#valorant Chamber x reader

[f6bron]

pocket healer.

pairing : chamber x gn!reader

notes : established relationship, possessive!chamber and he's jealous, kinda suggestive at the end ?

The mission had gone off without a hitch, but that didn’t mean it was without its casualties. You were busy tending to Deadlock’s injuries, carefully wrapping bandages around her waist. Your focus was on her, making sure your actions didn’t cause any unnecessary pain.

“All is good?” you asked, your voice soft, full of concern.

Deadlock gave you a small smile, nodding. “I’m fine, Y/N. Thanks.”

Meanwhile, from across your view, Chamber was supposed to be participating in a post-mission briefing with Brimstone and Cypher, but his attention had long since wandered. 

He couldn’t stop watching you, the way your hands moved so gently, the way you spoke with such care. Every detail felt like a dagger in his heart, but what infuriated him most was how close you were to Deadlock. 

The way you were treating her so tenderly... it should be him receiving that attention. Not Deadlock. Not anyone else.

Deadlock noticed the intensity of Chamber’s gaze, the way he was glaring at her. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look from him. She knew he was protective of you, maybe even possessive. She finished adjusting the bandages herself, giving you a knowing look.

“I think the wrappings are all fine, Y/N. I’ll fix the rest of it.” she said, trying to ease the tension she could feel building.

“But I’m not–”

“Don’t worry about it,” Deadlock interrupted, her tone gentle. She then tilted her head towards Chamber. “Though, I think someone else needs your attention.”

You glanced over your shoulder, following her gaze to see Chamber standing a few feet away, watching you intently. You hadn’t even noticed him there, too caught up in your work. He excused himself from the conversation with Brimstone and Cypher as you approached, that familiar cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

This guy...

“I told you to stop glaring at people I talk to.” you scolded, arms crossed over your chest.

“To be exact, mon amour,” Chamber replied smoothly, “Deadlock was flirting with you.”

“No, she wasn’t! I was just helping her with her injuries!—”

“Then, I’m injured too.” Chamber lifted his hand, revealing a bleeding cut, his expression unfazed.

You sighed, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was trying to sway you with that disarming smile of his, and unfortunately for you, it always worked.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you grumbled, pulling him by the hand to a quieter corner where you could tend to his wound in peace. 

“I told you not to hide things from me, Vincent Fabron.”

Ouch, his eyebrows shot up at the sound of his full name. You only used it when you were really annoyed. He watched silently as you prepared the med kit, your movements quick and efficient.

“Vin…” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” you responded, tilting your head innocently.

“You usually call me Vin…” he pointed out, his pout almost comical.

“That’s not the point.” you huffed, rolling your eyes, but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“I don’t like it when people get touchy with you. Only I can do that.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but his puppy eyes made it impossible. 

“Hey now…”

“You can only tend to my injuries, okay, Y/N?” he insisted, his tone leaving little room for disagreement. “The others can go to Sage, but you... you’re mine.”

Chamber tilted his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your response.

"Chérie?"

You sighed again, defeated. “Okay.”

Chamber’s smile softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. It was rare to see him this vulnerable, this possessive, but you knew it was just another way he showed how much he cared. 

His personality always seemed to shift when you were around, going from the suave, confident agent to the affectionate, slightly clingy boyfriend.

As you cleaned his wound, Chamber rested his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. He took in your scent, his comfort in the midst of all the chaos.

“Vin, we’re still in public…” you whispered, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to concentrate on his injury.

“Je m'en fiche (I don’t care),” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck. “I want to show them what’s mine.”

He looked up at you with those soft brown eyes, his gaze full of adoration. “You’re so pretty…”

You blushed under his stare, feeling your resolve weaken. Chamber’s face nuzzled into your neck, his kisses turning your body to jelly.

“Vin, I can’t focus,” you mumbled, your voice breathy.

Chamber chuckled softly, noticing how flustered you’d become. He loved seeing you like this.

So vulnerable, so irresistibly cute. But he had more in store for you, a plan for when you both returned home.

That night, you and Chamber lay curled up together in your room, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you like a baby koala. He always found comfort in your space, the room filled with the scent of Trudon candles and the faint hint of your perfume. It was his sanctuary, away from the endless projects and the pressures of his work. 

Here, he could just be with you, and be himself.

Your phone dinged, pulling you out of your sleepy haze. It was a message from Brimstone, another briefing scheduled for the night. You sighed, not in the mood for more discussions.

Chamber peeked at the screen, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

You hesitated, knowing you really should go, but then Chamber tightened his grip, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. “Just stay here with me, okay?”

His words were so gentle, so pleading, and you could almost see the imaginary puppy ears on his head, trying to charm you. You sighed, knowing you didn’t really have a choice, not with him being so clingy.

