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unsaid | lookism

getting used to being alone until you met your newfound friends at J high.

notes: hella long, unedited e.e fluff, vasco moments bc i love him, friendship moments, and some '👀' moments as well towards the end.

wc:

a.n: decided to turn this into a series with a scattered plot as well, meaning the timeline wouldn't flow in proper order,

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SOMETHING was off.

It was oddly peaceful today.

Your hand stopped sketching on your canvas, squinting your eyes in suspicion from the sudden realization. Ever since you got here in J high– specifically after meeting your friends here– there was rarely a normal day.

Rare mostly because of Vasco.

There's no such thing as a quiet day when you're friends with that guy.

He usually bursts through the doors of your classroom every morning just to greet you, or whenever lunchtime draws near he'd suddenly pop out of nowhere and invite you to eat with him together with a bunch of burn knuckles members faithfully trailing behind him.

That's just the fifty percent, the other half goes to the guys at the fashion department.

But today, it seemed like world peace has come and touched today's date for a moment.

No loud greetings from the morning nor lunch invites, you didn't even see Daniel, Mira, Zack– or even Jay with his striking blond hair.

It was definitely odd, you thought to yourself.

Perhaps today is a specially busy day? Exams are drawing near too, so that could be the reason. Then again you barely came out of your classroom today as well. You used your lunchtime to cram your deadlines and have barely eaten much, honestly whenever you start working you just go on and on until someone calls you to pause.

Yeah, that's right.

It really must be a busy day today.

Shrugging to yourself with your formed conclusion, you continued on with your sketch.

"Um, [Name]?" You felt a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hm?"

"This handsome guy from outside wanted me to give this to you. . ."

Handsome?

You finally turned to look at the person talking to you and found them with their hand out and holding a piece of paper.

Was it Daniel? You looked over at your classmate and to the door, but there was no one there. It's either him or Vasco that often visits your classroom

You flashed your classmate a kind smile, taking the paper.

"Thank you, Yeji."

With that, they left your side and went on with their respective work.

Unfolding the paper, your quirked an eyebrow from the message.

It was merely an address of some location and a time specified– 6:00 p.m

It looked shady, but your trust in the message was validated as soon as you recognized Daniel's handwriting and signature at the bottom.

"Ya," you called out to your seatmate, "Do you know what place this is?"

Your classmate turned to you as you showed the paper, subtly covering Daniel's sign with your thumb.

"Ah, that place." They nodded in familiarity. "That's actually a pretty sweet karaoke place."

Question marks immediately formed on top of your head.

"Karaoke?"

"Oh–! if you ever go there they also serve some steaks as well. You have to try the–"

Your classmate's words faded through the background as you started to question yourself.

'Why would they want me to go there?' You wondered as you finish up on your sketch before pulling out your painting materials. 'A special occasion perhaps?'

Sighing, you tried to put the thought at the back of your mind, shifting your focus once again on your project. Though you have to admit, it perfectly played around with your curiosity a tad bit, catching yourself wondering about it every now and then.

"Alright, that's it for today." Your teacher announced. "You are all dismissed– cleaners for today, you know what to do."

"Bye, miss!"

"Thank you, miss!"

You checked the time, there's still an hour and a half before the designated time of the note, what should you do for now?

"I'll stay a bit behind," You told your friend– who was the assigned cleaner for today. "You guys go, I'll clean up after."

"Ah, [Name], you're an angel!" Your friend exclaimed, giving you a quick hug and a playful smooch on the side of your head making you laugh.

"Ya!"

"I owe you one!"

With that, they were out of the room as you continued with your painting. You thought it'd be better to finish it now so you wouldn't have to do much tomorrow since it's the weekend.

"I'll go at 5:30," you uttered to yourself, "Takes 30 minutes to go there anyway. . ."

It was a good plan, except you forgot one thing.

You suck at directions.

And here's one more–

The street where the Karaoke place is?

You've never been there before.

"Fuck." Your eyebrows scrunched together as you look at the GPS on your phone, you're supposed to be facing some shop right now but instead you're facing a dark alleyway.

Timecheck, it's already 5:55. If you don't figure out where you're at right now, you're definitely gonna be late for. . .whatever this is.

"Dammit," You clicked your tongue in annoyance. "How hard is it to find a Karaoke hub with literal neon lights flashing at the front???"

You scratched your head aggressively in irritation, "Where the fuck am I??"

Looking around, the street looked like some scary setting for a horror movie, even worse– it's already getting dark.

You sighed, prompting to call Daniel about your whereabouts. What's the best thing to do when you're lost? Inform your friends, they'll definitely come and find you. . .hopefully.

As you punched in Daniel's number and place the phone on your ear, you just so happen to look up to the skies. Your left eyebrow quirks up from the uncommon sight that you see: balloons.

To be precise, a couple of pink ballons tied together at the end floating away in space.

'Man,' you thought pitifully. 'Whoever kid that let that slip must be crying right now.'

Just as those thoughts came to your mind, you suddenly heard distant cries coming up behind you

"NO! THE BALLOONS!"

"YA! DON'T CHASE THEM, THEY'RE SO FAR UP ALREADY!"

Two voices– the first one sounded so distraught while the other sounded more panicked. They're probably the owners of the balloons that you just saw floating away.

But. . . why do they sound like grown men–

"I CAN'T!" Their voice were getting nearer, they must be right behind you. "THOSE WERE FOR [NAME]!"

Instantly, your eyebrows shot upwards and eyes widened upon hearing your name.

'[Name]?'

Now that you think about it, their voices sound familiar. . .

You whipped your head in their direction, only to be caught in surprise.

"Vasco??"

He was running in your direction as you ended the call on your phone.

"[Name]??" The person behind Vasco cried out your name in surprise.

"Jace??"

"Balloons!" Vasco yelled tearfully as he stretched out his hand–as if doing so would make him able to reach them. Jace finally grabs a hold of his friend's tanktop, making him stop.

"Vasco, [Name]'s here!" He hissed in a hushed tone. "Stop it!"

"But–" Vasco turned to you with a tearful look, pointing at the distant balloons flying higher and higher. "The balloons. . ."

You raised an eyebrow as you placed your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down.

"Hey, hey– it's just balloons," You assured, soothing his arms with your thumbs. "It's okay. . ?"

"[N-Name], what are you doing here??" Jace intervened. "You're supposed to be at the Ka–"

"But the balloons are for you." Vasco suddenly revealed, tears falling down his face, "And I let them slip away–"

By now, Jace's mouth fell and his eyes turned white from Vasco's words.

"What?" You huffed a laugh, "For me? Why?"

"Cause–"

"AHAHAHA–" Jace slapped a hand over his friend's mouth harshly. "Oh, Vasco! You know him, he has a little crush on you and wanted to get you some!"

You gave Jace a look, ". . .Really? You could do better than that. . ."

"It was supposed to be a surprise." Vasco sulked. "I remembered you saying you wanted them. . ."

Ah.

Your lips parted as realization slowly started to dawn on you.

Surprise. . .

Balloons as something you wanted. . .

But that's for–

You hastily checked your phone and felt your heart pound heavily against your chest.

"You. . ." You uttered under your breath as you gaze at Vasco with wide eyes.

"My birthday. . ."

Jace facepalmed at the background.

Vasco's eyebrows furrowed as he stood up straight, taking your hands with his.

"I'm sorry, [Name]." He says sincerely. "I'll get you more balloons later."

You were still in disbelief from what was happening, "What– When did you–"

"We were supposed to surprise you." Jace sighed, finally deciding to reveal everything. "You said that you never celebrated your birthday so we came up with this."

"Why. . ?"

Why would they ever do this to you? Is your relationship with them even qualified for something like this–

"Why? Cause you're our friend!" Jace said, scoffing a laugh.

A friend.

They consider you as. . . their friend.

Huh.

Your heart throbbed painfully against your chest.

All those years of being alone and being treated like some product instead of a normal human being– they're suddenly flashing in a fast forward motion in your head.

Why now?

Vasco released your hands before taking out something from his pocket.

"Here, these are for you–" Vasco held out a couple of hibiscus in his palms. "The flowers at the store were expensive, so I uh– I just picked these off the street. . ."

Jace sweatdropped, "Vasco. . ."

Weakly lifting your hands in a cupping position, Vasco then placed the flowers on your palm. Most of their petals looked squished–probably because he stored them in his pockets, nevertheless, still beautiful.

You could feel a lump in your throat starting to form, suddenly finding it hard to swallow.

Is it proper to feel like this?

Are you allowed to?

You looked up to Vasco, eyebrows furrowed.

"Vasco. . ."

The man's eyes widened.

"H-Hey, [Name], are you okay?" He asked worriedly, noticing how your eyes suddenly turned glassy. "Do you not. . .like them?"

Jace looked at you as well, concern wrapping his expression.

"[Name]?"

Vasco started to panic, his hands hovering over your form, not knowing what to do.

"S-Sorry! If you dont like them I could just–"

The man's words were cut off as soon as you suddenly threw yourself to him. Wrapping your arms around him, engulfing him in your embrace. You stood on your tiptoes with your face buried on his chest.

For the first time in your life. . .

Are you allowed to feel this happy?

"Thank you." You uttered, before pulling away to look at him once again.

"[Name], you're–"

"This is my first time receiving a gift." You smiled brightly. "The first gift I ever had."

Vasco's eyes soften as he gazed at you, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"So this is what it feels like," You laughed. "I feel so happy."

The two men shared a look before mirroring your smile.

"I'm glad you're happy," Vasco said, placing his big hand on your head, patting it gently.

"I love your gift." You added, holding the flowers close to your chest. "I will treasure it forever."

After all that event, Jace gave Daniel a call and updated him of what happened. Shame that the surprise party was kind of ruined, but even so, it continued.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [NAME]!" Your friends screamed happily as soon as the door to the karaoke room opened.

Almost everyone was there, giving you bright smiles and genuine expressions on their faces, you could feel butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

"You guys. . ." Your lips curved into a downturned smile, feeling like crying again.

Is this what it really feels like to have others care for you?

You cry either way like before but this time, they were tears of joy.

"Awe, [Name]." Mira approached you with open arms. "Come here."

"Oh, let me join in!" Joy chimed bouncing on her heels before aproaching the two of you.

Daniel stepped forward as well.

"Everyone deserves to be celebrated every once in a while." He smiled. "Thank you for being here, [Name]."

Your lips quivered at his words.

"Ah–" Zoe playfully hit Daniel. "You made her cry!"

"E-Eh???"

"Oh cut the emotional shit!" Zack cried out, standing up on his sit with a mic in hand, smirking.

"Let's get this party started!"

To say that you're happy with today would be an understatement. You're way happier than happy. If you were to describe what you were feeling, it would probably be a mix of all the synonyms of the words happy to form one great word.

You were over the moon.

You felt like you're the sun itself.

It felt too good to be true.

This happiness you feel is something you will hold on to for a long time.

To be surrounded by people who actually care about you makes your heart swell. You've never felt this way before.

"Don't mess this up, you got this." Zack coached you from the side

Jace started to hover his hands on his ears, "Oh god, it's coming."

"Sing from your stomach!" Daniel advised with an excited grin.

"You can do this, [Name]!"

You readied your voice as you held onto the mic tighter.

One, Two–

"–I'M IN MY DREAAAM!"

"WOOO!!"

"LET'S GOOO!"

Chorus of laughter and cheers filled the room, even Jay was dramatically clapping along with the group.

"IU WHO?"

"That was amazing!" Vasco excitedly exclaimed before repeatedly pointing at the songbook. "Let's duet this next!"

"Huh??" Zack made a face. "You can't take that, Mira and I will sing that!"

"Eh? Then just chose another song?"

"No, I can't just do that, it has to be that!"

"Zack. . ."

"Mira, that's our song, right??"

The door to the room suddenly opened and revealed Jay.

"Oh, Jay–" Daniel greeted with an endearing smile. "You're back!"

Jay had stepped out for a moment earlier and has finally returned. The blond gave a small smile and a nod.

He then turned to you, grabbing your attention.

"What is it, Jay."

Suddenly taking something from his side that was out of view, he then held out something and revealed–

"OH MY GOSH!"

You exclaimed, your mouth dropping as you fanned yourself slightly before eagerly making your way to Jay.

"Is this for me??"

The blond nodded.

In his hands, he held a big Alpaca plushie dressed in Gucci that was literally half your size.

"Thank you so much, Jay!" Wrapping your arms around him, you gave him a big hug with the plushie in between the two of you.

"That's so adorable!" Zoe commented, coming in as you pulled away and Jay handed you your gift.

Joy had a look of realization in her face, "So that's what you've been making calls for last night."

"Is this custom-made?" Daniel asked and Jay nodded in reply.

"Ugh, it's so soft!" You exclaimed, hugging the plushie tight.

"Since you're not singing, Mira and I will sing our song!" Zack announced, snatching the mic from Vasco.

"YA!"

The night went on for a few more hours and you're just in complete bliss. Your first birthday celebration is definitely something to remember.

You didn't want it to end, but, alas– some good things come to an end.

As soon as the party was over, half of the people were already drunk–of course, you're one of them.

You didn't know exactly how you even managed to get into your apartment when everything went like a blur to you, you just woke up in your room bedroom and. . .

"What the hell. . ." You murmured to yourself, eyes squinting from the sunlight that was seeping through the window. The hangover– you expected, but your room to be filled with pink balloons floating on your ceiling? You had to check if you were still drunk or dreaming.

Did they do this?

Definitely not, no one can acces your apartment but you.

They can't just decorate your room so suddenly like this?

". . ."

There's only one person you could think of.

As you looked to your side, a large bouquet of roses sat neatly on your nightstand with a black card sticking out in the midst of reds.

Suddenly, you heard a noise just outside your room, and it sounded like someone. . . cooking?

Your eyes widened, hastily getting up from your bed– stumbling on the floor as you did so, you went for the door and almost ripped the hinges from opening it so aggressively.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as soon as you saw the person in your kitchen.

"I see you're awake." They said aloud through the sizzling noises of the pan, not even bothering to look up from their work.

"Did you like the balloons? I remember you liking them like an idiot as a kid."

Your face fell blank. He just had to find you after your birthday huh?

"The roses weren't as fresh as they were yesterday, but they should still be good."

Ah. . .

Since yesterday, huh?

If you your friend's hadn't planned out your party then. . .

"What are you doing here, Gun."

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shegxox · 1 year

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how i feel making valorant and lookism content at the same time:

#valorant #lookism #so many ideas #there's so many hot characters #why are they all so hot #send help #brainrot

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shegxox · 1 year

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special christmas episode | valorant protocol

how you experienced christmas within the valorant headquarters

notes: hc style with images right after, not proofread bc it's hella rushed– will edit soon

a.n: literally started writing this five hours before christmas. I suddenly realized I haven't whipped a christmas special yet 💀 hope you guys enjoy and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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THE START OF THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Brimstone is actually a big fan of holidays

loves celebrating it, loves seeing everyone at the table

Christmas is one of his favourites

Plans to throw a party before sending everyone for their short vacation

the 'white christmas' theme is obviously out of the picture

headquarters is literally within a tropical island. . .with a volcano.

despite that, even without snow– christmas is christmas

first task of the christmas celebrations: decorating.

majority of the agents love this part

but there's one thing they hate about it

getting the artificial tree from the stockroom

cue jett, phoenix, and yoru fighting about it

"why don't you get it, I thought you're the strongest one around here." Jett spats out

"I am." Yoru frowned. "But my strength is not worth. . .this. Are you insulting me??"

