you; Yoru x Reader

Yoru claims he hates you, so why do you still love him?

Warnings: Yoru is mean, mention of being hurt by a partner

You and Yoru were once friends, but something changed one day, and he decided that he hated you. You had no idea what had happened or what you had done, but he seemingly hated you and wouldn’t tell you why.

Little did you know, he didn’t actually hate you. Yoru had realised that he had developed feelings for you and was terrified so he decided to push you away so he wouldn’t get hurt.

The two of you went from talking every day to him glaring at you every time he saw you. In his mind, he had to make it realistic, no matter how much your sad face hurt him.

However, even when you two weren’t talking, the feelings he harboured for you never faded, much to his dismay. It was annoying him; the urge to always protect you when you two were working together had him watching you more than the enemies and unable to properly focus; he didn’t even want to rift-walk in case you got hurt.

Despite having harshly cut you off, Yoru couldn’t help but feel extremely hurt when you got a boyfriend.

He was some civilian or something, he didn’t want care enough to find out.

No, he didn’t listen to Phoenix and Jett talk about it whilst pretending to be annoyed, what are you talking about!?

He hated your boyfriend with a fiery passion. He wasn’t good enough for you, you deserved better. You deserve him, but he doesn’t deserve you, at least in his mind.

Yoru’s ‘hatred’ for you only grew worse since you got a boyfriend, leaving you even more confused and very hurt. You started to hate him too.

You hated his sudden feeling change, how he treated you, how he abandoned you just as you were going to confess to him… You hated him!!!!

So why did you end up in front of him after being beat up by your ex-boyfriend…?

“Who did this to you!?” You could see Yoru’s rage, no matter how hard he tried to appear calm. Naturally, you assumed it was because you had come to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.” You sobbed.

He stood there with clenched fists, ready to kill whoever hurt you.

No, there’s something more important first. Someone more important. He thought and opened his door.

Wordlessly, you entered, and he told you to sit down whilst he went to grab some things to help clean your wounds.

“This is going to hurt.” He said before beginning to clean your wounds.

You two sat in silence for a while, only your occasional winces (which hurt him more than he’d like to admit) being heard.

“Ryo?” You broke the silence.

He tensed at the use of his real name. He missed hearing you say it…

“What?” Whilst he sounded blunt, he was genuinely curious what you had to say.

“Why do you hate me?”

That hurt him, yet he sighed, ignoring the question.

“Please tell me what I did wrong.” You whispered, tears falling down your cheeks.

“You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me anymore? Why do you treat me like dirt?”

Yoru dropped the equipment he was using.

“Because I love you, okay!? Are you happy now?” He snapped, immediately regretting speaking the moment he realised what he had said. “Forget it. You should go, I’m done.”

You were frozen in place as he tossed the cleaning rags in the trash.

It took a few moments for his words to sink in, but the moment they did, you immediately grabbed his hand and spun him to face you. Was he blushing…?

“I said forget it,” his words were supposed to be aggressive, but they just sounded sad…

“I love you too, Ryo. I always have.” Your words had his eyes widening.

“But why? Even after everything I did to you?”

You nodded.

“You really are an idiot,” he said, yet there was no malice behind his words, especially when there was the tiniest smile on his lips.

“Only for you,”

Yoru simply shook his head.

“Well, I suppose you could be my idiot. If you want that is?

[theywillcower]

yoru nsfw headcanons with first time reader? thanks!

Hoooo boy thanks for ur patience!

Warnings: NSFW

Yoru is, uh, probably not the best out of the boys to handle your first time.

You tell him it is, and he's outwardly cocky, like "oh awesome ill be your first". Inwardly he's screaming.

If he hurts you, his pride won't let him touch you for a month.

No joke, he accidentally pushed you too hard and he wouldn't come near you for like a day and a half.

Lucky for you, he fucking lives for foreplay and teasing.

So it definitely begins as a slow and steady make out session that becomes heated and fast. He likes to tug on your hair, or at the least run his hands over your scalp, keeping you close and putty in his hands.

You'll feel him get hard beneath you and he needs verbal confirmation before you he goes any further.

Likes to keep you on his lap as he kisses you, stretching you out slowly but surely, whispering praises.

He'll do anything that will make you more comfortable. Lights off? Yep. Music? Yep. A bath or shower? Yep.

When he finally enters you, he wants you on his lap. It'll be incredibly slow and gentle, him straining to control himself. Fuck, you feel so good, and it wouldn't be a lie if he wasn't hoping you would want him to be your first.

He lifts you up and sets you down, setting the pace and doing all the work. He will listen to you though, and you need to tell him to stop or change pace.

Yoru will make sure you cum first, that's his priority. When he finally does, he shakes, kissing you hard and holding you close.

[theywillcower]

Hello!! I'm still in love with your works and your one of my favorite valorant writers!! I was hoping to get some angst with Omen and Yoru, where their S/O is an agent and dies on a mission. Tysm for your headcannons!!! <333

Thank you dear! And thank you for ur patience 💖

Omen:

This isnt... happening, right?

You're not the one who's supposed to die.

Thats not how it goes.

