#bingusverse

[prettyboykatsuki]

watching bnha w the bf and -

[dog-ending]

some nerd: shipping BlorboBlappaGax is problematic bc in bingusverse blorbo is the cracklecapsish greebo and blappa isnt yet 120 three-moonsets into being beepoo and Gaxxi is a bastard man. hope this helps clear things up

me: yeah probably

i love reading fandom discourse for fandoms im not in because its full of nonsense words and people just making shit up to be mad about and it sounds like exceptionally irritating simlish

[loviatarwrites]

bingus

Chamber x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Chamber is being a great cat dad and reader really likes cats and is slightly touch deprivated.

A/N: It’s the Bingus fic that’s still my favourite piece I’ve ever written. Also starts my “Chamber is a cat dad” headcanon.

You walked through Valorant headquarters. Even after long day the place was full of noises as you walked past Phoenix who insisted that Cypher played chess with him, Neon blasting music on her place and loud bangs and swearing from Raze’s workshop. Raze was clearly mad, you didn’t have to see her to make sure of that, but there was also laughter because she had most likely blown a new prototype of her bot project to her face. All the liveliness of the H.Q. made you feel cozy and like you had arrived home. Well, you were, even though it had only been your home couple of weeks. It better feel like home now when you couldn’t return to your original home, it would put but you, also people near you and the whole Valorant’s mission in risk. You sighed and noticed that there was a small area with a coffee machine, and that looked like the place where you could wind down before heading to your apartment.

 The coffee machine beeped. You looked down, and the tea you had ordered started to pour to the machine without any cup.

“Shit, no. Stop, no, please stop.” You looked around while the hot tea disappeared to the machine.

It took couple of seconds to spot a pile of coffee mugs next to the machine. How could’ve you have missed them? There was a sticky note next to the mugs with Killjoy’s handwriting, stating “Was the mug after using it your stinky gremlin!!” and a small doodle that looked something like a hamster that had anger management issues.

“Well, I doubt I was the first one.” You said to yourself and took a mug that looked like it was mostly clean and big enough for your tea.

The second try was much more successful than the first one, and you managed to get whole cup of warm tea to your possession. To your surprise the mini fridge next to the machine had some oat milk that was still in drinkable condition, so you had an opportunity to get the drink a little bit colder, so you didn’t have to wait ages before drinking it.

 You took the mug and headed to the sofa that looked comfortable to sit and spend some time. You took out your phone and started to browse around, hoping to find something interesting, and by interesting it was mostly cute videos or anything that took your head away from the fact that you were missing your home quite a lot. It hadn’t been that bad at first, but past week or two had been the worst. After the initial training most of the agents had hit the field to figure out what their mirror parts were doing, and you were stuck at the H.Q. most of your days apart the shooting range training.

“I should get a cat.” You browsed an article about cats that were wearing silly hats.

This wasn’t what you were thinking when you agreed to join. Spending your days idling away and tinkering on your personal lab until the clock hit six or seven and you went back to your apartment, only to repeat it once again tomorrow. Yes, you could sleep till midday if you wanted, and most of the days you did. Yes, your contribution was helpful, but it didn’t feel like that at the times.

“Do they even allow cats here?” Thinking out loud helped you to fill the silence. It wasn’t probably the best way to do that, but it worked for you, and it was certainly better than your singing in the middle of the common area.

First there was one article, then another. You didn’t even realize how long it had been but judging by the coldness of your tea it was at least half an hour, maybe more. You took a big sip, then another, and soon the mug was empty. You took the mug and decided that you weren’t ready to go to your apartment yet, and another tea wouldn’t hurt.

 One thing that you had taken all out was free coffee and tea at Valorant. Although you were just an engineer and agent in training, at least at this time, it was still your right to drink that as much as you liked. The machine made a sizzling noise and started to work on your beverage. You drummed the floor with your foot. The area was quiet, and you did all you could for it to be a little bit less creepy. When watching the machine brew your tea, you noticed that there was a scent in air that you hadn’t smelled before.

“Oh, not again.” You cursed to yourself when you realized that you smelled something like smoke.