But then. . .Brimstone remembered what your radiant abilities were

"Gaia."

Brimstone eyed you intensely as he sat with his elbows on his desk, fingers intertwined and pressing them against his upper lip.

"Ye-Yes, Captain?" You sweatdropped, trying to avert from your leader's firm gaze.

'What's with this weird atmosphere. . .'

"Can you do it?"

Your eyebrows shot upwards, mouth parting slightly.

". . .Do what, exactly–" is he asking what you think he's asking? "–Captain. . .?"

"A pine tree."

"Huh?"

"Can you do it?"

What.

Did you just hear him right?

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Wait– Hold on a sec, Captain." You thought he was gonna ask you to hide a body or something, "Let me get this straight—"

Brimstone didn't react much, he continued to just stare at you.

"You're asking me. . . If I can make a pine tree?" You questioned. "Is that right?"

Finally, your captain moved from his position.

"That is correct." He nodded, putting down his forearms on his desk. "So, can you do it?"

"Of course I can," You grinned awkwardly, still a little confused about where this is going. "But. . .why?"

Turns out it was already the month of December, you couldn't believe how time flies so fast, you swore you were just celebrating Halloween a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, Brimstone requested you to make a pine tree in the common room where the Christmas party will be held soon, and honestly? You were kind of excited.

You love celebrations as much as Brimstone does, but mostly because there will be lots of good food laid out once again.

"Is it true?!" Jett bursted through the common room with excitement filling her smile, "Gaia's making a pine tree?!"

Sage, Raze, and Killjoy were already in the room with you, waiting for you to work your magic.

Reyna sat quietly by the bar, sipping her purple drink peacefully with a pinch of interest towards the situation while Chamber– who's wiping a glass behind the bar looked at you with a hint of glee in his eyes.

Omen casually sat on the couch knitting away, only glancing towards the scene in front of him every now and then.

"I was just about to." You chuckled hands already raised in the direction where you plan to create the tree.

"Perfect timing," Killjoy chirped before motioning her hand to Jett. "Come, come!"

The wind radiant eagerly made her way next to Sage.

"Oh man, I love watching you use your power." Jett comments. "So magical."

"Agreed." Sage nodded.

"Alright fam, you sure this one's a good spot?" You asked for the last time.

"Yup."

"Yes."

"Absolutely!"

You sighed, shaking your hands, "Here we go then."

Using your radiance, your palms glowed green. The ground of your target space started to rumble just a bit before breaking and sprouting a small pine tree.

"Woah." Jett gasped in amusement.

Raze tried to hold a giggle bubbling from her throat

"That's so cute."

"Tell me when you're satisfied with it, okay?" You say before making the tree grow and sprout its leaves.

Everyone in the common room watched as the tree bloomed beautifully.

"Wait, stop!" Jett exclaimed and you did, the green glow on your palms fading. "That's the most perfect tree I've ever seen."

And just like that, there's an actual pine tree in the common room. Not an artificial one, a real one.

"Oh look, it even sprouted some pinecones." Sage pointed out, grinning delightfully.

"Ah, it smells wonderful too." Killjoy sighed as the aroma of fresh pine started to creep into the space.

"Welp, what are you guys waiting for?" You grinned. "Time to decorate!"

Just as you said those words, Phoenix entered the room, his eyes glancing at the tree by the corner before doing a double take.

"Wha–," His eyes widened. "Where did that come from?"

"Gaia made it." Jett responded. "Cool, right?"

"Uh–"

"Oi, what's the hold-up? Get your ass out of the way," A male voice grunts from behind Phoenix, a very familiar blue jacket peeking. It was Yoru, and he's carrying the artificial tree that he got from the stockroom due to Phoenix's insistent pestering, the tree blocking his vision upfront.

"Um, Yoru?"

"What?" The riftwalker spats out, clearly annoyed from carrying the tree.

Phoenix laughs nervously

"So uh, funny story. . ."

TROPICAL CHRISTMAS

You requested everyone to put a personal ornament on the tree

And you even grew some mistletoes and wreaths for everyone to decorate.

It was fun decorating

You all finished dressing up the common room that same day as well

The room looked magical, especially at night when the Christmas lights are all on

Holiday dinner will be in the next few days

So before that, you all decided to take on the 'tropical christmas' theme and have a day out on the island

A beach episode within a christmas episode

Even Viper agreed to get some sun in her system

Sage, Neon, and Jett dragged you along with them in picking swimsuits

"Oh! I bet this looks cute on you, Gaia!"

You tried on at least ten swimsuits that day

The girls coaxing you to show more skin and be more confident

"Gaia, I think you'd have Sova drooling if you wear this–"

"Neon!"

"Sova? You mean Chamber?"

"Sage, not you too–"

"You think Omen would knit you a biki–"

"Jett, stop!"

Cue you turning fifty shades of red

Today was a beautiful day.

The sun wasn't too harsh on the eyes nor its heat was too much on the skin. The sea was sparkling clear with a tint of blue that makes you feel refreshed as soon as you jump right in.

Breach and Brimstone were surprisingly getting along at the grilling station, chatting and watching over the others at the shore.

Jett and Phoenix were already playing some beach volleyball against Yoru and Skye, both teams were clearly riled up with their own competitiveness with Neon keeping score.

The two lovebirds– Raze and Killjoy were making their sand-snowman. . .sandman, on one side, gathering seashells and washed up sticks and branches for the sandman's body parts.

Reyna peacefully lays on her deck chair under an umbrella, dark shades covering her eyes with a refreshing drink in her hand with Viper doing the same next to her.

Astra and Sage stood near the grilling station, preparing some snacks and refreshments for everyone to enjoy.

"Is Gaia not here yet?" Sova asked aloud, just stepping out of the water wearing blue trunks with his muscular upper body confidently exposed, he slicked his long wet hair back, biceps flexing as his eyes wandered around looking for you.

Sova lets out an teasing grin, reaching out for his towel from a deck chair.

"She'll be here any minute now," Sage said with a smile before chuckling. "She must be shy because if her swimsuit."

Sage made sure to find you the perfect swimwear that not only matches your skin tone but also greatly compliments your body.

"Did you actually get her in one?"

Absolutely not doubting the idea of you getting into a bikini.

"Ah, you do not know the struggles we faced in forcing her into one." Sage said in a playful tone.

"I don't want to ruin your expectations but," Chamber's voice chimed in, he was sitting on a deck chair next to Sova's wearing swimming trunks and an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt exposing his lean upper body.

"Isn't that Gaia over there, approaching us?" The french man's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Personally, I like what I'm seeing."

Following his direction the two looked to their left and immediately saw you.

Sova lets out a laugh and Sage's mouth fell.

"Oh my. . ."

"LET'S GOOO!" You shrieked from afar as you started to run towards the water.

You were literally wearing a black and white striped t-shirt and swimming shorts (yes, like the one from. . .idk old old times) with a bright yellow duck ring floatie around your waist and more floaters on your upper arms. Bright pink goggles already covering your eyes, kicking off your slippers as you neared the shore.

You didn't waste any precious time in jumping into the refreshing waters.

"Was that Gaia?" Brimstone asked.

"Yes. . ." Sage answered with an empty smile. "Out of everything we bought for her. . ."

Astra lets out a light-hearted laugh, "Well, what do you expect from our mother earth."

"Yo! Gaia's finally here." Phoenix announced from the volleyball area. "Chicken fight!"

"I've got the water guns over there!" Jett dashed towards her deck chair.

"Oi! Are we just forgetting this fight?" Yoru frowned, fire still in his eyes to play volleyball.

"Who cares bro, we were gonna win anyway." Phoenix said smugly.

"Why you–" Yoru went after him towards the water. "Get back here!"

"Hey, wait for me!" Neon excitedly dashed her way to the water as well.

Sova put down his towel before running towards the sea, "I call Gaia's team!"

"Not if I get to her first." Chamber suddenly said, running alongside the russian man.

Watching you already enjoy yourself in the water, the two were so close to you when suddenly, out of nowhere, you were raised from the water.

"Ah!" You squealed grabbing a hold of what seemed to be. . . Shoulders?

"Omen?"

". . .I wish to participate." He states in his deep voice, carrying you on his shoulders with his head in between your thighs. Jett and Phoenix had just joined in the waters as well with Yoru hot on their trail.

Chamber and Sova almost tripped to a stop.

"Merde."

"Гавно."

"Not fast enough huh?" Cypher teasingly mused at the two obviously looked distraught. Sova gave him a weird look.

"Why are you still wearing your work clothes." Sova comments.

From afar, Viper slipped on her shades.

"The children are getting noisier. . ." Viper uttered to herself.

"Lighten up, Viper." Reyna smiles, sipping her drink.

"Today is a great day."

HOLIDAY DINNER

You know what time it is: Cooking time

This time with Jett

This is going to be grand feast for sure

Sova tried to help again like before

Got blocked by Sage though

"I just want to help." Cue cute pleading face Sova

"Sure you do, friend." Sage dismissed, knowing another person might come by as well

It's already a little crowded in the kitchen

Finished a little earlier making dinner

Jett turned a little bit like Gordon Ramsay while cooking

"Where's the sauce??"

"Shit– uh, I'll make it right now."

"Double time, Gaia!"

"Y-Yes chef."

By Brimstone's royal decree, the dinner is now deemed: formal.

Everyone has to wear something formal

Thank gods you have more time to prepare.

You had just finished doing your hair and make-up when you suddenly heard a soft knock on the door.

Quickly getting up, you smoothed over the skirt of your dress and and cleared your throat.

"Come in."

The door slid open and you were face to face with–

"Ah, Chamber." You smiled. "What a nice surprise."

The man looked exquisite with his all-black suit, as always his hair was neat and slick, and that familiar scent of his cologne was starting to waft around your room.

Chamber stepped into your room before gently taking hold of your right hand.

"Ma chèrie," He smiles charmingly. "You look wonderful tonight."

You wore a short yet elegant cream-colored dress with puff sleeves partnered with a big bow styling your loose half up half down hair.

Bending slightly, he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"As do you, monsieur." You grinned. "What brings you here."

"Well," the man sighs, straightening his posture once again. "I would like to have the honor of escorting you, ma belle."

You gave him a light chuckle, "It's just dinner, Chamber It's okay."

He then went to your side and stuck iut his arm.

"But if you insist." You smiled, accepting his offer as you wrapped your hand around his bicep, feeling it tense just a bit as you did.

"I'll take that offer."

As the two of you entered, almost everyone was already there.

"Oh, what's this that I see?" Phoenix grinned. "Gaia and Chamber are finally here!"

Your friends came to greet you as they slowly peeled you from Chamber's hold, complimenting your look and chatting you away from his grasp much to the french man's dismay.

"Well, I'll consider this your redemption from that swimsuit you wore three days ago." Sage joked, linking her arm with yours. "Your dress is adorable! Where did you get it?"

"Your bow reminds me of that old disney movie," Raze comments. "I think it was the little mermaid?" She turned to Killjoy for confirmation and her lover nods.

"Yup, the little mermaid."

You gave them a bright grin, "Thank you, my loves. You all look wonderful as well."

Sage wore a long and flowy baby blue dress while Killjoy and Raze wore matching white suits that were styled to match their own aesthetic.

"Sorry I'm late, everyone." Your eyes turned towards the door and found your mentor at the entrance.

"Woah. . ." You accidentally slipped under your breath

Sova came in wearing a tight black fitted button-up partnered with a dark blue blazer and slacks.

"Sova!" You greeted him with a wave, instantly gaining his attention, he gave you a smile before walking towards your direction.

Sage smiles coyly, pulling you a bit in place, "Ah, excuse us for a moment, Gaia."

"Oh yeah sure."

"Wait hold on I need to ask–" Killjoy was cut off by Sage ushering them out of the scene.

"Later, laterrr."

Exactly when the three of them had gone, Sova had reached you.

"Gaia, you look lovely." He compliments with a soft smile.

"Thank you, you look–" Your eyes accidentally darted towards his chest, catching yourself off guard from the sudden action, you quickly looked up– heart beating a little fast.

"You look dashing."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sova utters, a little out of breath. "I went to your room but I guess you already left."

"Ah, yeah," You chuckled shortly, "Chamber came in and asked if he could escort me."

Sova raised an eyebrow, "Did he?"

"Yup, he's right over there now." You nodded your head towards his direction, Sova following your gaze and locked eyes with the weapons designer.

Chamber gave him a smirk before lifting his champagne glass to your direction slightly.

"We're just waiting for Brim, then we can all finally eat." You comment with a sigh, looking over to the buffet of food laid out on the table. "Damn, I wanna eat already. What's taking him so lo–"

"Gaia."

"Hm?"

You gazed up to Sova with an innocent look, "What is it."

The man didn't say anything, instead he merely glanced up.

"Huh. . ?" Confused, you looked up, eyes widening as you saw what was above the two of you.

'Ah. . .' You could feel your cheeks starting to get hot as you looked at Sova with wide eyes.

Above your heads, there was a mistletoe.

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your touch leaves flowers blooming in its wake | valorant

intimate moments with some of the valorant bois. includes sova, chamber, cypher, phoenix, yoru, omen,

notes: sfw= wholesome content ^^ headcanon style with imagines after

a.n: previous val fic got me all sad, so here's a compensation. not part of the lore, just some good ol' hc and imagines. can't wait to reveal a huge part of gaia's lore soon, and of course, a christmas special will the otw, enjoy!

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S O V A

two words. big hands.

you love his hands so much

though he was a little shy about it at first and argued that his hands were unappealing

"the fuck do you mean unappealing?"

". . .did you just curse me?"

it wasn't soft or smooth, his hands were calloused due to his overuse of the arrow.

but no matter, you actually liked the feeling of the roughness of his palms

And the size difference???

Oh, gods have mercy.

It was a well-deserved day off for you and Sova as the two of you lounge comfortably in his room. The room was dimmed with low blue lights, and the air conditioner provided that perfect coolness within the room. You and your lover lay on the bed enjoying the cool heaven-like atmosphere with fluffy blankets over your bodies, legs entangled with one another as Sova nuzzles the back of your neck.

His left arm is outstretched for your head to lay on his bicep whilst the other hang loosely around your waist.

Sova hums in contentment as your fingers massaged his left hand, pressing his palms with your thumbs and rubbing his fingers. Feeling the roughness and calloused spots, and even the small scars that you would feel under your fingertips.

You gently lifted his hand and brought it on your lips. Softly pressing a lingering kiss on the side of his hand.

"Is this what they call a hand kink?" Sova jests, his voice low and sleepy. Your touch lulling him to sleep.