That's... thats not...

When he sees your body, he sort of shuts down for a minute. Fades into his light, blurring, becoming a mess of smoke.

The scream he emits can be heard across the map, sending chills into the spines of each and every enemy.

Someone will have to move your body for Sage to resurrect later. Hes going on a rampage.

He will take the life of anyone and everyone who dares to get in his way. Ruthlessly. He'll pull out his knife and tear out peoples' hearts if he wants. Fuck it, you were his light.

You were his everything. And they took it from him.

If you can't be resurrected, he completely decompresses. An amorphous blob of smoke and light, impossible to pull back together.

If you are resurrected, he's even clingier than before. He won't let you out of his sight.

Yoru

His mood plummets in a second. Like, a second.

Thats not you. That body....

Yoru doesn't scream like Omen. He doesnt rage. It instead curls inside him. Rips at his very core.

He moves your body carefully out of sight so he can bring it back for Sage. If you can't be resurrected, he doesn't talk to anyone for a very long time. Silent, drifting between the rift and reality.

He too goes on a rampage. Maybe not so brutal as Omen, but more bodies.

When you're resurrected, he too is clingy, apologizing, hoping you won't hate him.

[theywillcower]

yoru!

Yoru? Yoru!

I did relationship hcs fffff but I will probably do gen hcs soon

Arrogant as fuck, like I would be surprised if you didn't get annoyed at first.

And it's not like it isn't justified; he knows what he's doing. As such, he too wants to protect you, and thats how he'll show his crush at first (though of course he will try to get the glory for every sitch. )

Yoru isn't a flirt, at least not purposefully. He's just naturally smooth.

When he likes you, the flattery is laid on thick though. Its maddening, his breath on your neck, low laughter in your ears. He's basically asking you to shove him up against the wall and kiss him.

Please do that. Hes a fierce lover and needs someone who can tumble and fight with him

That being said, he's also got a soft side. He'll kiss over you so gently, always keeping an arm on or around you.

Yoru doesn't get jealous easily because he knows you're his, but he can and will drag you away, sit you on his lap.

Hes the king, so you should be honored.

Likes to get big extravagant presents for birthdays and anniversaries.

Similar to Phoenix he likes vibrant and energetic dates. Clubs, raves, anything like that but he also will do one on one dinners.

Late nights talking, drinking if you're into that

He wants to fix things, so if you vent he's gonna offer how to solve all your problems.

Kiss his nose, his cheeks he'll melt

Yoru's love language is gift giving. Yeah, he might have stolen it, so what?

[theywillcower]

some possible yoru with an injured s/o?? also i love ur writing a lot legend!! keep up the good work and make sure to hydrate! hope you’re having a good day/night

Sorry for the delay!!

Warnings: mentions of gore

Sounds Like Bull (Yoru x Reader)

Three seconds. Thats how long it took for him to claw through the dimensional veil, on average. It was also, apparently, how long he could leave them without getting shot.

"Goddamnit, dammit, fuck..."

It was a veritable opera of curses between the two, Yoru because of his failures and the latter because of the hole in their shoulder. A stray bullet from some Kingdom brat, fed on the teat of the damn corporation and plopped into battle had passed straight through, knocking whatever breath the cold air hadn't stole away out of them. Heat from the blood was almost welcoming, they think bitterly, as he sets them down behind a container. A whine threatens to slip off their lips when he presses his hand to their mouth.

"Too loud."

With their good hand they claw away his on their mouth and hiss, "Well maybe if someone didn't fucking run off to get some cheap kills--"

"--blame me--"

"-the only two on this mission!!"

There's a moment where he has to take a deep breath. He's not mad. Not. Mad. Not at them. Pinches the bridge of his nose and instead looks at the bullet wound.

It did go clean through. With each breath they wince, the wound rising and gushing blood in a waterfall from their shoulder. Staining the snow red. Shit, Yoru hadn't even thought about how they might have dripped blood as he ran, leading a trail straight to them.

He could only bring himself to look at the wound. If he looked at the whole picture, them holding back tears, the shaking body, the terrifying reality that he HAD left them alone to get shot.

He taps on his wrist comm.

"Brimstone here, what happened?"

"They got shot. Real bad."

"Shit. Need an evac?"

"Yes."

"Got the radianite?"

"Give me five."

"Im pinging your location. I'll be there in three."

Yoru turns off the comm and looks at the wound again. The hole an eye, glaring at him. Lips pressed together he pulls off a glove and puts it in their hand, pressing the hand against the wound, which makes them whimper.

"Keep applying pressure, and stay quiet. I'll be back soon."

They open their mouth to argue, then shut it.

"Be careful."

A gentle peck on their lips, he wishes he could sit there and wait with them. But there's a job to be done. He stands.

"If it gets too painful, bite your collar. Like how you bite the pillow."

They exhale at the joke. Was now really the time?

"Fuck you."

"Later, once Sage gets a hold of you." Finally he ruffles their hair, before exhaling and ripping through the dimensional veil.

His gut hardened. He would see others' guts spilled for what they did to you.

[theywillcower]

more yoru x reader hcs? absolutely love your writing!!!