Then, Chamber began to nibble on your ear, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. You whimpered, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Forget about the briefing. I missed you, mon amour.”

And with that, you knew there was no way you’d be leaving his embrace tonight.

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[sanajeh1909]

Hello! Im posting this for this anon to inform them the story is in progress.

Its taking me so long to write it because im currently having a lot of responsibilities in my life to deal first.

I will share the continuation thats asked as an extra part to the story as different ending (it might have multiple parts)!

Stay safe everyone!

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hiii can i ask some valorant voice lines about their s/o??? If its fine with you 😭😭(like gekko,chamber,yoru etc you can add more if you want)

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Y/N is on the team |

“Hey hey, Mi querida! You’ll keep an eye out for 'em, right Wings?”

Killing enemy Y/N |

“No harsh feelings, right?”

Y/N is topfragging |

“Didn’t even break a sweat, huh?”

Assisted by Y/N |

“Y/N! Really needed the help there.”

Y/N aces |

“Did y’all see that? Don't worry, I definitely did!”

Y/N is on the team |

“Bonjour ma chère, let's not talk too long, yes? As I’ve planned the perfect night!”

Y/N is topfragging |

“You’re doing so well my dear, how about your own gun? The price? For you, free of charge.”

There is a enemy Viper |

“Don’t worry dear, my eyes are only on you.”

He assists your kill |

“Mon amour, no need to thank me, but I won’t stop you~”

Y/N kills their topfragger |

“That was their best, but it has never stopped you.”

Y/N is on the team |

“They don’t stand a chance, let's show them.”

Y/N is bottomfragging |

“Leaving all the kills for me? Good choice.”

Y/N aces |

“Ha! They never had a chance against you.”

There’s an enemy Yoru |

“I won’t let him get anywhere near you."

Accidently blinds Y/N |

“I told you to look away, guess I need to handle this.”

[imkillerbae]

Thinking of You (Valorant Chamber x Fem!Reader) (Angst, Fluff)

Summary: Chamber arrives with his team in Paris, the city of love. Or so they say. They take a little detour on memory lane.

Word count: 3k🤯😬

CW: Slowbubrn, Angst, lots of regret, lots of fluffiness at the end, drama, lots of crying, the author loves to see the reader and Chamber suffer. (A/N: This was supposed to be an Angst/Smut fic, but I kinda removed the smut cuz it didnt fit. Should i write chamber smut tho cuz idk if anybody wants it. Feel free to request.)

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The city of Love. Or so the rest of the team called it. Astra and Skye both marveled at the old buildings below them, pointing out the beautiful churches and bustling life on the streets. “If I knew we’d be here, I would’ve asked Jett to come with us,” Phoenix yelled so he could be heard, the sound of the aircraft drowning his voice into a whisper. “I’m envious. How does it feel to be back home Chamber?” Yoru asks rhetorically, smirking and chuckling to himself.

Chamber caressed the case of his gun, eyeing the floors of the aircraft. He didn’t like being in Paris. The place that used to feel like home was now just a husk of what it used to be.

But it wasn’t always like this for him. There was a time when he didn’t feel pain coming back home to France. There was a time where the city of love truly felt like home. It was because of her.

She was the love of his life, the only one that he ever saw himself spending the rest of his days with. He remembered her soft locks of hair, those beautiful eyes, the feel of her skin, and her voice. After working abroad, she was the one he came home to. She was his home. Paris was the city of love.

She was a radianite engineer that worked for Kingdom Industries, smart and innovative. They met by chance through a project they both worked on. He chuckled in his seat, remembering how hard he tried to impress her with his weapons expertise and his golden business card. It was one of the very few moments that he actually tried to be cool. She found his efforts amusing, and after the fifth time he asked, she eventually said yes to a date. All expenses paid for by him, of course. He treated her like a queen.

She was an independent and level-headed woman, even after they became a thing. But anytime she would be in his arms, hidden away in their little sanctuary, in the house they built, on the bed they made, she turned into the gentlest and sickeningly in love person ever. He felt like he was wanted and needed. And if he ever disappeared, he would be missed. That was something he longed for, as someone who worked in the covert and secretive business. It was a comfort that someone who he loved was always there, looking for him.

He remembered fond memories of them, the vivid images swam in his head.

He held her hand, kissing it tenderly. “Ma cherie, you are so beautiful. Your radiance is something even radianite cannot contend with,” he said against her hand, then he proceeded to kiss her palm, then thumb, and finally, he pressed her pulse on his cheek. “What do you mean? My hair’s a mess,” she laughed, grabbing his other hand and squeezing. It was a lazy Sunday morning, and they decided to sleep in.

They sat on the bed, in front of each other with their legs crossed. The white sheets were strewn about, bedsheet crinkled at the corners. Outside the window, the sky was bright but gray. It was raining, the wind from the windows blowing on the curtains softly. The light from the outside was the only thing illuminating the room.