You let out a soft chuckle at his statement, "Where'd you learn that term, huh?"

"You must love my hand more than me."

You feigned a gasp.

"That's not true." You dragged the last word in a singsong voice.

"Then hurry up and face me, I want kiss you."

It didn't take long for you to follow that demand happily. Turning your back to face him, his big hand instantly found its way to your cheek before pressing his lips onto yours gently.

You sighed happily against the kiss as you felt his thumb brush against your cheekbone before travelling down to your side and slowly wrapping around the side of your neck.

The coolness of his hands elicited goosebumps on your skin as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

"Я тебя люблю."

C H A M B E R

it's no question that this man is touchy

actually, that could be an understatement

he loves gifting you with surprise kisses and teasing touches here and there

but when you do it to him?

OHOHOHOHOOH.

man would blush 50 shades darker

if this man loves touching you, then he loves you touching him even more

"aww, where did your charm go, mon cher?"

"you're playing a dangerous game, mademoiselle."

It was one of those nights where Brimstone requires everyone to sit down and have dinner together. You, Sage, and Jett happily cooked in the kitchen as time for dinner approaches near.

At the moment, Sage and Jett rushed out to pick some last-minute herbs and garnish in their mini garden, and so, you were left in the kitchen alone to do the stirring duty.

You were just minding your bussiness when suddenly. . .

You felt a looming presence behind you followed by hands gently wrapping themselves around your waist. Warm lips touched your neck as you hear a deep voice say.

"That smells good, ma chérie."

A wild Chamber appears!

Your lips tugged into a smile, feeling your lover's chin rest on your shoulder and your free hand immediately went up to rub his face with your fingers.

"You want to taste?"

"Ah, yes please."

You took a spoonful of food from the pot before carefully twisting your body to the side, Chamber pulls away from you slightly and had a taste.

He hummed in content.

"It tastes wonderful, my love. I assume you made it, yes?"

You smirked, "It was Jett."

"Ah, then not bad."

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow jokingly to his side, "Don't be like that, it tastes very good!"

"Not as good as y–"

You shoved another spoonful into his mouth before he could finish.

Finally, it was dinner time, everyone chatting with one another and sharing a laugh or two. Brimstone was rambling away with his stories, Reyna lecturing Neon about her training, and Chamber. . .

Oh, he's awfully silent.

Usually, he'd be throwing flirts here and there for show.

You put on a smile as you listened to Brim's stories, all the while your right hand rests on Chamber's left knee. Rubbing it nonchalantly as you indulged in your captain's chatter.

Chamber took a bite of his food, glasses reflecting white from the white, very much feeling your careless touch.

"Wait so what happened after?" You asked excitedly, seemingly interested in Brimstone's storytelling. Your hands unconsciously inching upwards to your lover's thigh, squeezing them softly every now and then.

Chamber downed his wine, unintentionally slamming it down on the table before leaning next to your ear.

"Ma chérie, what do you think you're doing?" he husked in a low tone that caught you off guard.

Your focus from the captain was torn as it shifted to your lover. Head snapping as you turned to him in bewilderment.

"What?"

"Expect me in your room after this."

C Y P H E R

Even though the two of you are intimate with each other, unfortunately, the mask stays on

Well, unfortunate to others, but fortunate for you.

Two words: m a s k k i n k

other than that, his mysteriousness added to his attractiveness

It took a while for him to get comfortable with showing little bits of himself to you

Like taking off his gloves to show his hands and some of his arm.

You didn't mind at all, really. You respected his privacy.

He's discreetly touchy

Hand on your thighs under the table, sneaky arm slithering on your waist.

He would melt under your touch whenever it's just the two of you in the room.

It was a calm afternoon in the Valorant headquarters, after at least five rounds of chess, you and Cypher ended up just lounging around in his workshop.

You sat on the far end of the couch while Cypher laid his head on your lap. His gloves were off as well as his hat, his bare hand fiddling around the queen chess piece with his fingers.

You gazed down at him endearingly.

"It's still so funny whenever your hat is off." You comment with a small smile as you smoothed over the head part of his mask.

Cypher gave you a low chuckle that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"You've said that countless of times, ya amar."

"I can't help it." You grinned. "You just suddenly become a baldie."

Cypher lets a pleased sigh as your fingers started to wander around his face. Outlining his jaw, brushing his cheek, and massaging his temples every now and then.

"How I crave to feel your touch right now."

The separation of his skin from your touch due to his mask often frustrated him most of the time. Sometimes he just wanted to rip off his mask right then and there and relish in your skinship.

He craves it, it felt like he was melting whenever you touch him– it felt like heaven. Your touch was different and distinct, it was as if there was no one else that could handle him as you do– even when he had experienced this with his past lover, he would never mistake your touch for hers.

"I'm sorry again for this, my love." The agent sighed, as he lifts his hand and held yours that was working on his face, brushing his thumb softly against your skin.

Maybe someday, little by little– when everything is safe and has a hundred percent confidence with how things go, then perhaps he could finally reveal himself to you.

"No worries, my darling." You assured with a kind smile as your other hand traced where his eyebrows could be through his mask with your fingers. "It is you whom I adore."

Cypher brought your hand down to where his mouth could be before pressing his lips against your fingers through his mask, giving you a makeshift kiss.

"To live without you, only that would be torture."

"A day alone, only that would be death."

P H O E N I X

Hugs. lots of hugs.

His hugs are literally the best.

It could be a little side effect of his radiance but he's always warm-er than everyone else.

He's the perfect partner for cuddles in rainy season

Often playful with eachother

You're that couple who's just a ball of sunshine.

One of your favorite pastimes together is listening to uis playlist and even his own music

"Neon just sent me her playlist," Phoenix announced as soon as he entered his room. "Wanna listen to it together?"

You perked your head up with sleepy eyes as soon as you hear his voice. He must've forgotten that you were taking a nap on his bed.

"Oh shi– my bad, my bad, sweetheart." He apologized sheepishly as he sat next to you on the bed. "I forgot you were napping."

You shook your head, gracing him with your lovely smile as you sat up from your lying position. "No, it's okay–" You yawned. "Let's listen to it."

"Thanks, babe." He gave you a chaste kiss on the side of your head, his left arm immediately engulfing your shoulders and pulling you close. "I'll make it up to you later."

"Mmm. . ." You hummed, rubbing your eyes as you leaned on your lovers' shoulder.

Phoenix then played the playlist before kicking off his shoes and nestling himself next to you on the bed, both of your backs leaning against the headboard as the speakers around his room blasted the music.

The two of you lay there peacefully, vibing along with the song that filled the room. You're assuming most of Neon's songs were from years ago by Filipino bands.

"Mm, I kind of like the beat of this one." You comment, the song prompting energy in your system, no longer feeling sleepy. "What song is it?"

"Uh, let me check–" Phoenix glanced on his phone. "It's called, 'Come inside of my heart' by a band called IV of spades."

"Ooh," You mused. " I think Neon made me listen to one of their songs before."

"Do you like it?" Phoenix queries with a smile, "This one."

"Yeah," You replied, nodding eagerly. "Kind of makes me wanna dance along with it."

Phoenix beamed, looking at you brightly.

"Then let's do it!"

"What, here?" You chuckled, gazing back to the radiant who's were filled with excitement. "Dance here?"

"Of course, why not?" He grinned, quickly getting out of the bed and held out a hand for you. "C'mon, the chorus is about to start!"

You gave him a short laugh, "Alright, alright, I'm up."

Taking his hand, as soon as your feet met the floor, Phoenix wasted no time in guiding your body along with his.

His other hand circled your waist, still holding on to your other as the two of you swayed along the beat of the music.

The two of you shared smiles and laughs as he twirls you and even dip you gently, feet stepping rhythmically without a fail to the beat, your bodies in a joyful sync.

"–look at the stars go a little bit faster–"

"–Oooh~" You continued after him as he sang parts of the song. His hands guided yours around his neck before resting his own around your hips, foreheads touching and lips merely inches away from eachother.

As the song nears its end, the gap between the two of you gradually closed, sharing a blissful kiss that made both hearts flutter with warmth.

Y O R U

This man. . . is a tsundere

May the demons in hell drag you down if you're wrong

Well, at least at first.

When he got comfortable, bullying each other is one of the many forms of your love language

But behind closed doors, he's actually very clingy

He likes being close to you

Would always have some type of skinship whenever you're together

Pinky fingers or knees touching

He especially likes it when you run your fingers through his hair

Would often blush and act shy whenever you touch him

"How do I look?" You asked as you popped out from the wide closet.

Yoru merely glanced in your direction, but then caught sight of a familiar blue hue material of clothing and did a double take.

"Is that my jacket?" He raised an amused brow, a small smirk growing on his lips.

". . . No." You denied playfully as Yoru stood up from his seat and approached you.

"You should wear my clothes often," Yoru comments, his gloved hand fixing your collar. "Since you lack any sense of style."

Your jaw dropped, playfully pushing his left shoulder.

"You take that back."

"Make me."

Taking hold of the collars of his black leather jacket, you pulled him down to your level before giving him a quick kiss.

The moment you pulled away, Yoru stared at you with wide eyes and you smirked teasingly.

"You should see your face."

Lightly pushing you away, he turned around with a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to hide his flustered face.

"Let's just go. . ."

"Hehe."

As the two of you went outside, it was already dark. However, your eyes immediately lit up from the lovely sight before you. The Sakura trees were all in full bloom, their leaves and petals dancing around in the air following the breeze's lead.

"Woah," you uttered under your breath. Even the yellowish dim of the streetlights gave it more touch of aesthetics. "So pretty."

Out of nowhere, your sight suddenly turned a grey and realized that Yoru had just placed a motorcycle helmet on you.

You turned your head to the side, seeing him put on a helmet as well, and only noticing his sleek ride parked just behind him.

"C'mon, we gotta catch this shop I'm itching to take you." His voice was a little muffled, yet understandable. He reached out a hand for you and you gladly took it.

"We're actually riding this?" You asked. "I thought it'd never happen, I'm quite excited."

You hear your lover chuckle, "Better get a good hold, I ride fast."

Yoru mounted his ride and so did you, the motorcycle hummed to life upon ignition. The riftwalker adjusted his side mirror and peeked at you from the reflection.

"Ready?"

Yoru's breath suddenly got stuck in his throat as he felt your hands slowly wrap around his waist, hugging him firmly from behind with your chest pressed against his back.

"Is this hold good enough?"

The radiant quickly cleared his throat.

"Y-Yeah," Dammit, he just stuttered. "Try not to slip away, princess."

With that, the two of you rode into the night as the cherry blossoms fall along your way, it was such a lovely sight. Hugging him from behind, you leaned the side of your head on his back, subtly feeling the faint beating of his heart whilst Yoru relished the feeling of having your gentle warmth surrounding him like the first day of spring.

O M E N

Since he's like a shadow, you love how his shadows would shroud you whenever he would teleport from behind

His touch feels a little cold– just a little

Lotssss of back hugs

He likes surprising you whenever he pops out of nowhere

Bros' voice is majestic.

You love it especially when he would hum

Literally just wakes something within you

Surprisingly cuddly whenever it's just the two of you

He relishes in your warmth and adores holding you close.

Enjoys your presence a lot

It was a quiet evening at headquarters, most of the agents had gone into their respective rooms to rest after finishing up a mission– you included.

You just finished having a quick shower before making your way to the common area to relax. Since you're given a rest the next day, you decided to watch some films before going to bed.

Plopping down on the couch, you went on to open the television.

"May I join you?" A sudden deep voice queries next to your ear, making you flinch from your seat, looking over to your shoulder, your eyes met three glowing lines of blue looking back.

"Omen," You smiled in relief. "Of course, come sit next to me."

"Thank you."

Without another word, Omen made his way to the front and sat next to you. Almost instantly, you lay your legs on his lap as he took out his knitting materials, his elbows resting on your thighs.

The two of you sat there peacefully, your lover knitting something away as you watched your movie. The room was dark with only the screen as the source of light, different colors flashing every now and then.

"What creature is he?" Omen suddenly asked, pausing his knitting and looking at you.

"Totoro?"

"A Totoro?" Omen cutely tilts his head to the side. "What's that?"

"No–" You chuckled, sitting up slightly from your position, using your forearm to support your upper body. "Totoro is what they call him, what he is some kind of a spirit of the forest."

Omen looked at the screen playing the scene of the creature he asked about.

"I see."

"Do you like him?" You asked, "I like him, he looks so round and cuddly."

"Is that so?" The phantom mused, this Totoro does seem cuddly and adorable, it's obvious why you'd like the character.

"But don't worry," You then say, completely sitting up and leaning towards the agent. "You're still the only one I'd ever want to cuddle."

Placing a quick kiss on the side of his hood, you rest your head on the side of his chest, continuing your watch. Omen circled his arm around you and shifted slightly to get you in a more comfortable spot.

Omen mimicked breathing as you feel his chest heave up and down softly, the subtle movement somehow prompting your eyes to get heavy.

You let out a yawn.

"You somehow make me sleepy most of the time when I'm in your arms." You comment, sleepiness lacing your tone. "I wonder why."

Omen gazed down to your face, seeing your eyes struggling to stay open in an attempt to continue watching the movie, the man let out a low chuckle.

"If you're tired, then sleep." He spoke gently, "There is still tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah. . ." You mumbled, patting his chest. "I'm still awake. . ."

Only five minutes after you said those words, you were already snoozing peacefully in your lover's arms. Omen set down his knitting and proceeds to turn the television off, carrying you as he sat up and walked out of the common room.

He made his way to his quarters and set you down on his bed with his black cat that was resting on the side.

He took a moment to gaze at you, his fingers tucking away the loose strands of hair that fell on your face as you sleep soundly. The words of Sage rang through his head when he asked about you that one time:

"She's always sleepy around you?" The healer lets out a gentle laugh. "Then that means your company makes her feel safe and comfortable. She's able to let herself be vulnerable in your presence, that means she trusts you, Omen."

~ f i n

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unsaid | lookism

in which you receive a midnight guest in the middle of your stream

notes: curse words , reader is a "rising" streamer, gotta censor some titles like in the manhwa lmao

wc:

a.n: i have no idea what the heck happened towards the end, this red flag is rotting my brain, please send hel–

YOU glared at the large flat screen of your monitor, eyes slowly getting red with bags under your eyes getting darker.

"We're not stopping until I get out of iron, chat." You rasped, looking intensely at your computer. "These fucking smurfs!"

Another round lost for the fifth time.

You started streaming and playing v*lorant four hours ago at 8 p.m and honestly? You were having a blast! But then, you entered competitive.

When it comes to other games, you're as swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, and have the strength of a raging fire. You were deemed a genius in certain games due to your fast critical thinking and strategies.

But then, v*lorant came, and suddenly. . . you're a blind person who dodges on-screen bullets in real life like a complete idiot.

You suck at playing first-person shooting games, and in this one? It was like you were playing a horror game instead. You'd violently flinch whenever the sound of the sniper gun would go off and kill you, the footsteps coming in close to your way were unnerving, and the jumpscares– oh god, the jumpscares.