Sorry how late this is!

Yoru is a physical affection/words of affirmation kind of lover. He's always hanging on you, his chin tucked over your shoulder and eyes fixed on what you're doing.

Loves having you sit straddled on his lap. Nothing compares

Yoru is a petty little drama queen who loves riling you up. If he goes too far though, he'll struggle with getting a proper apology out.

Hes super prideful. It can get really annoying but he'll learn how to apologize properly.

If you want to, he'll take you into the parallel dimension. Just once or twice, but if you let go of him, you're gone. Yoru won't admit it but that terrifies him

Yoru is a horrible cook. But the two dishes he can make well, he makes well.

He will pick you up and move you away from your stuff if you are working too long and too late

Pins you to his chest. He likes having you face him when you cuddle.

[theywillcower]

PLEASE can u do sum w yoru being a petty lil bitch pls 🥺🥺 ty I am having such a fun time w this hc

All the Yoru talk has literally gotten me so riled up for this dude fffff

Syrup (Yoru x Reader)

"They were out."

"So?"

Inhale, exhale. It was just a slight factor, slight, they knew he was teasing. If they didn't, heavens knows he wouldn't be lazing across their shared bed, wearing their tee shirt, eyebrow cocked. He knew it too, from the smirk that danced across his lips.

"Could have ordered it."

"Oh? So you would wait two days?"

Yoru scoffed. Pushed his hair back, which was loose today. The effect had him look like less of a fuck boy, yet, of course his attitude could not be shook. "Of course not. Same day delivery exists."

"Im not spending forty dollars on chocolate syrup."

"Hm. I guess you don't love me then."

"Yep, I absolutely don't, which is why I'm going to dump this hot chocolate on you."

He laughs loudly, holding up his hands as if to protect himself-- but they know if he was truly worried he'd riftwalk across the room. And of course they wouldn't dump it on him-- not really. Maybe.

"Come here, little one."

And they do, setting the mug on the side table. Its habitual, the way his arms snake around their sides and settle them on his lap. Straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. Yoru's warm breath on their neck, intoxicating. He chuckles.

"You know I adore you, little one."

"Of course. Which is why I got hot fudge for the hot chocolate, not syrup."

His eyes widen; never in his life had he someone so considerate and caring, or so he would murmur to them later over warmed pillows. And they would punch his arm lightly, in frustration and love. In the moment however he grins and presses kisses to their neck, getting laughter and pushes.

"Yoru--"

"You didn't tell me!"

"Well I didn't--"

"Hot fudge is of course better!"

They stick out their tongue at him. In response he kisses it, getting a laugh and swat in response.

"I hate you..."

"Of course you don't little one."

[theywillcower]

drabble where yoru's getting patched up by his healer s/o while being simultaneously berated by them cause he was being too reckless on the battlefield or smth

Again sorry for the delay!

Warnings: mentions of blood

In The Details (Yoru x Reader)

All of the tiny parts of a wound are important. Is there a shard you missed? Is there a major artery in the area shot? How much muscle torn? Fat?

And most importantly, did anything happen to his face?

"The bullet hit your leg. Do you really think Marshal bullets shatter that much on impact?" Their tone is dry, devoid of the humor which they typically have. Not to worry, his expression held a surplus, quite inappropriate for the situation. Even when laid on his stomach with tweezers carefully going in and out of his bloody mess of a calf, he was smirking, albeit wincing every time something was pulled out.

"No, but you can never be too worried."

"You should be more worried about your arteries. One inch to the left and you wouldn't be here, you'd be in the morgue." They start to dab the antiseptic on it. Thank the heavens that they weren't in Monaco, because he would have had worse issues to worry about than blood loss. When Brim brought him back to the base, they had shrieked so loud three other agents had rushed in to see what had happened. In reality it was just their idiot boyfriend turning practically blue with the gushing wound in his left leg.

"You know I'd never get hit that bad."

"Yeah, yeah, too fast and whatnot. And Sage would always bring you back. God, you're so fucking cocky." On the table is the syringe which they pluck him with, numbing the skin before picking up the needle instead. They try to still their shaking hands. "Damn it..."

"Come on now it can't be that bad--"

"Shut up and let me work."

Whatever it is in their tone, it quiets him. He lays blissfully quiet and still, letting them stitch up the wound. The room is cold, clean, and the air has heavied. They can feel him getting ready to say something.

"Spit it out."

"Im... sorry."

They almost dig too deep with the needle, catching themselves quickly. "What?"

"I didn't want to make you worried."

"Yoru--"

"Youve never sounded so mad."

They sigh. Shoulders relaxing too, as they finish pulling together the sutures. "Im not mad at you. Im just.. frustrated. At the whole situation. I don't want you to get hurt."

"No one does. Thank you for patching me back up again. Hey," he starts, and gestures for them to walk towards his front. Lips pressed together, they do, and catch sight of his tired expression. He smiles, his eyelids drooping, and Yoru takes hold of their hand and presses a kiss to their wrist. Eyes widening they sigh, shaking their head.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now relax, I'm going to bandage you up."