“Happy anniversary my love,” she whispered, moving closer, staring into his eyes. Their foreheads almost touch, and he gives her hand a gentle squeeze. He often travelled all over the world, but no view could ever compare to what was in front of him. “Happy anniversary, mon amour.” Quiet moments like these were close to his heart. His life was crazy, hectic and stressful, and with a kiss from her, a soft look, and a few encouraging words, all his worries would falter away. He gave her a peck on the lips, smiling. “Thank you for choosing me.”

He wished he could stay in that memory forever. But he couldn’t. He could only dream.

He had a mission to fulfill. Something that would change the world and his life forever. Together with his double, they would desecrate the whole Kingdom operation in Fracture. He had it all figured out: his weapons of choice, their positions, escape routes. Everything was accounted for.

Except for her.

He was already a person of suspicion in the whole operation after a lousy move he made. He made sure that she would be transferred to another site before the opening day of the reactor, much to her disappointment. She didn’t know that this wouldn’t be the only disappointment she would be having.

“I want to end things with you civilly,” he almost choked out his words. His expression was serious, but his heart was beating fast. His hands sweated in their gloves as she stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” the word barely made it out of her lips. She held her night gown with clenched fists, trying her best to keep herself together.

“I’m moving to another country for a more… important job. Unfortunately, it entails isolation, and I’m afraid that it will be a hassle for me to keep this relationship going. So excusez-moi, I must pack for my flight,” he said as robotically and as coldly as he could, turning his back on her. He pretended to grab some of his clothes as she stood there silently, trying to understand what he said.

“B-but I don’t understand… Vincent we’ve made it work despite the distance… despite the long days and nights apart, and suddenly it’s a problem for you now?” She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to face her. That was what she always did, consulting logic before her emotions, but her tears told another story. It crushed his heart seeing her in tears.

“This job requires all of my attention, and I cannot have you as a distraction.” He replied curtly, looking into her teary eyes, and she took a step back. “I-is that all I am to you? A-a fucking distraction?” She says, but before he could reply a rehearsed sentence, she yells painfully. “We’ve been together for years Vincent! Years! I gave you everything, and I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you!” She cries, her voice echoing in the room. The moonlight was glaring at both of them in the dim room.

“What about us? What about me? You said you love me. You said you loved me!” She beats on his chest, but he does not move. He does not flinch or defend himself. He just stands still. “You lied, you lied to me.” She cried, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her cheeks and kissed her as if it was the last time. He held her like there was no tomorrow, and he touched her like he would be a dead man soon.

And as she woke the next morning, it was as if he was never there. As if he never existed. The bed was made up on his side.

That was the last time he’d seen her in the flesh. He made a deal with Cypher for updates about her. Apparently, she retired after the accident. She used all her money to start a small business in the heart of Paris. A café where she was the barista. It did well from what he could tell. She had her run of lovers, but currently she had no one. He chuckled, finding it hard to believe no one would be interested in the numerous regulars she had.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?” Phoenix pokes Chamber’s arm, and he snaps out of his trance. “He’s probably plotting something,” Skye jokes. “Why don’t you make use of your riches and pay for some pastries we could munch on!” Astra chimes as she hopped off the aircraft.

He breathed in the Parisian air. He smiles fondly. “I know a place.”

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“He’s paying right? He better be ready, cause I’m trying everything,” Yoru smirks as he eyed all the bread and pastries displayed behind the glass. Chamber stood behind all of them in the line. The café was moderately full that their commotion wasn’t something unusual. “Je voudrais pan au chocolate,” Sky says, or at least tries to. Her australian accent was apparent.

“You reckon we can beat each other with a baguette?” Phoenix asks, and Yoru smirks. “Only one way to find out. We’ll get two of those.” He requests.

“Okay, noted on that. Anything else?”

He tried to keep his composure, hands tucked inside his pockets. That voice was familiar, too familiar. He held his breath. It was her.

“Hmmmm, I want the croissant. Did I say that correctly? Anyway, what about you?” Astra says, pointing her golden fingers at him. She followed her gaze, and his face registered in her head almost instantly. They stare at each other as she waited for him to speak. She was frozen in place, but his voice melted her down.

“Coffee. Hold the cream please, merci.” He says simply, pulling out his credit card. It was designed with his iconic golden streaks, something she couldn’t mistake for anything else. She held her hand against her chest and spoke quietly. “Vincent?” She said carefully, shakily holding out her hand for the card. He instead took her hand and held it against his warm lips. “Y/N. Ça fait un bail, ma cherie,” he greets, squeezing her hand.

She pulls her hand away, stepping back from the counter. She was breathing heavily, panicking. “Excusez-moi,” she excuses herself and retreats into the back of the café. After a few moments, a different person serves them. The other agents eye Chamber strangely as he casually receives back his card. He was unbothered by all that, and they became curious.