You walked around the machine, but everything looked fine. At least it was not on fire. However, the fact that the smell grew stronger meant that something was not right, so you checked behind the machine. Maybe there was problem with cables? The machine beeped that your tea was ready.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming. Chill out.” You talked to the machine. It had become to the point where even the coffee machine was suitable conversation partner.

You were on your knees behind the machine, checking that nothing was exploding. There was still the smell, it was lingering in the area. The machine beeped again.

“For fucks sake, yes. I’m just checking that you are alright!” You yelled at the machine while still checking everything.

“Excusez-moi? You don’t mind if I move your tea to the table, yes?”

“Go ahead, I’m just checking that you aren’t on fire.”

Wait. Hold on a second. Had the machine just talked to you? You looked up and saw a tall man staring at you from above. Your heart skipped a beat, and you gasped for the air. You had seen Chamber, that was man’s name at protocol, before at your training, couple of times in fact.

“Oh, hi, sorry. I was just checking that everything was fine. The machine started to smell weird.” You stretched when you got off the floor, and at that point you realized that the smell didn’t came from the machine.

“Your coffee is at the table, Y/N, that was your name, yes?”

“Yes, Y/N, the new recruit. Probably not as cool as Neon, sorry.”

The smell was not regular smoke, but probably from cigarette. It had been a while since you had smelled a strong cigarette smell, so you had forgotten how that smelled like. You remembered that you had just basically said to Chamber that he smelled, and you felt how a blush rose to your face.

“Sorry to bother your time, Y/N. I was just having a break from the work.” Chamber took a transparent glass mug from the shelf and placed it to the machine that started to brew a plain coffee to him.

“Sorry that I said that you smelled, that wasn’t really professional. Long day?”

“Oh, do I? I apologize, it really has been.”

“Maybe sit here, you look like you need a break?” He really looked like that. The well-dressed Frenchman who was usually calm and collected had dark circles under his eyes and he looked beaten, or like that he hadn’t slept much recently.

“I would enjoy that. I’ll join you as soon as this machine is finished.”

 It was nice to have company. You had talked with Chamber briefly before, but topics had been strictly business and operation related, so it was nice to talk someone from the group more personally. You knew that Chamber was a weapon designer, and he had a particular interest in his mirror double and was one of the few people who had talked to their double.

“So, it appears that I am not the only one that uses this area anymore.” Chamber sit another side of the sofa, and there was a table between you.

“I just happened to walk past, sorry if I bothered your personal space.”

“Not at all, it just happens that most agents spend time in testing area rather than here.”

You noticed that there was no milk in your tea, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to sit up and get some. Chamber took a sip of his coffee and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The pack had seen better days, and it looked like it was rather old which was weird if he was a smoker.

“Do you mind?” You noticed that he hadn’t thought about you until now.

“It’s fine, I used to smoke too but quit many years ago. No big deal.” You laughed a little bit and watched as Chamber stood up and grabbed another mug from the shelf and placed it on the table.

Chamber sit back down and pulled a golden lighter from his back pocket to light up a cigarette that he had taken from the pack. You hated to admit it, but even when smoking he looked nice and, if it was allowed to say to your co-workers, hot.

“I always tell myself that I quit but never do. A bad habit, really.”

“Did something happen?” You regretted asking that as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Nothing really, just stress. Eh bien, I continue for a while until I quit again.” He breathed out a small cloud of smoke before tapping the cigarette to the edge of the empty mug. “Please don’t tell Cypher about this, he would be very mad at me, and I am not in a mood to listen to him.”

 You talked with Chamber for a while about his latest project that had backfired majorly. He had been sure that his design had worked but even after multiple tests, nothing seemed to work which has led him spending his days and nights at his labs. Maybe your position wasn’t that bad after all, at least you didn’t look like beaten up, sexy, and nicotine-addicted weapon designer.

“So Y/N, basically I spend all of my days working on my project, only leaving when I absolutely must.” He had smoked one cigarette and was starting a new one.