Though despite all that, this game is hella addicting. Addicting to the point where you even dream about it in your sleep.

"Give me a week, you guys." You spoke to your virtual audience. "I promise to get aces when I finally–!"

Suddenly, you heard a loud bang coming from the other side of your room followed by what seemed to be glass shattering. The sudden noise made you jump slightly from your seat and dart your head towards the sound.

"What." You blurted out, going silent as your chat started to flow with worried messages, hearing the unsettling sound as well.

Yup, that's how loud it was.

Woah what was that

Did someone break in?

Oh no, lock your door!

Please stay safe.

Call the police!!

You narrowed your eyes, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you wondered what the initial noise was. Besides the glass crashing, the first one didn't sound like something falling over, instead, it sounded like–

'Shit'

"Sorry guys." You apologized as you started to exit the game. "Looks like we're not grinding tonight, I'll see you all in the next stream."

Without bothering to look at the responses, you ended your stream and turned off your camera as well as your pc.

Taking off your headphones, you stood up from your seat and quietly made your way out of your room– slowly opening the door as you do.

It was silent, you could only hear the soft ticking of the clock with the hallway leading to the living room shrouded with darkness. You stood on your tiptoes before creeping your way to the living room, and just before you could turn the corner, you switched on the lights.

Immediately seeing a broken vase on the ground, you peeked through the corner and felt your breath instantly get hitched at your throat. Eyes widening from the unexpected sight as you revealed yourself from behind the wall.

It was a man, he was shirtless and sat comfortably on the couch with his arms and knees sprawled out as if he owns the place, head thrown back at the back rim of the couch.

"Gun??" You breathed out in disbelief. "The fuck you doing here?"

"Is that how you greet your guests?" He utters nonchalantly. "No complimentary wine or anything?"

You gave him a deadpan look, "This is my apartment, not a hotel."

He lifted his head from its position and looked at you from his seat. His left eyebrow quirked, glasses turning white from the light's reflection.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He questioned as if offended by your clothes. Even with that stupid anime glasses flare effect you could tell he just eyed you up and down like you were some peasant.

"How dare you," You squinted your eyes as you started to approach him slowly. "You break into my home, smash my precious vase, and dare insult my Pikachu onesie?"

You stood before him, looking down at his face.

"You wanna die?"

Gun feigned a sigh, "You've been away from me for almost a year, and look what happened to your fashion sense."

Your left eye twitched.

'This mother fu–'

"Weren't you the one who told me to always look good on every occasion?" His lips tugged into a smug smirk. "Such a shame."

"Ya." You called out, a vein popping on the side of your head. "If you must know I was just streaming earlier, just how the fuck did you find me and–"

Your eyes trailed down to his bare chest.

". . . Dude, my couch is white what the hell."

It was just then that you noticed a huge slash across his chest with fresh blood dripping from the wounds.

"You care about the couch more than me?"

"Oh, of course not, you're my baby girl." You answered with sarcasm dripping your tone. "Who cares if the cleaner becomes suspicious of me after seeing blood on my couch and started accusing me of murder."

"Damn, you still talk too much."

"And you're still ugly."

You sighed before turning your back, making your way to the kitchen.

"Who did you fight this time?"

Gun raised an amused brow, "Weren't you gonna ask how I found you?"

"What, nooo." You then said in a dramatic tone, "How could I ask that when my baby girl is bleeding to death!"

"Ya, stop with that nickname."

"My baby girl should always come first." You teased in a monotone voice as you pulled out a first aid kit from a cabinet. You then went back to where he was and plopped down on the couch next to him.

"Spill."

"It's none of your business."

"Then why are you even here." You took out the disinfectant, pieces of cotton, and a tweezer.

"Free patch up." Gun replied curtly

You suck your teeth, left eyebrow quirking briefly as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Touché." You held up the cotton dipped in disinfectant with your tweezers before bringing it close to his wound. "Better start talking to distract yourself, this will sting like a bitch."

". . ."

You dabbed the cotton gently.

"Get this–" Gun started to talk, feeling that familiar sting as you started to clean his wound. Though he had gotten used to it, talking does get him distracted from the pain, he doesn't mind getting less pain from his treatment.

He started to talk about this crew called Hostel, a bunch of runaway kids who live in an old building loving together as a family. Gun then proceeds to rant about this particular guy named Eli whom he tried to take under his wing and make him his potential successor.

"What happens then?" You inquired. "I take this is the part where things go south?"

Gun hummed in reply, "He found out his was pregnant."

"Ah." You threw your head back slightly. "Let me guess, the two of you had a father son fight and in the end you let him go."

"Hm."

"That's one hell of a story." you comment, nearly finishing the disinfecting process of his wound.

"He had the most potential that I've seen," Gun mused. "And he threw it all away just for some girl."

"If he risked even fighting you just to get away, then she's just not some girl." You stated. "She's a girl that he greatly loves."

Gun scoffed from hearing that particular word, his chest heaving up as he did.

"Love, huh." He shook his head once. "What a cliché."

You let out a soft chuckle, finally finished with disinfecting.

"It is cliché," You agreed as you took out the bandages. "But not odd."

"It's stupid." Gun spats, sitting up properly on his seat as you work your way with the bandages. "Wasting an opportunity to get stronger just for that?"

"Hm," You started to wrap his chest. "You seem to forget, babygirl–"

"Stop it."

"Babygirl." You pressed. "There are two things that humans would go crazy for, and that's money and love."

"At least money's worth it, you'd have power."

"That is true," you nodded. "But love gives you power as well, just– in a different way. It's what probably fueled Eli to still try and fight you, heck, he even gave you this."

You gently pressed your wrapped chest, careful to not put too much pressure. Gun looked at you intently through his glasses.

"Love can make you do things that could go even beyond reason, it messes you up on the inside but somehow still becomes your strength." Removing your hand, you continued to wrap the bandages around him. "If it's all for love, you either win or lose. It's what makes or breaks you, all depending on how you wish to face it."

"You talk as if you've experienced it yourself," Gun comments with a scoff. "Did you ever become a fool for love?"

"A fool?" You huffed a laugh as a memory flashed at the back of your mind. "Maybe for a time, but I choose to run away from it."

"Run away?"

"Mhm." You hummed, as you finished the last lap of bandages. "But somehow, it keeps finding me no matter how hard I try to run."

Securing the bandage, you let out a sigh, facing him with a blank expression.

"So, how did you find me, Gun?" Gathering up the bloodied cotton balls, you stood up with the first aid kit in your other hand before going back to the kitchen.

"You slipped up once in your stream." He answered and you clicked your tongue, throwing the cottons away and putting back the kit into the cabinet.

"It was the window, wasn't it?"

"It took a while, but here I am." Gun tilted his head to the side, watching you from afar. "What will you do now."

You turned your back to face him again from the counter, sighing as you say,

"I don't know, probably sleep."

Gun then abruptly stood from his seat and started to approach you.

"Why do you keep running away, huh?" He questioned in a demanding tone, "You could've been living like a princess right now instead of pleasing perverts online."

"Excuse me?" You frowned. "Is that what you think goes on with my work?"

Gun scoffed, smirking cruelly as he reached the other side of the counter.

"You call that work?"

"Yes, and I love doing what I do and it's legal." You firmly state, "If you think what I do is pleasing perverts by just playing games, then it is you who have to change your sick perspective."

"So you're doing this because you love the attention you're not getting from–"

Gun found himself suddenly facing to the left, a stinging pain throbbing on his cheek, his glasses falling on the floor.

He lets out a low chuckle, seemingly bemused. He slowly turned to face you once again, eyeing you firmly like a predator with his dark eyes.

"Good to know you're still strong, princess."

You gave him a cold stare.

"You must have been tired from your fight." You uttered carefully. "You may rest here in the living room if you please, but if not, please lock the door as you go.

You turned your heel to walk away, but a firm hand caught hold of your wrist, pulling you to face him again.

"Why won't you just come back," Gun frowned. "Do you really wish to live like this?"

You stayed silent, glaring into the abyss of his eyes.

"You deserve more than this."

Gritting your teeth, you harshly pulled your hand away from his hold.

"I do." You agreed in a low tone. "From all the shit that wannabe father put me through, I sure as hell deserve more than this."

"You think you can survive on your own?" He challenged in a condescending tone. "He's still the reason why you're still well off."

"I can survive on my own." You snapped. "Even if I end up alone, I will get through this and make a name for myself. Don't you dare show your face to me again. . . please."

With that, you went to your room and locked the door without another word, leaving the man standing alone in the room with his jaw clenched and hands curling into a fist.

The next day, Gun found himself alone in the apartment without a single sight of you, it was as if you disappeared out of thin air.

"Yet another hide and seek, hm?" Gun mused to himself.

"Better hide properly this time, princess."

#lookism imagines #lookism gun #lookism park jonggun #lookism jonggun #park jonggun #gun x reader #park jonggun x reader #jonggun x reader #lookism #lookism anime #lookism webtoon #webtoon lookism #oc reader #lookism gun x reader

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no one told me chamber would be in lookism??

#lookism #valorant #chamber valorant #valorant chamber #lookism anime #i haven't read the manhwa yet #lookism gun #update: i read the manhwa #wth he's so hot

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all too well. | KAY/O , Sova

kay/o's memories feel as fresh as though they only happened yesterday.

cw: a little bit of angst, a little graphic? not proofread

wc: hello long wtf why did i write this??

a.n: the effect of listening to all too well 10-minute version for hours straight. amma try to mimic how memory works on this one e.e– we all know that kay/o is from another timeline right? and we know about the radiant war right? right, okay. this one's long too bc of some lore so uh, enjoy!

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YOU walked through the doors of battle with him, headstrong with a brave heart that never stopped beating even until the end. Your prowess was something to be marvelled at especially in your radiance.

The short blue scarf tied on your bicep– the symbol of your allegiance to the people, yet a sign of treachery to your fellow radiants. Gaining the title of hope and traitor at the same time.

The only radiant fighting alongside humans.

"I am programmed to kill you, don't give me a reason to comply," KAY/O warned menacingly as he towered over your form, though you stood unwavering and even flashed him a gentle smile.

"It's nice to meet you, KAY/O. I hope we get along well."

If the robot could frown, he absolutely would be right now.

A radiant fighting alongside with humanity?

Now that's something KAY/O thought would be one of the most impossible scenarios to happen, and yet, here you are.

He and Brimstone even had an argument prior to your introduction. He just couldn't understand why his partner– his best friend, would trust someone like you– a radiant, to fight alongside them.

Could you believe it? A radiant? Literally the enemy?

To his dismay, he had no choice but to trust in his friend's judgement. To KAY/O, you were a ticking time bomb that could go off any moment and betray them as well. You betrayed your own kind, who's to say you wouldn't do the same thing to them? Just the littlest wrong move from you, KAY/O will gladly wipe you off from existence.

"KAY/O, I'm not doing anything shady," The robot flinched from his hiding spot behind a wall.

"Yes, I can see you from the glass window."

He lets out a grunt, standing up from his crouched position, only noticing the window in front of you at that moment.

You turned to him with a small smile, "Come, I'll show you what it says."

"Did your little radiant friends finally contact you." He stated, not as a question. He was hoping this was finally it. "Ready to betray us next?"

He watched as your eyebrows lightly scrunched together as your hand gripped the paper you were holding tight. Purple hyacinths sprouting on your head.

You forced out a weak laugh, "Not today, I'm afraid. Just come."

KAY/O thought for a moment before finally approaching you, noting how your smile widened as he came to your direction.

You quickly showed him the letter's contents.

"This is. . ."

You grinned, "Yeah, I know."

KAY/O took the letter from your hand, reading the words over.

"From the soldiers. . ?"

"They're thank you letters." You chirp, glancing at him and then back to the papers.

Indeed they were, and this was the moment KAY/O had to replay some events at the back of his mind. The people that you had saved and healed, their gratitude was written on these papers.

He then recalled a time when you worked tirelessly overnight just to get all the troops recovered from their injuries, healing them all back to normal in just one night.

Without your help at that time, their troops would've been easily outnumbered by Reyna's force the next day.

"It's a small and sweet gesture but," KAY/O turned to look at your smiling face, though you seem happy because of your expression, even he could tell that you held something else in your eyes.

"It's nice to feel appreciated."

After that encounter, KAY/O lowered his guard around you by around 50%. He realized that he's been too fixated on you being a radiant that he didn't acknowledge how useful and important you were in the battlefield. And though it was hard to admit at first, it is fortunate to have you on their side.

"KAY/O, behind you!"

He hears your voice from a distance and as he turns whilst dealing with the enemy in front of him, the enemy radiant behind his back raised their knife in an attempt to stab him.

Before they could, a thick vine sprouted from the ground, piercing the radiant through and through to their side before dropping the body on the ground. KAY/O pushed the initial enemy's limp body away from him before turning in your direction, your eyes glowing green with your left arm outstretched in his way.

He was about to utter his thanks when he spotted a radiant creeping behind you, their abilities about ti activate . Without skipping a beat, KAY/O threw his knife in your direction,

"Get down!"

Doing as you were told, you ducked and the knife came flying through the radiant's head. Looking over your shoulder, the enemy dropped dead as your area gets suppressed along you with it. The green glow of your eyes fading.

"Thanks!"

There were a lot of times when you could've betrayed them during battle. But you never did it. Even when confronted face to face by the Empress herself, you stood your ground and never faltered.

"What a shame," Reyna feigns a sigh. "You really did side with these insects."

KAY/O took an unfortunate hit from Reyna, and is currently on the floor, body glowing red.

He needed a reset.

You tried to remain calm, KAY/O was just infront of you, you just needed to contain Reyna to reach him.

"You may be right, they are insects." You breathed heavily. "But you're destroying the Earth. You're destroying me."

Reyna lets out a cruel laugh, "To build an empire you must start from scratch! This will be a paradise when this is over."

The empress stretched out her hand, palms open.

"I will give you one last chance." She announced, her eyes shining a bright hue of purple– full of fury, full of power. "Rule with me, Gaia."

"No thanks," You answered firmly. "Your side doesn't have a talking toaster."

With that, you punched the ground– sending waves of the earth in her direction. She used her radiance to quickly move out of the way and you took this chance to raise a high wall of earth.

Throwing yourself to KAY/O's side you quickly did his manual reset. You can already hear the enemy gunning down your wall from the other side.

"Come on, come on, come on!" You chanted as the wall started to crack. Finally, KAY/O rebooted

"Oh thank– Ah!"

Before you could even breathe in relief, you found yourself hauled up over the robot's shoulder.

"What the hell!" You shrieked. "Put me down!"

"Negative. We're going to retreat." KAY/O was getting the fuck out of that place. He just knows that there's a number of radiants on the other side of that wall.

"Yeah I know but please put me down!" You pleaded as your partner continued running, your fist repeatedly banging on his back. "I'm gonna throw up!"

"Swallow it."

"YOU STUPID TOASTER–!"