Sometime as they sat on one of the booths, Chamber spotted someone from the counter in a hooded jacket, walking quickly out the door. He figured it would be her, so he stood up and followed. “What’s up with him,” Yoru asks, face stuffed with bread. “I don’t know, but it definitely had something to do with that pretty lady earlier,” Phoenix replies, cheeks fat. Skye takes pictures of them.

“Mademoiselle, please stop.” He starts, pulling her back by the wrist. But as she spun around, a strong slap lands on his face. The whole café stops and stares.

“Stop? For what? I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say.” She pulls her wrists free but he grabs her arms instead. He drags her upstairs to the second floor, a room mostly reserved for meetings, parties or other events. He locks the door behind him before facing her again.

“S’il vous plait, let me speak. Please Y/N, I missed you with all my heart,” he begins, but she struggles. “Shut up! Don’t lie to me, don’t speak to me, don’t, don’t…!” She cries, her struggling becoming weaker. Hearing him say he missed her made her break down and cry. Her knees got weaker and she leaned on to him, beating on his chest. “Let go of me! Let go…!” She cries harder, and it broke his heart hearing her voice crack and falter.

He pulled out a chair from under the table and sat her down as she broke down on the table. She cried in French, all the pent up frustration and anger pouring out of her. He couldn’t blame her. It was a bad idea coming here all of a sudden, bringing back distant painful memories she so desperately tried to move on from. But she couldn’t, and neither could he.

He sat there quietly, rehearsing what he was about to say. She looked different. She was older and more mature looking, her lips rogue red, arms more defined through her shirt. Her voice was the same, even as she cried. He missed her immensely, and wondered how it felt to be at home again, in her arms.

“I do not know what you are trying to do but I do not want to see you. I do not want you near me,” she says finally, leaning on the table. He kneeled in front of her and held her hand, his other hand on her cheek. “Mon amour, let me explain everything. Please, I did not mean to leave you, to leave us behind. I had to do it, for your sake. For the world’s sake. I had a mission, and I had to keep you safe.”

He then proceeds to explain the protocol and how they protected the world from thieves from another Earth. How radianite was in danger in this Earth, and everything that he felt was necessary to tell. He watched her look at him in disgust and confusion. Occasionally she would whisper ‘liar,’ but he willed himself to continue.

“I’ve suffered everyday knowing how much you’d come to hate me for my decision, and I lived with pain in my heart since I left. You were never not on my mind, ma cherie. Not a day goes by that I’ve not wondered how you were, who you were with, if you were safe or not. Believe me, I tried for your sake, for your peace of mind. I didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already have,” he removes his glasses, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Anytime I am in Paris, all I want to do is run home to you. Abandon everything, change my name and stay with you like before. If only life were that merciful,” he lays his head on her lap, squeezing her knee. She felt her skirt get wet, and she realized he was silently crying. Vincent never cried. It’s not my style, he once said. Her hand hovered above his head shakily. She was still mad, but she couldn’t deny her heart. She petted him as he wept, hugging her legs, begging her to listen. The lump in her throat was painful, but she spoke.

“D-do you still love me?” She asked, a tear running down her cheek. She wanted to hear it from him again. She longed for those words as much as he did hers. “I do, I always have,” he replies, looking up at her. She smiled through her tears, then bit her lip. “Please say it. Tell me you love me, please…” she begged, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I love you Y/N. I love you,” he replies, kissing her lips as he helped her up from her seat.

Their kiss was deep and filled with longing. He melted in her arms like cold butter on bread, and as much as her mind hated it, she embraced him. And when she’s able to gasp for air, he would give her pecks on the cheek, nose, chin. He could not get enough. After a while they both settled in silence, foreheads touching as he kept her steady in his arms. He never knew he was so deprived of love until he was home again.

He could tell that she was still hesitant, avoiding his eyes, but he caressed her cheek. “I promise, I will make it up to you. I will make up for all the pain I’ve caused, and all the time we’ve lost. Hurt me if you wish, just make me yours again.” He begged, and she looks up at him wearily. “H-how do I know you’re not going to leave me again… how do I know you’re not lying…” She sniffed.

“It was wrong of me to keep my job a secret from you before. I will not make that mistake again. But forgive me for withholding details. I do not want to put you in danger.” He begins. “If it will make you feel better, I would like to introduce you to some of my… coworkers. It was rather rude of us to leave them out of the blue.”

She sniffs but nods, wiping her tears. She pulls away from his embrace and straightens her skirt, wiping her hands on them. Her face was flushed red, eyes puffy from crying. He was going to have to explain a lot to the others.

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“You have a girlfriend?!”

Most of the team was surprised, Astra immediately sending messages to the others about the latest tea. “Jett is gonna flip when she hears about this.”