At first you thought you were the one who wanted company, but maybe Chamber was the one who wanted to talk.

“And you never leave because of that? Have you even seen your apartment after starting that project?” Maybe that was a little bit rude question, but you were honestly curious.

“Oh I must, otherwise Bingus would be really displeased of me.” Chamber looked a little bit more alive than a moment ago after saying that.

“Bingus?”

“Yes, Bingus.”

“Bingus?” You were confused.

“Pardon me mademeoiselle, Bingus is my cat. A very fine boy indeed.”

He sounded like a proud father, and you had to fight to keep yourself together. Chamber was one of those really proud cat fathers that would do anything to keep their child happy. That was something you weren’t anticipating, but it was just what you needed to hear at this moment.

“So, Chamber, now I have a question.” The confusion was changed to the excitement.

“Please ask, Y/N.”

“Were you going to continue on your project?”

“I was, but I see that you have something in your mind. Please tell.”

“Can I see Bingus? Please? Pretty please?” Chamber tucked his hand on his pocket to reach out his phone.

“No, I meant, can I see Bingus? Can I see him for real?”

Chamber put his phone away and looked at the clock on his wrist. “Okay, it looks like I would have to go to check him up anyway. Be my guest.”

You were screaming inside. Was it that you finally had made personal conversation with another member of Valorant or was it that you were really, really excited to see what kind of cat Chamber would have? Were you exited to see his apartment? Were you exited to get to know more about him, because if you were real with your thoughts, he was easy to look at, even after a rough patch? You tried your thoughts when Chamber dumped leftovers of his cigarette to the mug and moved it back to its place. Someone would yell at someone tomorrow, but you were more excited about meeting Bingus than asking if that was on okay thing to do.

 You followed Chamber to his apartment, which was at the same building as everyone’s. One of the perks of joining Valorant was that you got your own apartment, and even it was small, it was still personal, and you could do whatever you wanted with it. Chamber opened the door and before you could even take off your shoes you saw a pink, hairless cat zooming to the doorway. That was not what you were expecting to see when you thought about Chamber’s cat.

“This is Bingus. Pardon me, mademeoiselle Y/N, but Bingus knows that it’s time for his dinner and his dinner does not wait.”

Before you could answer Chamber knocked off his shoes to the corner and you saw how he and Bingus disappeared to the room that most likely was a kitchen. You unlaced your shoes and took couple of steps forward to properly enter Chamber’s apartment.

“Oh, I was not clear. Please sit, we will be done soon.” Chamber’s voice from the kitchen mixed with demanding meows, and he was not joking when he said that Bingus knew when it was time for dinner.

 His apartment was different of what you anticipated. You were assuming it would be white and plain, but for your surprise the walls were painted the same dark blue colour as his vest, and there was a green sofa in the middle of a big room. In front of the sofa was a table with an ash tray and chess set that had game in-progress, as well as a chair in a same jade green colour as the sofa. You weren’t sure if you were more surprised about the flower vase next to the window, or the piano on the corner of the room. Chamber didn’t seem like a guy who would play piano. You sat to the sofa and waited a minute or two until Chamber walked out of the kitchen, Bingus on his feet.

“I apologize, Y/N, but monsieur Bingus has now been fed and I am free to interact others.”

Chamber sit on the chair and took yet another cigarette out of his pack. He lighted it and you watched as Bingus rubbed himself against Chamber’s leg before moving to you, seemingly curious about you.

“I didn’t know you could have pets here.”

“In theory you can not, but I told that if I join, Bingus will join with me. Made the decision easier for them.”

You watched as Bingus jumped to the sofa you were sitting on. You gently pushed your hand closer to him and saw how Bingus sniffed if before turning around and jumping off.

“Please give him time, Y/N.”

“He seems like he really likes you, so I see why you were a package deal.” You laughed as Chamber dumped half-smoked cigarette to the ash tray.

“Oh I really should stop when I am at home.”

Bingus made couple of rounds around you before giving your leg a quick headbutt that caught you by surprise. When you tried to touch him, he quickly evaded your hand, so you decided to give him space. As much as you liked cats you didn’t want to force yourself. In the end, you were at BIngus’ territory.