KAY/O finally trusts you. He genuinely found your abilities fascinating and whenever there's a rare time of free time, he would find himself around you.

"For you to create a creature, you must know it's anatomical structure and genetic code?" KAY/O questioned and you smiled.

"That's right."

"And you could create a new genetic code as well?"

"Yup."

"Huh, interesting." KAY/O held the small plump plant-like creature in front of him. "And that's how this creature came to be."

"Yeah," You patted the creature's leafy head. "I just got this design of him from a video game called Kenshin."

KAY/O instantly went on a search.

"An RPG video game that came out more than one hundre years ago."

You chuckled, "Yeah, it's practically an ancient game at this point."

He was supposed to be deactivated for the day but he found himself coming to your tent. Today's fight took a toll on you, and he couldn't understand why he wanted to see you.

From the beginning, you already knew you would be killing your own kind, so what's the problem now?

"Gaia." His tone was soft as he parted the tent to the side, taking a look inside your quarters. He found you sitting on the edge of your bed, turning to him with a tear-stained face and red eyes.

He felt something inside him. Seeing you like that, there was a feeling deep within his system and he couldn't figure out why or what it was.

"KAY/O. . ." Your voice was weak. "What are you doing here?"

". . . I came to check on you."

You sniffed, wiping your cheeks. "You didn't have to."

Standing up from your bed, you approached him, "I'm sorry, I don't want to see anyone right no–"

You suddenly felt a cool metal hand on your left cheek, making you pause your words.

"This is the first time you didn't greet me with a smile."

You gave him a puzzled look, "What–"

"It's alright." He cuts off again. "You don't have to smile all the time. You can cry, I'll be here for you."

KAY/O felt as though he was possessed by something, it was out of his character to say something like that and yet, those words naturally sounded out from him.

He stayed by your side as you cried, holding onto his arm. He doesn't know any other way to comfort you but he thought that this would suffice. When you eventually cried yourself to sleep, he positioned you gently back to bed before taking a sit on a nearby chair by your bedside.

KAY/O stayed with you all night.

"What happened, how is she??" KAY/O bursted through the tent of the medical ward, hurriedly searching for you.

Brimstone and Sova were the first he saw before finding you laying unconscious on the white bed.

He turned to his two colleagues, "Report."

"We don't know what happened." Brimstone sighed. "We were with her at that time and she covered me from above. But the next thing I know she came falling down and writhing in pain."

Sova stepped in and spoke as well, "We retreated eventually and took her here, but she's suddenly going through some changes."

KAY/O gave Sova a look, "What changes?"

Sova went silent, he and Brim sharing a look before stepping aside and motioning his hand towards your unconscious body. He took a closer look.

Your hands turned completely black up until your wrist. The dark color traced the veins on your arms as well, crawling up to your elbow.

"Mercy please," you huffed. "I can't take it any longer."

"Get up." KAY/O demanded strictly.

"No."

"I will not repeat myself."

"Then don't." You deadpanned, faceplanted on the ground.

The robot sighed. "It's only been 30 minutes. Get up now, Gaia."

You shot him a teasing look, "I thought you said you wouldn't repeat yoursel–"

The killer robot had enough of your delays, he simply picked you up from the ground like you were just a sack of potatoes and hauled you over his shoulder.

"Ah shit, not again." You whined. "Please put me down, I swear I won't run away."

"Ha, good joke." KAY/O continued his way to the training area.

"Please, my arm feels like jelly. Why can't I just use my radiance." You complained. "My aim sucks!"

"Exactly." Finally putting you down, you slowly turned around to see your new friends that you wanted nothing more than to blow them all up.

Aimbots.

"You gotta stop relying too much on your power." KAY/O scolded.

"I hate you so much." You murmured, frowning like an upset child.

KAY/O handed you a Vandal, "Then pretend the bots are me."

For once, KAY/O wanted to be what he really was. A robot. Devoid of emotions, no special connections nor attachments to anyone. Only focusing on duty, and duty alone.

His body felt heavy, with each step he took it felt as though he was walking in quicksand. He wanted to sink into the earth right then and there.

There was a stinging ache in his core, Brimstone's dog tag hung together with his own around his neck. His dear friend lying motionless on his arms.

KAY/O could hear the soft winds whirling as he trudged through the wasteland of a battlefield. And as if the universe hadn't had enough of his misery, just across his path was Sova, and he wasn't alone.

His grip on Brimstone went tight, nearly stumbling on his track before stopping.

'Please.' He thought. 'For once, let me be wrong.'

As Sova neared him, the man's eyes were dull and jaw clenched tight, his lips quivering ever so slightly as he tried to keep a straight face.

His colleague held his head down, shifting his arms slightly.

KAY/O looked at you in Sova's arms. You looked like you were just sleeping peacefully with a small smile on your face.

"I'm sorry. . ." Sova's voice cracked, forcing out his words. Droplets of tears hit your pale face as Sova's knees finally gave out. Kneeling on the cold hard ground, he still held your lifeless frame close.

KAY/O's pain turned into agony as he kneeled as well, setting his best friend's body carefully on the ground. He gazed at Sova mournfully.

He was one of the strongest soldiers he knows, and not once did he ever falter with emotion, but seeing him now– holding you desperately close to his build as he let his heart out for once. Tears ran down his cheeks whilst softly murmuring your name along the words,

"I'm sorry."

- - -

KAY/O finally snapped back to reality, his head flinching slightly as you reached out your hand.

"It's nice to meet you, KAY/O. I hope we get along well."

And there you were again with that same radiant smile that you always wore, the blue scarf around your neck, and the wind gently blowing your hair.

He remembers it all too well.

You glanced at Brimstone as the robot in front of you just stared dead straight at you, not knowing what to do. You were beginning to feel awkward with your hand stuck out in the open.

You thought of retracting your hand slowly. Figuring he might not be a handshake type of person, but before you could, you felt a heavy hand on your head.

"It's nice to see you again, Gaia."

Your eyes widened slightly.

'Again?' You thought as Forget me nots' strangely started to bloom on your head.

'What does that mean?'

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VALORANT WIP | Gaia

here’s a wip visual of my oc, Gaia. Since I’m using her in my fics as the reader’s character, I thought it would be nice to show her in different skin tones bc for sure I may have readers who are people of color so, yeah. I’ll finish her character sheet soon when I have some time, hope you guys like it ^^

p.s: I just started in art so if you have some tips that would be great <3

#valorant #valorant oc #oc reader #oc artwork #oc stuff #my art #valorant gaia #gaia valorant #valorant champions #valorant fic #valorant series #my artwork #valorant imagines

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greetings. | chamber

in which a simple greeting leaves the other in a flustered mess

cw: not proofread ;w;

wc: 1, 133

a.n: uh, enjoy? please do tell if you liked it ^^

++ gaia visual? anyone?

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EVERYONE within the protocol has a certain body type, most of which– particularly in men– have this large build of muscle full of strength. Heck, even a robot is built like a freaking brick, and since most of the members use firearms, it would only be natural for the body to build some arm muscles.

But there was this one particular agent that you have had your eye on ever since you discovered something about them.

"What the–" your eyebrows scrunched at the sudden feeling as your hands caressed Chamber's waist in disbelief.

You shot the man a look, "Why is your waist like this?"

Chamber looks down at you with that teasing smirk on his lips, "Like what, mon chou?"

Almost every day at three in the afternoon, Chamber graciously cleared out his schedule until five for your French lessons. And after two weeks in, Chamber started to have this new form of greeting you. Often you would arrive at his lab at least five minutes early than the agreed time and whenever the man catches you getting intrigued by his blueprints, he would sneakily make his way to you before snaking his arm around your waist and whispering close to your ear.

"Bonjour."

The first time it happened you accidentally slapped him hard to the point where you knocked off his glasses, but Chamber wouldn't let one head shattering slap get in the way of his new greeting.

Now, you wanted to do the same treatment he was giving you for once. It's not that you were uncomfortable with his greeting, it was just. . . it just. . . makes you. . .flustered?

Plus you're one jumpy person who flinches at any sudden noises, he knows this fact so he must be doing this to mess with you, right? This is just your little way of getting back at him– though there's an eighty percent chance that he would like it– but hey, at least not a hundred percent, right?

As you arrived at his lab, the door was slightly ajar and you took the opportunity to quietly peek inside. You immediately saw Chamber with his back facing you, his vest was rarely off and hanging from the chair with his sleeves rolled up just above his elbow. His hands were slightly spread out on the table as he reviews his blueprints.

Cackling silently to yourself, a mischievous smile tugged the corners of your mouth. Slowly slipping into the room, you carefully made your way to the man before quickly wrapping your left arm around his waist and tiptoed to reach his ears.

"Bonjou–" Unfortunately, your idea didn't go as planned.

You easily got distracted by the deep curve your hand just felt and that's just how all of this started.

"Li-Like. . . Y'know. . ." You stammered nervously as you tried to look away.

You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Chamber shifted his body to face your own. His hands placed themselves on either side of your waist, caressing your sides with his thumbs.

"What the– why is your waist like this?"

Chamber smirks, "Like what, mon chou?"

"Like what? Come on, tell me." He husked as he leans in closer, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "Don't be shy."

The strong scent of his cologne hit your nose and shut your eyes as you covered your face with your hands.

"Like–Like a slut. . ." You managed to utter in a low tone. "You have that slutty waist, Chamber."

The man's eyebrows raised in amusement, his smirk almost seemingly not leaving its place.

"Oh really now?" He hummed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

You slowly brought your hands down, holding them against your chest as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"It's a good thing." You whispered. "A very good thing."

That slutty itty bitty waist of a man is gonna make you go insane. Literally the snatched waist that you've always wanted. Not too slim to the point of skinny, still toned and leaned with some muscle, but not too buff or big. And that cyrve he has? God. Totally to die for.

Chamber let out a soft chuckle, "What a vulgar way to describe something good, non?"

You gave him an apologetic look as little pink roses started to sprout around your head.

"Sorry, it's the first I thought of."

The man gave you a bewitching smile.

"No problem, ma chérie." His hands then travelled from your waist to the sides of your neck. His eyes turned soft as he gazed down at you with endearment. "I'll take it as a compliment."

You look perfect under him like this. The way you look up at him sent his heart pounding like crazy, and the scent of roses on your head only added to the atmosphere that he wanted. He's definitely testing the waters a little too deeply at this point given your current position.

Now, how will you react next?

You sighed in relief, "Ah, that's good to hear."

Good thing he didn't take that as offensive, or else you wouldn't know how to face the man next time.

"So, is this your new way of greeting me?" Chamber questions, his left thumb lightly brushing your jawline. He's relieved and a little surprised that you haven't said anything about his touches.

Were you ignoring it? Playing ignorant? Or were you just used to it?

"My plan to get back at you with that was ruined and I was surprised instead." You chuckled to yourself as you placed your hands again on Chamber's waist.

Chamber swallowed thickly at your comment, the light of the room reflecting his glasses white as he tried to maintain his cool.

'You and your blunt comments. . . '

Your smile suddenly turned into a smirk.

"But I have a backup plan."

Chamber raised a curious eyebrow, mirroring your smirk, "Oh? And what is tha–"

Before the agent could even finish his words, you tiptoed to reach his level before pressing your lips against his cheek followed by kissing the other side as well.

Chamber felt like his heart stopped for a moment as his mind tried to process what just happened. As soon as your lips touched his cheeks, jolts of electricity ran through his veins, there was a tight feeling in his chest and a twisting sensation going around his gut as he felt warmth spread across his face. He stared at your cheery expression with parted lips. Hands suddenly feeling tingly, and knees that almost got weak.

The poor man was stunned by your actions, and there you are, beaming at him.

"I hear the french used to kiss each other as a form of greeting." You laughed gently, clearly having no idea how much your actions had affected him.

"Did I do it right?"

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flirts. | chamber , sova

that moment when you hear chamber flirt with viper the first time on the field.

cw: swearing

wc: 1,005

a.n: idk what this is but uh, enjoy? also, let me know if you guys like this type of stuff. ++ gaia visual here ^^

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"VIPER, you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner– dancing! I know the perfect place."

"Chamber, I would rather drink my own poison."

You stifled a giggle as you and KAY/O shared a look, the robot merely shook his head as the two of you overhear the comms of the agent on the field.

"Does this happen all the time?" You asked, muting off your voice in comms.

"More often than you think," KAY/O replies.

You have just arrived at the Vulture, catching up on a mission that you were supposed to be in. Viper, Chamber, and Sova were already on the field, leaving you and KAY/O at the aircraft.

"Come now, mademoiselle. No need to be so cold, I know just the thing to warm you up."

Your eyes widened and slapped a hand on your mouth, hunching over as you heard those words.

"Less flirting, more focus." You could already tell that Viper was gritting her teeth.

"How could I focus when I'm in a presence of such beauty."

"Pfft–" your laughter busted out as you watched them from the screens. "Oh my gods this is so painful to hear!"

KAY/O lets out a defeated sigh, "Affirmative."

You tapped on your comms and finally made them aware of your presence.

"Chamber, you're so lame." You managed to utter out through fits of giggles.

The comms suddenly went silent.

"Yeah, that's right, I can hear your cringey lines."

Sova's voice then joined in, "Gaia? Is that you?"

"Yup and hearing Chamber flirt just took away half my life span." You said dramatically, "Lameness is my weakness!"

You faintly hear Viper let out a chuckle

"What are you doing here?" Chamber's voice suddenly cut through in a demanding tone.

"Uhh, I'm part of the mission, duh."

"How was I not informed of this?"

"The last-minute briefing we had that you skipped." Viper answers in a deadpan tone. "It would only be natural for her to be here, she's the one who caught Legion lingering around the site."

"That's right." You nodded. "And FYI, my flora just sensed movement."

"I'm picking up a signal near A site," KAY/O added as he scanned through the screens. "Everyone in position, they're here. I'm sending Gaia in."

You made your way to your motorcycle that was parked near the exit, KAY/O lowers the altitude of the Vulture, preparing to open the aircraft's backdoors.

"Sova, ice cream and barbie movies after this?" You quickly asked as you mount your ride.

"It would be a pleasure," Sova replied.

"That's how you do it, Chamber." You teased as you put on your helmet.

"Ah, even I would say yes to that offer if you asked me, ma chérie." Chamber shot back in a flirty tone.

"Who wouldn't say no to you, mon chou?"

You feigned a gasp, your ride humming to life.

"My, my mon cher. Hitting on two ladies at once?" You laughed darkly. "What a player."

"I could say the same for you, little goddess."

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"I hate myself so much." You groaned as you clutched your side, falling down on one knee.

"Not as much as I hate you." Your copy seethed before sending vines searing through your direction.

"I am you, dummy." Swiping your hand on the ground and up, the earth rises as it curved its direction, forming a barrier that blocked the vine's attack.

You pressed on your comms, "I need an arrow or a bullet at 12 o'clock, 8 meters, now!"

The familiar sound of Chamber's gun rang through the air almost immediately and you put your barrier down to see your copy's body fall.

"Merci!"