“Man, I used to think all your pizzaz was just a ruse. Now I gotta take actual notes. Damn,” Phoenix slumped on his seat, staring at Y/N who was rather mesmerizing without her apron on. She chuckles lightly, shaking her head. “I’m not his girlfriend,” she corrects, biting the inside of her cheek. They all turn to Chamber as he sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Yet.” He continues, and she rolls her eyes. “It’s going to take a lot more than just words to convince me.”

“Do not worry. I do not intend to only charm you with my words. You’ll find that I am plenty fun with actions as well.” He chuckles, holding her hand underneath the table. She gazes at him softly and smiles. She doesn’t know how this will end, but somehow, with him being more honest, she was willing to give it another chance.

Yoru’s face scrunches  up at the flirting happening in front of him. “Please, not in front of my croissant,” he groans, and Skye hits his shoulder. “Shush.” Y/N smiled at all of them. She was happy he had these people around him to keep him leveled.

[horrorlove14]

Being Forever Thankful - Valorant

Pairing: Husband! Chamber/ Vincent Fabron x Doctor Wife! Reader

For their love story, read I'm Forever Yours, My Love

Vincent is so thankful in his life for marrying his soulmate and becoming a father to a pair of twins, a boy, and a girl. His wife, Y/N is the most hardworking and loving woman who manages their twins despite her highly demanding job as the VALORANT protocol's lead doctor.

Whenever he was away for a mission, he carries a photo of his family which is of Y/N holding their babies in her arms with a smile on her beautiful face while wearing her work clothes.

This always brings a smile to his face because he has a reason to be able to return home because they are waiting for him to welcome him back with open arms.

Y/N keeps herself preoccupied with her work while she takes care of the twins with the help of her parents, in-laws and the agents who were not on missions. She can't help but worry about Vincent due to the nature of the mission and praying that he'll return safe and sound.

When he does return home from a mission, he wouldn't hesitate to greet his family who are waiting for him in their home by embracing them and planting a lot of kisses, telling them how he missed them.

After settling the twins down for their nap, Vincent and Y/N spend their time together in their living room on the sofa with him laying his head on her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She tells him that she's happy that he's home and he can finally relax now while running her fingers through his hair which makes him feel at ease while listening to her heartbeat.

He's thankful for having Y/N not just as his wife but as his absolute everything in the world, thanking the universe for bringing her into his life because he couldn't live with the world without her and their children by his side.

He remembered fondly the memories of Y/N's pregnancy with their twins from the day of the discovery to their birth because they are their absolute pride and joy as a result of their undying love. He loved resting his head and hands on her bump, feeling their kicks as he talked about his adventures and missions, etc.

He adores everything about his beloved because Y/N isn't just a talented doctor but a loving and kind-hearted wife and mother whose nature had won the hearts of everyone at the VALORANT protocol.

Whenever he holds one of the twins, he's in awe of the pair of golden brown eyes that stare back at him with glee and cuddles them onto his chest with ease.

Long story short, Vincent considered himself very lucky in his life by having Y/N, his son and his daughter by his side and looks forwards to many things in the foreseeable future.

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[monin1ca]

Hello!:) May I request for an angst with Chamber x Reader (might end up happy haha) but was thinking in a way of a reader having a crush on the agent but seeing him flirt/or getting flirted with another agent - seeing them and closing off to Chamber! (Hopefully it is not super complicated! and of course if you don't want to that is okay <3)

Thank you!! Your stories are a really nice read:> and sorry if it is a bit confusing english is not my first language and it is my first time sending a request haha >.>

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Cursing, Slight Red Flag Chamber ( But that's ok, hes a red flag and were the flag poles... *wink wonk*), sad and tired reader (female), I didn't really follow some parts of the request forgive me≡(▔﹏▔)≡

Synopsis:"A-are you sure? I thought you had eyes on Viper-" "I don't know why I do these things; perhaps it's my bad habit." The male lies; he knows why.

"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 were in the distance, watching this interaction go down; The French man’s thick and caramel-like voice rang through the earpiece.  Your heart aches; you want to be in Viper’s place. Receiving all the flirting and playful banter, you’ve thought of millions of responses to all his classic pick-up lines. It sounded like you were a lovesick puppy following its master because it was true.

You clutched the ghost in your hand; the thing would break in half if you weren’t aware of your strength. Neon immediately noticed your mood gone sour, she looks over at the place you're staring at and rolls her eyes. "Hay nako (Oh my gosh), don't mind him. As much as you fawn over him, you need to focus at the mission on hand." The duelist remarks, "Get to your position," she points her lips to the backsite. "We're about to start." You trudged slowly to the area, setting up your gadgets.