“Do you always smoke when you are stressed?”

“Yes, Y/N. As you might know I used to work as a marksman. It helped me calm down. You understand, yes?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know that. I shouldn’t ask personal questions so lightly.”

“It is nice to talk after spending so much time on my project so please ask if you want.”

 You were glad that you could talk to Chamber, even though the conversation was mostly you complaining to each other about your problems. Well, it seemed good for both of you to be able to unload, and you were happy to have someone to talk to.

“Was it hard? When you first joined? Did you miss your life before Valorant?”

“You are having hard time adjusting, yes?”

“Kinda, sometimes I feel like I want to go back and not think about Radianite or Mirror Earth or any of this, but I also want to help.” You crossed your arms around your legs and hugged yourself.

“It gets easier, Y/N. I hate to be the one to say things like that, but it does. Some day you realize you are not lonely anymore.”

That was surprisingly deep from Chamber, who was a wreck of a human himself now. He might’ve not been lonely, but he had seen better days for sure. You dug deeper in your legs and heard how Chamber stood up from his chair and came to you.

“Do you mind, mademeoiselle?”

You moved yourself to make room to the sofa, which was most likely been bought for one man and his cat. There was hardly room for two people, but because you had been rolled in a ball, you took the space of two thirds of a human being. You felt how the sofa creaked as Chamber sit to it.

“If you are not doing well, you can talk about it.”

Now when Chamber was sitting next to you, you could smell the cigarette scent even stronger. It wasn’t a pleasant smell, but for some reason it was not off-putting either. You fidgeted your fingers and dug your nails to your knees and fought the tears that were rising.

“I don’t know, I just miss my old house. And family. And the days that were like each other and where there was not gazillion new things all the sudden.”

“That is a normal thing to think. Now, remember to breathe.”

 You hadn’t realized that your breathing has gotten faster. It was not uncommon for you, so you could normally keep yourself together, but it looked worse to everyone around you. Why had you gotten Chamber into your personal problems and homesickness?

“It just really sucks. This was a thing that I wanted to do but now it sucks.”

Chamber crossed one leg on top of the other and leaned down. He was maybe thinking about something, but also searching my face under my hair that was just a ball of fluff on top of my knees.

“Sorry, I go to whine to my own apartment, you don’t have to listen to me. Sorry.”

As you were starting to move, you heard a soft thumping noise next to you. Then, a second later there was a slightly wet nose on your hand. By the feel of it, Bingus had decided that if the sofa was capable of fitting two people, it could also fit one cat. You reached out softly and gently and lifted your head up a bit so you could see Bingus, standing on Chamber’s lap.

“He thinks you are not going.” Chamber’s voice was soft, and you weren’t sure if it was from tiredness or worry.

You placed your hand on cat’s head and petted his wrinkly forehead gently. Bingus had big eyes and ears, and even if he was hairless cat, he was still rather large. It made a humorous contrast because of his color that was pinkish.

“I think I can stay for a moment.”

You moved your hand from Bingus’ head to his torso, and then to his tail. Bingus made a quick loop on Chamber’s lap and was now requiring more and more attention.

“It feels nice to touch something other than books and machine parts for a change.” You made a small giggle while talking, and petting Bingus made you really, really happy.

“If you want you are always welcome here Y/N.”

“Thank you Chamber.” You leaned to Chamber’s shoulder without realizing what you were just doing. “Shit, sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“If it makes you feel good go ahead.” You felt how Chamber’s arm reached to your shoulder, and soon you were a small ball leaning against him and continued to pet Bingus because he had decided that you gave him attention easier than his roommate.

 The smell of the cigarette smoke had stick to Chamber’s clothes. It was everywhere, and now when you leaned close to him it was strong, yet somehow calming and felt like it was a protective cloud around you. Chamber’s hand rested on your shoulder, and you had been petting Bingus so long that he would probably be extra wrinkly tomorrow.

“You are comfortable like this, yes?”