With the detonator in hand, you ran towards the spike, the beeping sound going faster as you began defusing. The bomb started to glow red and your surroundings started to rise.

"C'mon, I have ice cream waiting for me after this." You clicked your tongue as the spike started to form cracks underneath it, nearing its end. And just before it did, you finally defused it.

"Oh sweet barbie mermaidia." You breathed out in relief before letting yourself down on the ground.

"That was fucking close. . . "

Hurried footsteps pounded the ground as they rushed towards you.

"Gaia!" Sova kneeled next to you as he started inspecting your state. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." You rasped before trying to sit up. "Just got hit on the side, no biggie."

"Are you sure?" Your mentor asked worriedly

"Yeah, look, I'm healing right now." You assured as you twisted your torso a bit to the side to show your glowing palm covering your side.

Sova heaved a sigh in relief.

"Good."

"Well, that was a job well done." A new voice entered as Chamber stepped into view. "A close call, but well done."

You gave him a weak smile, "Thanks for the headshot."

"No problem, mademoiselle." Chamber held out a hand. "Merely aiding a damsel in distress."

You scoffed, taking his hand.

"I could've handled her if we had more time." You sighed as you stood up with Sova following suit.

"But, yes. I was in distress."

"Would the damsel still be in distress if I say that she owes me one?" Chamber asked with a sly smirk.

"Oh god, what do you want." You shot him a playful look of disdain.

"Dinner, dancing– I know the perfect place." There was a glint of craftiness in his eyes and you couldn't help but be impressed.

You huffed a laugh, "Cute but recycled. You'd have to wait in line."

Chamber shot you a charming smile, "I'm a patient man."

You then felt a large warm hand on your lower back.

"We need to head back," Sova utters, looking at you gently. "Captain is waiting."

"Ah, right. Let's go." Taking your hand from Chamber's hold, "I'm taking my bike, by the way, I have somewhere to be first."

Sova's eyebrows furrowed, "Is it another mission?"

"Ah no," You chuckled. "I'll just buy some ice cream."

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the beauty of language: giving gifts. | sova

how your tradition if gift giving with sova started

c.w: swearing, other than that, just fluff

w.c 2,558

a.n: also just wanna say that all my valorant fics will be "scattered" and throw bits mc's lore here and there. I will also be very 'vague' when it comes to the character's feelings, meaning, I won't confirm or deny whether the relationships are platonic or not, that will be up to you– my readers. . . for now ;) enjoy!

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THE first time you gave Sova a gift was technically the first time you met him, which was after you saved him from your double that was apparently from another Earth. Fighting yourself was probably one of the weirdest and mind-boggling experiences you had; you even questioned yourself if you were drunk or going crazy because of college.

Ah, yes. You were a college student before getting recruited into the protocol.

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You groaned for the umpteenth time, slumping back to your chair as you grabbed your plump bumblebee plushie and stuffed it on your face, screaming through it.

It was already two in the morning, and you were almost done reviewing for your finals that will take place later at 9 a.m.

'Why the fuck did I choose this course again?' You thought to yourself, dragging down the plush toy from your face. 'Do I hate myself that much?'

You sighed, setting down your plushie on your lap before staring down at the countless notes, flashcards, and textbooks that were scattered on your study table.

"I love my course. I love my course; I love my course. . ." You muttered repeatedly to yourself as you organized the clutter on your desk.

You clearly need to take a breather, or maybe even a drink. You don't want to see anything related to school for at least an hour.

"Fuck it." You made up your mind; self-care is important, mental health goes first. You stood up from your chair, stretching as you do so.

"And fuck you. . ." You insulted saltily to your reviewers and reading materials before grabbing your jacket, keys, and a bag with a bottle of wine (Yes. Wine) and your bee plushie in it. After that, you were out of the house and riding your sleek motorcycle down the road.

A ride and a drink make the stress go away in a blink.

There was a spot near your neighborhood where it had a reputation of being haunted, and because of that, no one really dares to go near it other than delinquents and lil fuckers who vandalize the place. It was just an abandoned school that was near the woods, a questionable location for a school– which is probably why it was abandoned– but it became one of your spots where you can just chill and relax.

You never really checked if it was haunted or not, you were actually scared to go in and find out even if you're a supernatural yourself, but the eerieness strangely added to the peace, so you usually just sit outside the entrance steps.

You thought your destressing was going to go as usual– sit on the steps, drink whatever alcohol you had on you, sober up, and then go back home.

Oh boy, you were wrong.

You had literally only taken three sips of wine straight from the bottle when you felt the ground shake.

"What the fuck. . ." You stiffened, blinking a couple of times in surprise. "Earthquake?"

You stayed still for a moment to get a feel of the situation. The ground didn't continue to shake; however, you heard this distant scream that echoed from the inside of the building.

You stood up immediately with your guard up, whipping your head towards the broken doors of the entrance of the building.

Your heartbeat started to elevate.

"Shit. . ." Was this place haunted after all? But why now? After all this time and opportunity for the ghost to fuck around with other people trespassing, it just had to fuck around with you?

You checked the wines' alcohol content.

"I must be drunk already," you laughed nervously, eyebrows furrowing as you felt the fear starting to creep up your spine. "Yeah, I must be. I'm starting to hear things."

The alcohol content was 5%. . .

You were practically drinking mildly spicy grape juice.

At times like this, in your situation, you thought it would be better to gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss away yourself from the situation.

'. . .But what if that scream came from a person?' You paused, thinking. It is entirely possible, this place is practically a good spot for y'know. . . hiding a body.

You swallowed thickly, 'If someone dies here, then this place may actually be haunted.'

'Ah shit. . .'

With that stupid excuse and thought in mind, you placed down your wine and wore your backpack before reluctantly going in.

Your exploration was very nerve-wracking, but at the same time, your curiosity only grows bigger with each step you take. You didn't fail to take note of the stacks of radianite in almost every corner of the place.

Was this some sort of secret facility?

But if so, where are the people?

If it is some sort of secret facility, then their security should be better than this.

As you were about to turn to a corner, you suddenly heard an explosion out of nowhere, confirming one of your thoughts.

'Yup, not ghosts.'

And because you're kind of a gossip, you kept going in further to investigate instead of minding your business and getting the fuck out of there.

The sound led you to the field area of the school; the only light source there was is an actual fire burning the grass. You could make out big lumps on the ground–which you dare not to assume were human bodies (even though it seemed that way) and two forms facing eacother.

One was wrapped around in some thick binds that were rooted from the ground, slightly hoisting their body up in the air, and the other was before them seemingly to be the one controlling the binds.

Were they a radiant just like you?

You were close enough to possibly hear them, but not near enough to make out what they look like, especially with the dark shading the fire provided.

The person in control then spoke, and their voice immediately made you froze on your spot.

"Accept your defeat; you lose this time." That voice sounded exactly like. . . you?

Ah, so it's true. . . College does make you crazy eventually.

'What the hell?'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; it might just be a crazy coincidence, but the resemblance was uncanny. You leaned in closer to your hiding spot, trying hard to see what the person looked like.

Your mind was already forming possible conclusions to this situation.

"Any last words, hunter?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as the person raised their hand and manifested something from the ground, it looked like a collection of vines wrapped together to form a pointed end.

You frowned in familiarity. 'That power. . .'

"Your life is mine."

Your blood ran cold as you heard those words. You don't know exactly what's happening, but one thing is clear for sure: someone could die.

You can't let that happen. Ever. It doesn't matter if you judge the situation as right or wrong. You have to move. Now.

As the vine moved to pierce the other, you disappeared from your spot, only to reappear in between the two before quickly raising your hand to meet the sharp end instead. As it made contact with your palm, a green light glowed before the manifestation transformed into countless blue butterflies, fluttering away as you caught a glimpse of the attacker's face.

Your expression shifted to disbelief as you stand face to face with your own self. Your double mirroring the surprised expression that you held.

"You. . ." The other you said, completely flabbergasted from the sudden sight and intrusion.

They had the same hair, same features– the only thing different was their clothes. They look like they're dressed for battle and the eyecatching thing about their outfit was the shade of dark red staining them.

Just what in the world did you decide to step into??

"Well, nice to meet you too." You said sarcastically before swiping your hand harshly to the side. A thick vine erupted from the ground before hitting your double hard, sending her flying quite a distance.

As you turned around, vines started to surround you and the captive person, forming a beautiful protective orb.

The bind from the other person came undone, and you caught them as they fell from a short height.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked with concern lacing your voice. The person was a man, and he gazed upon you, stunned by your sudden appearance.

"You are. . ." He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here to help, I'm friendly. Are you hurt anywhere?" You asked, inspecting the man. "Oh my gods, you must've been scared, uh–"

You held the sides of your head for a moment, thinking of what to do first.

You were getting overwhelmed.

He's probably traumatized, right? Maybe? You have no fucking idea. But you can't stay here in hiding, you have to take care of the other you outside.

You then reached for your backpack and pulled out your bee plushie before unintentionally shoving it into the man's chest.

"Wha–"

"Uhm, here it's a gift to help you calm down– that's Mr. Bee– uh, try not to freak out. You're– you're safe as long as you're here. Okay?"

"But I'm–"

"I'll take care of it, okay?"

Honestly, you were the one panicking. The seriousness of the situation was slowly dawning on you. You could already feel thorny vines starting to sprout out of your head.

A sign of you being in distress.

"But I can–"

"Hold on to Mr Bee. Don't be scared; he'll protect you."

Without another word, you opened just enough space for you to get out of the vine barrier before closing it again tightly behind you.

The man reached out his hand but wasn't able to catch you in time. He himself could tell that you were the one deeply panicking; everything happened so fast. He had to help you out somehow.

He tried to break the vines in any way possible, he tried to slash them with his knife but the vines only grew thicker; he couldn't see much from the other side, but when all spaces closed in, dots of light started to come into view.

His eyes wandered around in bewilderment.

"Fireflies. . ?"

They acted as his light from the inside and small white flowers began to bloom on the barrier as well; it had a strangely calming effect watching the flowers bloom.

The man sighs in defeat, eyes still brimming with concern. He looked at the bee plushie that he held with his right hand, gripping it tightly.

"I finally found you. . ." He utters softly.

"Please be safe."

---

Yep, that's how the two of you met. You saved four of his companions that night as well who were laying unconscious on the cold ground; he was the only one left alive and if it weren't for you meddling, that would've been the end of his life.

Much more happened after that but you ended up getting recruited in this secret organization called the Valorant Protocol, you put up a bit of a fight before joining but eventually, you gave in. And because of that, you had to leave your current life– which means no more college.

You sighed, looking at the empty room that was provided for you within the protocol headquarters.

"New home again, huh?"

Moving from one place to another wasn't so new to you, you're quite experienced in that to be honest, and decorating a new room is something that you enjoyed doing.

In the midst of your work you heard a soft knock on your door, followed by a familiar voice that you were slowly growing fond of hearing.

"Gaia?" It was your given callsign. "May I come in?"

"Yeah, come in!" You called out as you arranged an array of plushies on your bed.

The door slid to the side and there revealed the man that you saved. His eyebrows raised at the sight of your new room.

"A comfortable nest you have here." He comments as he looks around. "How unique."

You let out a soft chuckle before approaching the man.

"Thank you, Sova." You smiled. "It's nice to see you again, I didn't expect you to be back so soon from your mission. How did it go?"

"It went very well, we managed to secure the stolen radianite quickly."

"That's great!" You praised. "But why are you here? You should be resting after the mission."

"Ah." The man instinctively hid something behind his back. "I brought gifts."

Your left eyebrow shot up in curiosity as you glance at his hidden hands, your smile turning into a small smirk.

"Oh really now?" You say, small curious yellow flowers sprouting on your head. Your eyes twinkled in wonder as you gazed up at the man.

"What is it?"

The man stepped into your room and you took a step back to give him some space. Only then you realized how big the guy actually was.

'Damn, so that's where all my height went.' You mentally joked to yourself.

"I apologize if Protocol requires you to leave your current life behind, but that doesn't mean you have to stop your education." Pulling out his hands behind his back, he revealed a big blue paper bag.

"I heard that you were studying in the field of medical technology." He handed you the bag and you graciously accepted it, peeking inside. Your lips parted slightly from its content.

"What. . ."

"I believe you could still study on your own here. And if you ever need anything, you could always ask me."

The bag contained four science books– specifically about the Anatomy and Physiology of the human body, Histology, Biochemistry, and Phlebotomy. Along with two notebooks, and a set of colored pens.

"You– How did you get all this. . ." You uttered in astonishment. These books were hella pricey and you couldn't even find a physical copy of one of the books.

"When I was patrolling the area I came across a bookshop." Sova explained. "I just thought of you at that moment and. . ."

The man revealed his other hand and you gasped.

"I figured it would also be nice to give you a housewarming gift."

On his other hand was a potted succulent plant.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you feel your heart swell. Raising both your hands in a cupping position as Sova placed the plant on your palms.

"I hope you like it." He said before scratching the back of his neck. "I don't know much about plants but–"

Sova's eyes suddenly widened, and he cut himself off. The sight of you looking lovingly at the plant as blue hydrangeas bloomed beautifully around your hair made him pause for a moment.

It was always so fascinating to see your emotions show through your ability, and he felt relieved that you enjoyed his gift.

You then looked up at him, eyes glassy as you gave him an endearing smile.

"Thank you, I'll treasure it forever." You uttered softly, Sova felt his lips part slightly, feeling his heart thump hard against his chest.

He couldn't help but return the smile.

"You're welcome."

From then on, he wanted to see that expression on your face again. Full of appreciation, full of joy.

It oddly gave him a sense of fulfilment.

That was Sova's first gift to you, and the start of your random gift-giving tradition.

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special halloween episode | valorant protocol

how you spend some time with your colleagues throughout the spooky season.

c.w: swears, not proofread, written on the spot lmao, will edit soon

w.c: 3,095

a.n: happy halloween, everyone! here's a special episode for you all– it'll be hc's + oneshot scenarios, enjoy!

jett , phoenix , yoru

oh boy, this trio.

they knew you were one who's easily startled and gets scared easily and they just had to take that chance this halloween season.

pheonix usually tries to scare you but would often get just a jump or flinch.

"oh, phoenix! didn't see you there, sorry."

made the man upset cause you think he wasn't trying to scare you

jett and yoru points and laugh

"guess you're not as scary as you think you are, huh, pretty boy?"

jett and yoru were like tag team partners

they scared you so bad one time at least three other agents rushed to where you guys were.

"Uhm, hello?" You laughed nervously. "Who's there. . ?"

You just switched the lights off and saw a silhouette by the end of the hallway, it was just standing there eerily and that immediately started your heart pumping fast.

You switched the lights on again and your eyes widened and jaw dropped down to the floor.

The figure just disappeared and the hallway was empty.

You looked around your surrounding with disbelief written across your face. Placing a hand on your mouth.

Calm down, (y/n).

Maybe you were just seeing things? You didn't get a full night's rest last night so maybe your mind was playing tricks on you?

Yeah, yeah that must be it.

You swallowed thickly before testing out your conclusion.