Unbeknowest to you, Chamber was watching your reaction. He left his earpiece open for you to hear. He chuckles at his actions, he shouldn't be showing signs that he didn't want you. It was the opposite. He wanted you badly, so badly. Chamber himself was confused why he was doing this. Perhaps it was the habit of this fake persona he's made.

"Many sightings of enemies going to my site, please send reinforcements." Your voice pierced through the earpiece, catching everyone's attention. "Roger that, your 'lil gadgets should hold 'em back right Y/N?" Phoenix jokes, "Shut up and get over here." "Woah... Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed."

The mission took forever the finish, you were sleepy and tired. Your backpack was extra heavy, because your gadgets were destroyed by the enemy team; plus the samples Killjoy begged you to put in your bag. You were practically stumbling on your way back to the helicopter. " You alright, Y/N?" Phoenix inquires, "No," You whine. "I'm so sleepy and tired and-" You slump down on the floor, "My bags extra heavy! I can't move anymore..." Neon sighs, "Akin na bag mo (Give me your bag)." You drag the heavy bag to Neon. She lifts it up without much effort, "The fuck? What's in here? Rocks?!" "I'll carry you then, after all you held down an entire site on your own! You deserve it!" Phoenix hums, as he lends you a hand. You mumble a small thank you and grab the mans hand. He carries you piggyback style, and the team continues to walk to the designated rendezvous point.

"Brimstone said the 'copter wasn't clear for take-off," Viper sighs, "Why, tho?" Phoenix chimes. "Let me finish my sentence." The controller states coldly, "The reason why is because there was 'air traffic.' Bullshit." "Ah, Viper! My offer still stands," Chamber hums, "I know this place very well. Let me treat you guys to dinner!" The Frenchman pulls out his phone and promptly orders a cab for all of you.

You all arrive at a great place with gold and diamond chandeliers intricately decorated on the ceiling. Rhythmic music plays in the background, setting the mood. Loud chatter and laughter overlap with the music. "Uh- I feel underdressed." You say as you gawk at the place; many beautifully dressed females with pearl necklaces and expensive purses eyed your party with judgemental eyes. With only Chamber dressed for the occasion. "Don't worry, I do too." Neon groans, "I think we all do." Phoenix sighs. The waitress comes and helps you with your table; you sit beside Chamber because "coincidently," there was no other chair available.

One look at the menu and you wanted to faint. "20 DOLLARS FOR ONE TINY LOBSTER??!" You screeched in shock. Chamber snickers as he wraps an arm around you. "Don't worry my friend, It's my treat after all ~" "This is a scam, fam..." Phoenix breathes out shakily, who was also flabbergasted at the prices. You all hesitantly order your food, and some small talk begins at the table.

"So that's how your tattoos work?!" You say, intrigued at Chamber's abilities. "But- Does your trademark also work the same way?" You stop; Chamber was staring at you. With a soft smile on his face, you immediately cover your mouth. "I'm Sorry- I must be annoying you-" "Ah, don't worry, Cheri. After all, I love talking about myself." He giggles as he places his hands on his palms. Chamber feels a slight tap on his shoulder, "Uhm- Hey there, sexy," A well-dressed woman drawls. You internally cringed at her approach, "my friends and I thought you looked absolutely ravishing... We were just wondering if we could get your number?" You thought Chamber would allow his ego to get stroked and entertain them, but no. He turns them down politely and looks back to continue explaining his abilities. The lady looked like she was bitchslapped across her face, clearly not accepting Chamber's rejection. "I will have you reprimanded, young man! Do you know who I am?" "You're an entitled bitch that can't handle rejection." You scoffed, and Chamber was surprised. He hasn't seen this side of you before; perhaps you didn't like how she flirted with him. "Now, excuse me, you're blocking the way of my food." You dismiss her, waving your hand away to shoo her off. The embarrassed woman runs back to her seat, holding off tears. The whole table laughs, and you begin eating.

The night ends well, and the helicopter arrives soon. You all leave the restaurant and go back to the pick-up point. You were at the back of the group with Chamber. Relishing the feeling of being with him, your fatigue catches up with you, and your legs begin wobbling again. Chamber offers to carry you, and you accept graciously. 'Chamber smells so good.' You thought you felt his muscles flexing under his suit and tie. You were gushing so much over his figure you didn't even notice he stopped walking. You only came to your senses when he said, "Cheri, I like you." Panicking at the sudden confrontation, you buried your head in the crook of his head. The air was cold, yet you felt so hot. You shakily breathed out, "A-are you sure? I thought you had eyes on Viper-" "I don't know why I do these things; perhaps it's my bad habit." The male lies; he knows why. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you." That's the truth; he would burn down this godforsaken world for your happiness. He puts you down and faces you, slowly caressing your cheekbones.