You lifted your head up first time for a while, and it was reddish from sobbing and rubbing against your feet.

“I think I just really missed human contact. Sorry I use you like this.”

“I must say that after spending all of the days at my project this feels nice for a change.”

You leaned even closer, and there were no gaps between you two. You straightened yourself and as soon as you lowered your knees Bingus jumped on top of you and started to rub himself to your chest.

“Even Bingus thinks I smell bad, no?”

You had learned that at this point it was best not to answer, so you just laughed a little bit.

“Are you jealous that Bingus had made a new friend?”

“It seems like you feel a little bit better.”

“I do, thanks.” You continued petting Bingus and felt how Chamber’s hand took a tighter grip on your shoulder.

 Bingus jumped away after realizing that even cat had some limit of getting pets. He had small bed next to the piano, and after checking kitchen he laid down and decided to take a nap. You looked at Chamber that was still holding you at the sofa.

“That looks like my time to go.” You sighed, maybe even little bit too loudly.

“You don’t have to, Y/N. I don’t mind staying like this a little bit longer.”

You didn’t know how to move yourself because you were already pressed against Chamber. You touched his hand on your shoulder with yours. “It would be nice.”

Chamber lifted you up, so you sit on his lap, and for a moment you were glad that Bingus was napping so he didn’t see that you had stolen his spot. Chamber crossed his hands around you and hold you tightly against himself. You couldn’t help but to wonder if he had also wanted to feel another human, even though for sure Bingus was great company too.

“Say if you want to leave, yes?”

“I’m fine right here.”

You inhaled Chamber’s scent, and first time after you started in Valorant, you felt like you could call this place home. You closed your eyes and fell asleep on Chamber’s lap, him holding you tightly, keeping you safe from all of your thoughts.

[loviatarwrites]

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Chamber x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You opened your eyes a bit, just enough to see blurry shapes to confirm that you weren’t just talking to yourself, and if you were, there was still a possibility to fall back to your comforting dream.

A/N: I'm back on the Bingusverse, and Chamber will be a cigarette smelling cat dad once again. Also the reader is even more touch deprivated than previously.