Closing the lightswitch off again, you felt your heart drop, the figure was there, but it seemed. . . closer.

"So-Sova!" You cried out for your help. "Sova get in here!"

You unintentionally switched the lights off again and gasped, seeing the empty hall once again.

You looked around the room once more, it was just you, usually Sova would come walking in right after you called him but. . .

"Fuck, Sova, where are you." You could feel your heart beating hard against your chest and an eerie chill sent shivers down your spine.

"S-Sova. . .?" You called out once again, your eyes not leaving the hall as you held against the lightswitch.

You swallowed thickly, you wanted to leave, but at the same time, there was this stupid curiosity on what would happen if you turn down the lights again.

And you did.

A blood-curdling scream broke through the air and alerted agents that were nearby.

Sova– who was being held back by Jett earlier to enter the room came in first, his face full of worry and fear from that terrifying scream.

"Gaia?!"

As soon as Jett let him come inside, he immediately saw you still screaming with your eyes shut tightly and hands on either side of your head with thorny vines sprouting out of your hair. In front of you was Yoru with his mask on.

The second agent to come in was Reyna, her eye orb was out and was ready to kill anything on sight.

"What is it, what happened?!" She demanded.

And the third agent was Brimstone, who immediately recognized your scream–dropped his coffee, and came busting through the door in panic.

"Gaia?! Kid, what's wrong?!"

Ah, let's just say that Brim wasn't too happy about the two scaring you off and the two received quite an earful from the captain.

Sova got you some ice cream and played barbie on t.v

Also– Cypher got it all on video.

cypher , kay/o , neon

after your previous scare, these three thought it might be a good idea to do it again.

originally, neon was against the idea but fell victim from cypher

surprisingly, the same goes for kay/o

neon just wanted others to experience it as well

it felt unfair that the hacker fucker got her

unfortunately, the unlucky victim was you

you just got in the lounge area together with chamber

the three knew chamber wouldn't be fazed by the scare

but you?

"C'mon, try it!" Neon said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "It's a very easy game."

You raised an eyebrow before sitting down infront of Cypher's laptop.

"Is it like a maze game?"

There was a simple maze on the screen, you assumed you just needed to get the dot to the other side and so you did, prompting the new maze to come up.

"Oh wow, this is easy."

Cypher nodded, "Yup. It's an old game I scavenged, apparently, it was made years ago."

"So is it like vintage?"

"You could say that."

"Just make sure you don't let the dot hit the surfaces of the maze, otherwise you lose." Kay/o informed.

"Ah, so it's like that wire game?"

Neon nodded, "Exactly."

Chamber, could already tell where this was going, he knew what was going on a mile away and was about to break the news to you but Neon elbowed his side pretty hard and gave him a sharp look.

The next maze had narrower surfaces, so when you accidentally hit the dot to the side. . .

You flinched terribly together with a screech as a scary image flashed in front of the screen, making you lean back to 'get away' from the monitor and throw the mouse wherever.

Ah, poor you.

The three started to laugh at your reaction, but when you suddenly raised your hand to cover your eyes, a vine erupted from the ground and pierced through the laptop's screen.

The three fell silent and looked at you in nervousness.

"You guys are so mean!" You whined, hands still covering your eyes. "I almost had a heart attack!"

The three still gaped at you, wondering when you'll realize that you just broke the laptop.

Chamber let out a handsome laugh, helping you up from the chair, and soothed your back.

"Hush now, nevermind them, ma chérie." He gave the three a stern look, squinting his eyes, "Trust me, it'll come back around."

The three looked at eachother, before simultaneously thinking the same thing.

"Shit."

Cypher lost his hat the next day and found it again with cat ears stitched on top of them– whenever he'd remove it he'll lose it again before finding it in the same situation as before, Neon would often fall victim to jumpscares from "random" videos that would be sent to her by "someone", and Kay/o received broken toasters in front of his room for at least three days.

raze , killjoy , omen

two words. movie night.

probably the chillest moment you'd have this spooky season

the three of you would have a sleepover on the lounge area since sleeping over in another agent's room was prohibited.

so Brim granted the lounge area instead.

planned to binge all horror classics and slasher films

it was originally just you, raze and kj

omen suddenly came in and the three of you invited him over

Now there's the four of you

omen was pretty intrigued with the movies

"So do you kids think you can survive a horror movie?" You asked with a small smirk as you ate your popcorn.

"Ooh, I don't think I could survive the nun." Killjoy answers before Raze gave her a look.

"The nun? Girl, you don't even go to church! How could you even be in that situation?"

"Oh right." The three of you shared a laugh.

"Okay, okay, but honestly?" Killjoy said. "I think I won't survive the ring."

Raze nods eagerly in agreement. "Now that makes sense."

You let out a laugh, "Oh that's so true, you're so nosy in the internet you'd probably watch the video till the end."

"Actually!" Killjoy laughs along before throwing back the question to you.

"How about you, Gaia? Oh! Do you think you'd survive It?"

You thought for a moment. "Probably not, I'd come running to him myself if the It is Bill Skarsgård."

"Ah, the titan's greatest fall. A man." Raze shook said in a playful tone, shaking her head. "Couldn't be me."

"Oh please!" You giggled, "You're saying you won't go running to the predator out of invetor's curiosity?"

"Ah, touché"

"Oooh what about Omen?" Killjoy raised and the three of you looked at the man on the couch, knitting before looking up from his work.

"Me?"

"I think the killers and ghosts altogether would be running away from him." You joked.

To this Omen tilted his head, "That could be fun."

"See?"

Raze laughs, "Freddy kreuger has nothing against our Omen."

"I'm sorry, Michael Myers who?" Killjoy giggled.

"The devil could never!"

"They're all fools." Omen added. "Both the victim and attacker."

"Ah, to that we say Amen, my friend."

It was a pleasant night for the four of you, and when you, kj, and raze eventually fell asleep. Omen carefully covered your bodies with blankets and closed the television before placing his knitted products next to each of you. He made Killjoy a knitted frog, Raze her killer roomba, and you–

Omen gazed down for a moment at your sleeping face. You were the one who invited him to come and join your group earlier and he was thankful. You made him feel like he's apart of something and treated him normally like he was. . .well, a human.

It felt nice.

Omen then placed a knitted totoro next to your head.

"Thank you."

sova , chamber , sage

surprise surprise, brim decided to have a halloween dinner party within the protocol.

you volunteered to make the food

and sage too

it was going well and smoothly

until chamber peeked into the kitchen

"Be grateful, ma chérie. The best cook has arrived to aid you."

you could say that the feast later on would be diverse

now there's three of you

chamber is hella graceful in the kitchen, what the hell

this man is literally just cooking and yet he had such poise and. . .elegance in him.

chamber with his sleeves rolled back?

oui, please

you couldnt help but stare in awe at times

of course, he'd catch your staring and smirk

"focus now, eyes off me."

you'd playfully answer back to him

"but I can't, mon cher. you look absolutely irresistible."

you wink, and he'd shy away from your view. your comebacks are definitely something he doesn't expect. probably because you're the only one who plays along with it.

sage points and laughs.

"chamber, are you blushing?"

". . .mind your cooking."

It was finally time to bake, your favourite part. You caught your reflection from a glass and you sighed.

"Ugh, I look terrible." You uttered. "But at least the food looks good."

"To that, I agree with you, Gaia." Sage expressed as well, and as you turned to look at her, you let out a soft giggle.

"You have flour on your nose." You point

"Oh!" Your fellow colleagues' cheeks went red, laughing sheepishly. "Sorry."

You shook your head, "It's no problem, come here, I'll wipe it off."

Taking a clean paper tissue, you wiped the tip of Sage's nose.

"There, all good." You smiled

"Thank you. . . " Sage tucked a hair behind her ear, peeking at you through her lashes.

"Is everything going alright over here." A new voice entered and the three of you looked at the door.

It was Sova, adorably peeking his head to the side– at least from your perspective.

"Sova!" You beamed. "We're doing alright, but come!" You gestured him to come inside and he obediently did.

"Do you need any help?"

"Actually, I do."

the two of you looked so domestic as you worked, it was making a certain one irritated within the kitchen.

you forced the russian man wear a frilly pink apron

he doesn't seem to mind as soon as he saw your bright face

man tied his hair in a bun and you short circuited for a sec

oh no, he's rolling up his sleeves as well

you steal some respectful glances to him at times

chamber a little salty

"so did you just come here to help her?"

sova would chuckle as he mixed something in a bowl, "The best cook doesn't need my help, no?"

you gave chamber a sly look

"aww, chamber. are you jealous that Sova's helping me and not you?"

It was finally the dinner party, Brimstone made a rule that everyone must strictly wear a costume, and most of the protocol happily obliged.

The common area is where the party was being held, raze and killjoy absolutely did a wonderful job in decorating the place.

"Alright, that's twenty." Yoru smirked mischievously as Jett hesitantly handed him money.

They were betting on what the agents would wear, and Yoru just won for betting that Sage would dress as a witch.

"I hate your face." Jett slumped against the chair, arms crossed. She's dressed as Aang, a cartoon character from an old show called Avatar.

"I thought your arrow is the only thing that's supposed to be blue, why the face too, hm?" Yoru relentlessly teased.

"Think you're gonna win this huh?" Jett sat up properly, puffing her chest. "We still have more to go!"

Yoru pulled up a smug expression.

"We'll see about that."

Raze went as Frankenstein with colored patches of green and stitches drawn artistically on her skin, whilst killjoy went as Frankenstein's bride. Having drawn stitches with two locks of white hair extension on either side of her hair in an updo as well as a short whited puffed dress.

Sova surprisingly went as Dracula, clad in all black together with the high-collared cape and had his beautiful blonde hair down, Chamber walked in dressed in a black suit with a long coat hung over his shoulders, golden rings decorating his fingers; apparently he said he was the Don of the Mafia.

Next came Omen who literally only had cat ears on, then Cypher who dressed as a plague doctor, Phoenix came as prince Naveen from a Disney movie called The Frog Prince – not gonna lie, the royal clothes and crown suited him very well and lastly. . .

"Man, let me join in the bet!" Phoenix complained after hearing about the bets that jett and yoru were having.

"Sure," Yoru agreed with an overconfident smirk. "I like being rich."

"No fair, you called dibs on the easiest guess." Jett groaned. "For sure, Gaia is gonna dress up as a fairy."

"A fairy?" Phoenix questions. "Nah, I'm calling goddess, she'll dress up as a goddess for sure."

Yoru nudged his head to Jett. "Your guess?"

The agent hummed thoughtfully, her hands pressing on her temples.

It was kind of predictable on what you might dress up as– that's just judging based on what they're used to seeing you wear which is pastels. Something magical or fantasy-related, or perhaps something "soft."

"I'm gonna say. . ." Jett squinted her eyes before deciding on her answer. "Angel, possibly an angel."

As soon as those words left Jett's mouth, you arrived just in time to the room.

"Sorry I'm late!" You apologised as you entered, "I had no costume in my closet so I had to improvise."

All eyes fell on you and the room went silent for a moment.

"What the. . ." Phoenix's mouth went agape as he saw what you came in as.

"Oh my gosh. . ." Jett uttered under her breath whilst Yoru almost dropped the cup he was holding, looking at you in shock.

There you stood in a long black silk dress that hugged the shape of your body beautifully with spaghetti straps and a high slit on the side that exposes almost all of your right leg. Sheer black gloves adorned your arms, and your hair was styled in messy waves flowing on your back. On the corner of your mouth was fake blood dripping down to your throat and chest.

You went as a vampire.

This was probably the first time the protocol saw you in a such revealing outfit, you usually had yourself wrapped around in your comfortable oversized fit or pyjamas, and like earlier said, often wore pastels.

Who knew you looked so ravishing in black?!

You definitely gave them a new side of you that they will probably never forget.

"Why are you all staring at me like that?" You questioned awkwardly, before pointing to your mouth "This is fake blood okay?"

That seemed to snap them out of it.

"Gaia, you look spectacular!" Sage complimented as she approached you, followed by Astra, then Killjoy and Raze, all of them showering you with compliments.

"This may sound crazy but I don't even mind that I lost. . ." Yoru comments, still in a daze after seeing you.

"Yeah. . . Same here. . ." Jett replied, rasing her cup shakily as the aftershock dawns upon the agent.

"That was eerily divine. . ."

As the ladies finally left you alone, you sighed in relief. You honestly didn't expect that reaction considering you were just panicking moments ago about what to wear. You were so preoccupied in the kitchen that you forgot that you didn't have anything to dress up as, but thankfully it all worked out in the end.

"Gaia." You hear your call sign and you turned.

"Sova." You smiled before noticing his costume. "You dressed as Dracula???"

The man chuckles softly, "Indeed."

"Oh my gosh, we match!" You exclaimed gleefully as you gaze into his eyes.

"A wonderful coincidence, no?"

"You look beautiful." You complimented.

"As do you." Sova gave you a warm smile. "You're breathtaking."

Another voice suddenly joined in.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing."

You turned and saw the french man.

"Chamber," You greeted with a smile. "You clean up nicely as always, monsieur."

The man smirked before taking your hand with his.

"You flatter me, mademoiselle."

Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "But my looks must yield to you tonight, you look exquisite, ma chérie."

You rolled your eyes playfully, taking your hand from him.

"Always the smooth talker, Chamber." You scoffed with a smile. "You should try that line with Viper, who knows, you might get a date." You joked before turning your body to the side.

"Anyways I'm gonna go get candy before Jett stashes the sour patch."

"I'll go with you." Sova offered.

"Oh sure, you have big hands. Help me stash them before Jett does." You giggled mischievously. "Happy Halloween, Chamber."

The two of you went your way but not before Sova gave the Frenchman a quick glance, and to that, Chamber could only chuckle to himself.

"Happy Halloween indeed."

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the beauty of language: french lessons. | chamber

in which: you admire your colleagues' language and wanted to learn it.

c.w: not proofread, other than that it's a chill chapter wih a '👀' at the end.

w.c: 1,653

a.n: this will be a mini-series with a...plot?? i think.. idk I'm just planning everything otw 💀 also, reader will be based on my oc so that the reader will at least have a character built around them. enjoy! ++ oc visual here

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WHEN you first came into the valorant headquarters and met everyone, you were pleasantly surprised at how diverse its members were. You even thought that maybe Brim was going to pick one or two agents from every country that there was in the world. It pleased you that you didn't have to worry about whatever accent that comes with your English because almost everyone had their own, and that somehow made you have this appreciation and admiration for other foreign languages.

It started with Chamber, his accent is pretty evident, and still, he sounds so elegant and rich. It was probably the first thing that attracted you to him (in an admiring way, of course), and one afternoon on a day off you caught him in an almost rare sight of lounging around the common area for his afternoon coffee. The man's usually either in missions, cooped up in his workshop, or somewhere around the base where the two of you just couldn't cross paths.

"Ah, bonjour mademoiselle!" Chamber called out in delight as he saw you passing by, and you gasped in surprise.