"You think they're alright?" Phoenix whispers to Neon as he stares at the two sentinels at the back. "Yeah, I'm sure they are." She chuckles as she witnesses the party kiss. "Jeez, she took long to say it; I don't know how long I could bare their tension." Viper gags, and the firebird shouts. "Ay! Could yall hurry it up?! I know you're having a moment, but Brim says the 'choppers there now!"

Author's Note: HEY AGAIN, JUST GONNA FINISH MY REQUESTS FROM LAST YEAR!! I SWEAR I'M GETTING IT DONE... (I'm lying im trying to farm for Yelan ok（；´д｀）ゞ) ANYWAYS SEE YOU AGAIN TILL THE NEXT ONE<333

[madlumqx]

just a little bit, hehe. | chamber & cypher.

synopsis | how chamber and cypher would react to their s.o being clingy after having one too many drinks

warnings | mentions of alcohol, fluff if that counts as a warning, and unbeta'd writing!

a/n | college is a pain in the ass and a huge distraction for writing (kidding kids pls go study well) also ! have this cute little self-indulgent headcanon i wrote when i had a little bit too much adult juice ^_^

CHAMBER.

okay i think this dude… as much as he’s a playful flirt and someone who makes too many remarks, the man has a soft spot for you.

clinging onto him with the cutest expression ever? 

yeah he’s DEFINITELY gonna baby you.

“yes, mon amour. i know you love me a lot but you must let me go!” he playfully says, prying your arms off from him so he can grab a puke bucket from the bathroom and one of his shirts to put on you. “i need to change your clothes first so you can sleep better, d'accord, mon coeur?” chamber says as he finds himself right next to your whiney self. 

you shake your head. “no, only want cuddles from vin.” you mumble, pretending to be hurt by his actions; your head was spinning and the only thing you wanted was to be held by your loving boyfriend so you can get some sleep. maybe challenging breach to a drinking match wasn’t the best idea.

chamber sighs and sits by your side, placing the bucket on the floor and holds your hand. “s’il te plait… you can have me all to yourself as soon as you change.” he bargains, which to his surprise, you nod, looking at him with a lop-sided grin. “just don’t puke on my suit too, okay?” to which you attempt to punch him (which fails miserably btw since you missed)

after letting him change your clothes, he finds himself back into your arms. watching your peaceful expression, chamber sighs and places a kiss to the top of your head. “fait de beaux rêves mon cœur.”

CYPHER.

okay, cypher, i honestly feel would be similar to chamber

he would be amused at your clinginess and feed into your behavior for a bit

would be the type to stare at you lovingly while you cry your heart out when you saw a mommy squirrel and baby squirrel barely make it out from the street.

“and then what happened next, my love?” cypher spoke as he pushed out an ample amount of toothpaste on your toothbrush. 

through his mask, cypher was smiling ear to ear at how you clung onto his waist as you sat on the toilet waiting for him to ready your toothbrush. after choosing to spend a night out and having one too many shots, you were tipsy and beyond the level of clingy you usually show him. 

your little sobs crushed his heart but his amusement for the story you were telling was also making him slip out a little laugh or two. “i… i feel so bad! i almost stepped on the baby squirrel’s tail!” you wail, holding onto him a little tighter which made his heart falter just a little bit. 

“but you didn’t, right, my heart?” he asks, gently removing your arms around his torso so he could squat down to your level. “and that’s what matters. you didn’t hurt the baby squirrel.” cypher calms you down and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. “now brush your teeth so i can provide you with cuddles and kisses.”

unbeknownst to you, cypher had a camera set up in the corner of the room so he can have a little video to tease you with once you’re dealing with the aftermath of your drinking.

peepeepoopoo cypher and chamber said you should reblog! ^-^

[fvrxdrm]

Ok, so I might have to put the requests on hold longer than I expected bc I don't have a pc right now I could use to type with. I would use my phone but I'm not confident enough to rely on myself to type on my phone's keyboard accurately.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 73 }

the world's smallest violin.

vincent fabron (CHAMBER) x reader

this whole week had to be one of the worst ones of your life.

for starters, on monday you woke up late and got scolded by your boss for your lack of punctuality.

tuesday, you felt the need to dress in your favorite outfit just to feel good about yourself, only for it to be ruined when it began to rain later that afternoon (and of course, you had forgotten to bring an umbrella.)

wednesday you decided to go out drinking with your friends to cheer up and have some fun, only to end up catching a sore throat when the burning sensation refused to go away even after you had stopped taking the various shots at your favorite bar.

cue you having a cold for the rest of the week and calling out sick from work, finally using up the sick days you had accumulated from your job. your throat still burned, making it difficult for you to even eat meals. all you could do was drink some broth and down copious amounts of cold medicine in hopes of relieving your symptoms for even a moment.