In theory, joining Valorant should’ve been the best decision that you had ever made. In theory. In practice, every day felt even heavier than the last one, and even if you didn’t want to admit it to anyone else, you started to feel like you were going to snap at any given moment. You weren’t a field agent, battling your way through doubles and mirror earth to unravel it’s secrets, but rather an engineer, someone whose job was to sit on a lab every day, checking that everything worked and that a jamming gun or malfunctioning gadget wouldn’t ruin the mission for agents that risked everything every time they went to their operations. It also meant that your work was doing the same things over and over again, but not everyone could’ve been blessed with Radianite powers suited for the field, and it was a cold truth that your powers weren’t nearly developed enough to join others in the missions around the globe. You pressed the button on a coffee machine, and hot tea started to stream to your glass. Every moment you were awake, your head was filled with thoughts, and it felt like your brain was like an overclocked computer that desperately needed something to cool it down before it would shut down because of overheating. However fast the machine would be, it was not fast enough not to make you impatient, so you stared at it aggressively while tapping your foot to the floor as a sign for it to hurry up. “I don’t have all day.” You talked to the machine. “Gimme my damn tea so I can have at least something nice.” Your mind went to the exact direction you didn’t want it to go when you started to go through the mission agents had been sent over two weeks ago. Every detail in every weapon and machinery that you had checked, every part of them and if there was something, anything, that you had overlooked and would cause the mission to be a failure. “Thank you, finally.” You grabbed the cup as soon as the machine gave you the beeping sound as an indicator that it had finished. There was no Raze’s loud music in the hallways, no Phoenix’s laughter or Brimstone telling you that if you trained hard enough, you could maybe join them at some point. There was no Neon running around, and no Chamber telling you about his cat. There was no Chamber telling you what his cat had done. “I can’t take this.” You sat at the sofa and threw your legs to the other side without caring if your shoes would stain it or not. “I’m seriously at my fucking limit.” The tea was too hot to drink, so you had to be alone with your thoughts for a while longer. When you had joined everything had felt good, that this was the one place that you could call home while also being useful. Then the reality had hit you, the loneliness, the dark thoughts and the homesickness. When Chamber had talked to you in this same area, tired and a smell of cigarette smoke lingering around him, you had felt that there could maybe be at least one person on H.Q. that was willing to listen to you. “Why can’t I be strong enough to join them?” You curled into a ball and pushed your head against your knees. Even if you wanted to get information about the ongoing mission, there was no way to contact anyone on the field, as it might endanger the agents. You were left alone with your thoughts, and in your current mindset that was something you were not happy with. Why couldn’t you be stronger? You buried yourself deeper into your cocoon, and let your mind fill up with thoughts until you curled against the backrest of the sofa. Nobody was in the area anyway, so nobody would care if you fell asleep here or not. At some times, your dreams were a means to escape the harsh reality and everything that made it worse. At other times they brought up everything bad, and you woke up sweating and tired. This time it was neither, just a nice darkness where the time passed and you were able to just drift into the nothingness. “Bonjour chéri.” A gentle touch on your shoulder. A soft voice. A familiar smell of smoke and gunpowder. The darkness swapped into something nicer, something that you had yearned for and even if it would just be a simple dream, it would make you feel a little bit better. “Don’t go.” Your fingers intertwined with his, and you pulled his hand to you. You didn’t want to open your eyes, because if you did, there was no guarantee that you could return this dream. “Oh no, I am not going anywhere, mademoiselle Y/N.” The voice dug deeper, and you started to question if you were just imagining things or if you were brave enough to see if this was a dream or not. On one hand, you could keep your eyes shut, and enjoy the moment of comfort before the harsh reality of you being alone would hit you again, but what if he really was there. “I don’t want to be alone.” You squeezed the hand. “If you hold on so tight, you most certainly won’t be.” “You promise?” “I am here, yes.” You opened your eyes a bit, just enough to see blurry shapes to confirm that you weren’t just talking to yourself, and if you were, there was still a possibility to fall back to your comforting dream. “You believe me now, yes?” The glow of the golden tattoos was the first thing your mind registered. Then the familiar white button-up shirt with light detailing, and the watch which shared the colour with the tattoos. After thinking for a moment you turned your head from the backrest, and slowly saw the familiar face above you, looking directly to your sleepy eyes that were still somewhere between the dream and the reality. “Chamber?” You opened your eyes wider to confirm that indeed you weren't dreaming, and when you were sure that he indeed was standing besides you, you climbed yourself up from the sofa and smiled to him, and even if you didn’t realise it at that moment, it was the first smile you had had for a long time. “My apologies, I hadn’t intention of interrupting your sleep.” Chamber said and sat on the sofa. “We just returned, I was going to return my equipment but saw you while I was passing the area.” You looked at the corner where the large sniper rifle laid against the wall, next to the large bag. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.” There was still some kind of invisible boundary between you and Chamber, and even though you had shared a close moment with each other at his quarters a while back, it didn’t mean that you had permission to do whatever you wanted. Although even if you had, your shyness would interrupt you sooner than later. “If I had wanted I could’ve just passed you.” Chamber laughed. “You weren’t going to wake up any time soon if my eyes were correct.” “What time is it anyway?” You brushed your hair with your hand. “What part of the day is it even?” “Almost a midnight. Morning wasn’t probably the most accurate thing to greet you with, I have to admit.” You touched your tea cup. Cold. Not freezing cold but a was asleep a good couple of hours cold. “Welcome back.” “Merci, Y/N.” “I was worried that something had happened when I didn’t hear anything from you.” “It was an intense mission, yes.” Even if Chamber hadn’t said that, there was one sign that confirmed that he had been through something that he hadn’t planned to. When he was sitting close to you you were able to smell cigarettes all over him, on his clothes, his clothes and probably even on his skin. “You are back here now. That’s what matters.” Chamber placed his arm on the backrest, and you wondered if he wanted you to move closer. When you had met here the first time you had mistaken the cigarette smoke lingering around him to the malfunction of the coffee machine, and if your memory serves right, you had called him smelly by accident. Thinking about that made you chuckle. “How has it been here? It must’ve been… quiet.” “Honest answer or neutral answer?” “Do not think that the neutral answer will suffice after you said that.” “Lonely. Really lonely.” “Oh, weren’t you able to talk to other research personnels here?” “They are all busy with their own stuff so I didn’t want to bother them.” Chamber’s hand wandered to your shoulder, and you looked as he watched how you would react to that. “Please tell me if I do anything that you are not comfortable with.” You pulled yourself close to Chamber’s side, allowing him to wrap his hand around you. As you rested your head against his hand, you smelled the cigarettes on his fingertips, and inhaled the familiar and safe smell, and even if it was not a nice smell, it was calming because it meant that he was close to you. This was something that you had wanted to feel again, and now when Chamber had returned, you took everything you could from him being so close to you. “I missed this.” “So did I, Y/N, so did I.” Just sitting in silence, feeling Chamber’s warmth next to you and holding his hand that was wrapped around you helped you not to drown into your thoughts. You felt his touch, and could count his breaths, and there was no need for either of you to move from this spot. “Did it go alright? The mission.” “Yes, in the end. There won’t be another for a while though, not before Killjoy is done with extracting all of the data we were able to secure.” “She’s gonna be excited about that.” “Oh she is, she already started on our way to the headquarters.” You pushed yourself even tighter against Chamber, and let go of his hand that was resting against your shoulder, only to hug him tightly. Your face pressed to his vest and tie, and you noticed that Chamber returned your act of affection to you by wrapping his hands around your back. “I’m sorry I’m using you as my outlet for human contact again.” You laughed a little bit while hugging him. “It just feels like this helps me to remember that I don’t completely hate my time here.” “Y/N, I assure you that you are not the only one in need of this.” Chamber sighed. Something about that moment made you wonder what Chamber was thinking at this very moment. Had he also missed you, or did he only want someone to hold him close after a long mission? What had he had to go through? “How was the mission?” You realised that it was not the best thing to ask as soon as the question left your lips. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Forget it.” “I do not mind, Y/N. One good thing about being a marksman in the past life is that you stop to think about everything that is not critical for the mission to be a success. You get the brief, you do what you are needed to do, and you move to the next one.” “So you just… go there and do what is told?” “It is easier than to question. It is hard enough to keep the nerves in check as it is. You can probably smell that, yes. Mes excuses.” “It’s the smell of you. Both the smoke as well as the cologne.” “Ah, I aim to be presentable even after a long mission.” “In that you succeeded.” You felt how Chamber breathed heavily, and how his arms crossed even tighter around you, before letting go. You let go too, and gazed upwards to his face, and noticed that even after everything he had been through, he looked as good as always. His eyes met yours, and you felt the tension that had suddenly built around you. “Pardon, Y/N.” Chamber said in a low tone. “But you are most definitely not the only one who is guilty of wanting to feel another person here.” Chamber’s hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned close, and you felt how his lips gently brushed yours. Your hands pressed to his chest, and leaned upwards to him. Your heartbeat became faster, and when you felt Chamber so close to you, it felt like there was a small fire warming you from the inside. One part of you wanted to say something, but instead of that, you pressed your lips tighter to his, devouring his taste and taking something you had wanted since you fell asleep to his arms before he left for the mission. Now when Chamber had returned and broke the invisible barrier between you, there was no way you were going to let go of him before you absolutely must. Your hands grabbed the neckline of Chamber’s vest, and you pulled him to you, kissing him and only parting for breathing quickly before returning to him. “Would you like to accompany me to the apartment, mademoiselle?” Chamber said and smiled. “As much as I enjoy my time here, it would be an awful shame to get interrupted.” You nodded and took Chamber’s hand as he helped you up from the sofa. The tea that had already gotten cold was left on the table. Chamber took his golden sniper rifle from the corner and tossed the bag to his shoulder before taking your hand to his, leading you to his place, where a certain someone was waiting for his return at least as eagerly as you were.