"Chamber, hello!" You smiled, approaching the entrance to the balcony that was overseeing the sea. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"

The man's chest flutters at the sound of your voice. You were one of the people who he enjoys being with. Other than you being able to go along with his 'personality', You weren't as wary of him like the rest of the protocol, and you've expressed your genuine trust in him. It may have been a risky decision on your part– and he himself thought that you were too trusting, but he greatly appreciates it. Whenever you're around, he feels comfortable and warm inside.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself when he noticed at least five rose buds subtly growing around your head the moment you saw him. He finds it fascinating how your feelings are somehow connected to your radiant abilities.

"I'm perfectly alright, ma chérie." He replied, "Still handsome and well dressed, no?"

You let out a short giggle to his reply. "Who else other than you?"

Chamber presented the empty chair next to him.

"Please, sit. Have a cup with me."

"Oooh, my pleasure." You took the offer and sat by his side. Chamber gracefully poured you a cup, and the scent of the coffee almost instantly hits your nose.

You took in a deep breath, "Mmm, that smells wonderful."

"Indeed it is." The man agreed. "Care for some treats?" Chamber motioned his hand to the tiered stand of mini cakes and tarts.

"Oui, oui." You answered playfully, making the man chuckle in amusement.

"Impeccable french you have there." He comments, handing you strawberry tart.

Perfect, you were eyeing that one.

"Well, I learned from the best." You winked.

"You're welcome." He replies smugly, and you smirked.

"Oh, I meant from Ratatouille."

Chamber huffed a laugh. "Ah, forgive me. Of course, who am I compared to a chef rat?"

You squinted your eyes at him playfully. "His name is Remy, you uncultured swine."

The two of you shared a hearty laugh before finally taking a sip of your coffee. Tasting the right amount of bitterness and a hint of sweetness in the drink.

"Ah, speaking of french." You set your cup down. "I was actually planning to learn it."

Chamber's left eyebrow quirked up in amusement, there was a glint of glee in his eyes.

"Oh, really now?"

"Yeah," you nod with a smile. "I'm intrigued by it. But mostly because whenever you talk in french, you sound so rich and lovely."

Chamber was slightly taken aback; that definitely fed his ego yet, at the same time, felt genuinely flattered. Don't get him wrong; this was not the first time someone complimented him (obviously), but he doesn't exactly know why he felt his heart skip a beat at your words. Maybe because you were so blunt about it most of the time that it catches him off guard.

"I wanna sound rich and lovely, too." You joked before taking a bite from your tart. "But seriously, your language is beautiful, and I would love to learn it."

Chamber gave you a charming smile. "Ma chèrie, you came to the right person!"

Your eyebrows shot upwards, giving him a look.

"Huh?"

". . .What do you mean, huh?"

Were you not practically asking him to teach you? Chamber thought, confused as well.

Your eyes widened, and a growing smile started to stretch the corners of your mouth.

"Wait... You can teach me??"

"Of course, I can." Chamber waved his hand mindlessly, furrowing his eyebrows. "Who else but me, no?"

"Oh," You laughed sheepishly. "I was thinking duolingo, but you'd be better!"

"Please," He scoffed a laugh. "The real deal is right here in front of you, give the owl a rest, yes?"

You gave him a chuckle, "I suppose you're right. But are you sure? I mean, I know you're a busy man and all, I don't want to take up your time and stuff."

Chamber shook his head

"Nonsense, ma chérie." He assured before saying in a flirty tone. "It would be nice to see your beauty more often, no?"

Your left eyebrow raised and you smirked. "Oh really now?"

"Do you not feel the same?" Chamber challenged, mirroring your expression, leaning over just a tad bit closer to you.

You hummed, looking straight into his eyes through his glasses before ever so bluntly saying,

"Well, I do miss seeing your face every now and then."

Chamber's jaw clenched, and his hand that was under the table gripped his knee hard, almost faltering. He pushed a smug smile on his face and forced out a laugh that almost seemed nervous.

"Well, there you have it then!" He could feel his cheeks getting hot. "When would you like to start?"

You smiled. "If you're not doing much today, would it be alright to start now?"

His gloved hand trailed over to yours, lifting it and gazing straight into your eyes.

"It'd be an honor to teach you, ma chérie."

Without breaking his gaze, he placed a kiss at the back of your hand.

You simply smiled in his direction, not at all fazed by his actions since you knew that's just how he is. Retracting your hand from his hold, you clapped once, feeling excited about your future lessons with the man.

"Wonderful! So how should we start?"

Chamber hummed thoughtfully, taking hold of a croissant on his plate.

"What are some words or phrases that you know so far?" He lifted his hand and pointed it in your direction, levelling the bread to your mouth. Subtly telling you to take a bite.

"Well, other than oui and bonjour I know. . ." You took a bite of the croissant, looking directly at the man.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"

Chamber felt something crack within him as soon as he heard those words, the croissant in his hand fell on the table.

The poor man froze again for the second time.

Well, you definitely had the pronunciations right. . .but. . .

The man swallowed thickly.

". . . You do not know what that means do you?"

You let out a carefree laugh, completetlyignorant of its meaning.

"No idea. Just heard it from a song somewhere ."

Chamber mentally sighed in relief.

"Alright, well take that off your list for now." He cleared his throat, trying to regain his cool composure.

"What, why? What does it mean?"

"You will know soon."

"Just tell meee."

Chamber looked away, pushing his glasses up in position. "Learn it yourself on the way, ma chérie."

You gave him a confused look, taking note of his ears suddenly turning a shade of red. 'Is he okay?'

He suddenly turned and shot you a sharp look. "But don't go around saying those words to anyone, am I understood?"

"Oh, uh– yes. . . Sir?" Maybe the sentence that you said was something rude?

'Oh well.' You shrugged it off, you'll learn what it means soon anyway.

Chamber took a quick shot of his coffee before clearing his throat again.

"Now we'll start at the basics, you may learn on your own when I'm away but only with the material that I will give you, am I understood?"

"Oui!"

"That's a good girl."

- - - -

On the other side of headquarters, a team had just arrived from a two-week mission.

"Where's (y/n)?" A particular agent asked as soon as he stepped out of the Vulture. Both his arm and hands are full of souvenirs that he brought from the country where the mission took place. His left hand held a bag full of snacks and little trinkets, while his right arm cradled a big and round stuffed toy penguin.

"I believe she's in the common room," Sage replied to the man with a gentle smile.

The man returned a kind smile to Sage.

"Thank you."

The man didn't even bother putting his things down as he hurriedly went over to where you could be, gifts still tight in their hold.

He finally arrived at the door to the common area with the eagerness to see your face, but as he entered, he immediately catches your familiar form sitting and laughing.

Laughing with someone else– with Chamber.

"Gaia."

He calls out your agent name aloud and saw you whip your head in his direction. His chest tightened at the sight of your growing smile and delightfully took note of the roses that started to bloom on your head the moment you saw him.

"Sova!"

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moments with you series

taking a break from requirements with kenma

kenma x f!reader , pre-med student! reader, scenario, fluff, comfort

cw: some swearing cause c'mon, reader is a pre-med student for heaven's sake. not proofread lol, wrote this on a whim I'm procrastinating

wc: 1, 635

a/n: as a pre-med student myself, I desperately need this. kenma irl where r u *bawling, screaming, banging head on wall* also got this inspiration when I was doing my own schoolwork and I found this godly asmr ambiance video thingy for kenma, kurapixiv is the name of the channel listen to it yourself here , you can listen to it while reading for a more...realistic visualization *cries*

YOUR eyes are burning, your back is aching, and your shoulders desperately need a drill as a masseuse. You've been hunched over your desk for the past three hours working non-stop for your school requirements, answering laboratory reports, lecture assignments, and now, lab exercises. All that for a single subject in your college course: Anatomy and Physiology.

For your laboratory exercise, you are tasked to find a picture of a specimen under a microscope, draw it as realistic as possible, then label the parts.

Let's get this one thing clear. At the start of the semester, you were no artist. You sucked at drawing. Whether it was traditionally or digitally, you never had the practice to draw. But now, in your stupid course, you were forced to learn and practice art.

"This damn course," You mutter to yourself angrily. Trying your best to imitate the histology picture you were using as a reference. "If I knew that I had to do shit like this, I would've just become a fucking art student."

Were you regretting choosing a pre-med course right this moment? Yes. Do you wish to throw your work out the window and burn it? Yes. But do you still want to pass this stupid subject? Yes...

You decided to go through this course, and now you must endure.

You were so immersed in your work that you hadn't noticed your boyfriend enter the room that you both shared.

"Hey, babe." Kenma calls out softly, making you glance up. Your weariness faltered just the tiniest bit at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend.

His hair was thrown in a sloppy bun, wearing his own oversized jacket merch and a pair of shorts. Even with an attire as simple as that, he still makes your heart flutter like a highschool school girl in love.

"Oh hey," You answer in acknowledgment before placing your focus back on your drawing. "Done streaming?"

"Yup." You hear him sigh. "And I got you something."

Kenma pushed aside the books scattered on your desk and placed a mug.

Your nose caught a familiar scent that made you finally pause with what you were doing.

"Hot chocolate?"

"Yeah," Kenma gave you a warm smile. "It's raining outside. I figured you'd want some."

"Raining?" You whipped your head to the side where the window was located, and clear enough, droplets of rain were pattering heavily against the glass. "Ah, I didn't notice..."

Guess you really are that busy to notice something that should've been so obvious.

"How's your drawing?" Kenma asked, peeking at the screen of your iPad where you have been drawing your work.

"Ah, that looks good." Your boyfriend complimented. "It looks so close to your reference."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you let out a tired breath, looking at Kenma desperately. "Is it really?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Or are you just saying that just to-"

Kenma cuts you off with a swift peck on your lips, instantly making your heart pound.

"Yes," Kenma affirmed, patting your head. "You're doing great, bub."

Blood rushed through your cheeks. Kenma looked so proud when he said that. Are you really doing a great job?

"Th-Thank you..." You murmured before shyly turning your eyes down to your work. "And thank you for the hot chocolate, too."

"No problem. Just call me if you need anything, okay?" He gave you a kiss on the side of your head. "I'll be here in bed."

"Okay..."

With that, Kenma walked towards the bed located behind you and laid himself comfortably. Grabbing the Nintendo Switch left on the nightstand.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Thank God for online classes.

If classes were face to face, then you wouldn't be able to get this kind of treatment, and if it were face to face, you wouldn't be able to see Kenma. He's probably the reason why you try to push yourself to do your best in your subjects. Whether you fail a quiz or miraculously pass a score, Kenma will always be there to support you, cheer for you, and of course, love you. Sure, he could still do that when universities open for class again but, nothing beats going for a straight hug to Kenma whenever stress was starting to rile you up.

A pre-medical course is clearly not just a simple walk in the park. It's a bloody battlefield out there. A literal new form of hell.

But with Kenma whose always got your back whenever you seem to fall, you feel like you could get through hell just fine.

As you work on your drawings, the sound of Kenma playing Animal Crossing can be faintly heard from the background. Accompanied by the gentle sound of rain outside, the gameplay noises, and the familiar sound of a character walking around gave off such a peaceful and comfortable vibe.

When the room got colder, Kenma graciously threw a hoodie for you from behind— which almost hit the mug that was dangerously close to your iPad and gave you a mini heart attack. You spin your chair to face him with wide eyes only to see him already mirroring your surprised expression.

"Oopsies." Kenma chuckled sheepishly.

"You little prick." You tried to sound mad, but the stretching smile on your lips contrasted your tone. "If that mug fell on my iPad..."

"Then you should've caught it properly then." Kenma remarked smugly.

"Excuse me?" You raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Hey, I was a former setter. This is all on you." He accused with a sly little smirk that he tries to hide behind his Switch.

'Damn, he has a point.' You couldn't help but laugh, defeated.

"Heh, Touché, kitty." Swinging your chair around, you went back to work.

"Love you," Kenma says aloud, and to which you cheesily uttered reply,

"Three Thousand."

After ten minutes, Kenma caught you stretching your arms and back accompanied with a tired yawn.

"You done, bub?" Kenma asked.

"Almost, just one more picture."

Kenma glanced over his Switch and to your weary form in front of him. Your back must be aching like hell right now.

"When's the submission of that?" He casually asked.

"Uhm, a day after tomorrow, I think?" You glanced at the wall of sticky notes in front of you and confirmed. "Yeah, a day after tomorrow."

Kenma hummed, "So does that mean you could still do it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but." You sighed wearily, "I wanna have a free schedule tomorrow so we can have more time together, y'know?"

Kenma would be lying if he said that his heart didn't flutter at your words, but you're tired and needed a break. Your health should always come first.

"Alright." Kenma paused his game and placed the Switch on the bed. He got up and approached you, his hands finding their way to your stiff shoulders before kneading them.

"Oh, God." You groaned in bliss. "That feels good."

"Do the last one tomorrow." Kenma suggested. "Come join me in bed and take a rest."

"But I only have one more left." You reasoned, "I can finish this. Just give me thirty minutes or...something." God, his hands are making magic to your shoulders. It's very tempting to do as he says, considering how worn out you already are.

"Exactly, it's just one. One couldn't possibly take all your time tomorrow, right?" Kenma said, dipping down to place a kiss on top of your head. "And you're tired, bub. I know you want to sleep, especially when the weather is like this, so come to bed with me?"

You know what? He's right. It wouldn't hurt to do just one task tomorrow, and you honestly have more time. It's nice that you want to finish everything today so you wouldn't worry about tomorrow but, it's not healthy to overwork yourself. Knowing Kenma, he always tells you to put your health first, just like what you'd always tell him whenever he works.

"Okay, I'll rest." You gave in. Standing up from your chair and turning to face your beloved boyfriend with a tired smile.

Kenma returned a small smile, "Thank you." He says gently before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Now, let's get to bed."

"Mhm."

Now sitting upright on the bed with your backs leaned against the headboard, you lay your head on Kenma's shoulder as you watch him play on his Switch, the soft music coming from the game and the brightness of the screen was lulling you to sleep. Kenma was careful not to move his arm so much, mindful of your head.

As he continues to play, he would unconsciously press kisses on your head every now and then, pleased and happy with your mere presence sitting right next to him. And when he thought that you'd fallen to sleep, he carefully moved you to a more comfortable position.

"Kenma?" You suddenly murmured just when he was about to pull a blanket over both of you. He winced at your groggy voice, "Sorry, I woke you up."

"It's fine..." You answered sleepily. "Thank you...I love you so much."

Kenma's heart clenched at your words. He brushed away the stray hairs covering your face gently, tucking them behind your ear.

With a fond smile on his lips, he happily answers,

"I love you so much as well."

Quickly finding your way back to sleep, Kenma proceeds to pull the blanket over the two of you. He leaned back to the headboard to continue playing his game, but not before taking a lingering look at your peaceful sleeping face. His eyes darting to every detail and feature.

How could you make his heart skip a beat without even doing anything?

His hand then carefully reached for your head, stroking your hair gently with his thumb.

He can't help himself from smiling.

"Sleep well, bub."

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