it was now sunday, and you had finally gotten over your cold. your throat finally stopped hurting as your voice steadily lost its nasally quality. currently, you were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone while trying not to feel like absolute crap due to how bad your week was. you finish typing out an email to your boss, telling him that you would make it to your shift tomorrow before tossing your phone to the side.

while you were suffering through such a terrible week, your boyfriend of two years was nowhere to be found. and despite how you had already known that he would be on a rather long mission with protocol, his absence still greatly upset you. the things you dealt with this week left you so mentally drained-

"i've seen so many horrors back in my days with working for the french military, mon ange. horrors that i am grateful that you shall never have to go through."

that particular memory of vincent detailing his past life to you makes you curl up even more. you force the tears that once spilled from your eyes to stop, feeling almost silly for crying over something so tiny in comparison to all the things your lover has been through.

with a sigh, you slowly wipe away at your eyes, feeling them become red and swollen from crying.

i must be playing the worlds smallest violin right now. honestly, get a grip.

you were debating whether you should calm down and further comfort yourself with some hot cocoa when your phone begins to ring, alerting you to a call from vincent himself.

you answer it within seconds, your voice breathless when you say his name with a bit of longing, "vincent, honey, hello. i've missed you."

his rich laughter fills your ears, making your cheeks warm just the tiniest bit. "i've missed you, too, mon amour. i just couldn't wait to hear your voice, and i wanted to let you know that i'm on my way home with your favorite takeout."

the tears began to fill your vision once more, causing your voice to come out a bit shaky, "that's great! vince i've had-"

you cut yourself off, biting down on your bottom lip so as to keep yourself from ranting about your bad week to him. vincent catches the way you had suddenly stopped speaking and asks, "what's wrong, love?"

"ah, it's nothing. please come home safely, okay?" not wanting to cave in, you hang up the call first, heart pounding as your stomach began to twist with anxiety.

there was no way vincent was going to come home and not ask you what was wrong. but truly, you didn't want to burden him with such problems you deemed as tiny inconveniences.

about fifteen minutes later, you see your boyfriend enter your shared home with a huge bag of takeout. he settled the food on the dining room table before bringing you into his arms and pressing a kiss against your temple.

"my, have i missed you. is it me, or have you gotten even lovelier since i had last seen you?"

you roll your eyes and playfully hit at his chest, "don't be ridiculous. i'm dressed in my pajamas and look awful."

"nonsense, mon amour, for you are always beautiful to me." pressing one last kiss against your lips, vincent goes to plate your dinner. when you tried to help, he simply shoos you away, beckoning you to sit as he tells you how much he wants to spoil you due to his absence.

you take a seat and watch with a fondness when he piles on all of your favorite foods, making a heaping plate for you as he places the delicious meal in front of you. with your mouth watering and your appetite returning post-cold, you dig in almost immediately.

"ah, this is so good, i'm so happy to be able to taste things again!"

"to taste again? were you sick?"

vincent's question makes you pause, forcing you to swallow the last bit of food before your anxiety returned. you really didn't want to bother your beloved with stories of your shitty week, knowing he was doing something far more dangerous during his latest mission.

"y-yeah, it was just a cold, but i'm okay now, i promise!" just seeing the concern in his golden brown eyes makes the tears and all of your sadness return at full force. "e-excuse me!"

knowing that vincent was going to chase after you, you run into the bathroom first before locking it. with your back pressed against the door, you begin to softly sob, those negative emotions that built up during the week finally coming to an overflow. you could no longer stop your tears, and when you heard vincent gently knock against the bathroom door, asking if you were okay, did you truly break down.

the sheer amount of tears blurred your vision, and you could feel the buildup of mucus within your nose. fuck, you were actually ugly crying right now and came back to feeling like absolute shit.

"darling, angel, love, please, talk to me. what's wrong?"

his voice was close, and you were certain that vincent was pressing himself against the bathroom door.

with a sniffle, you finally admit to him, "i don't want to tell you."

"well, why not? i want you to tell me because whatever it is, it's making you cry."

you let out another choked sob, "i had a bad week, but they're not big enough to warrant your concern, vince. go on, have dinner without me for a bit, just let me let this all out and i'll be okay again, i promise."

the silence seemed to drag on for what felt like eternity. you figured vincent had taken your advice and already made his way back to the dining room. letting out a sigh of relief, you quickly clean yourself by blowing your nose with some toilet paper and washing your face. when you began to feel somewhat more presentable was the moment you opened the door-

only to be met with a broad chest standing in your way.

"never feel as though your problems are insignificant, mon amour. for if they make you this sad, then it is not insignificant to me." vincent had managed to trap you in his arms, engulfing your form in his embrace. you cling to him with a desperation, greedily breathing in his scent when you broke down once more.

"but my problems, they're so small compared to all the things you've been through."

he lifts your chin to press a kiss against your chapped lips, not minding the salty taste of your tears, "it doesn't matter how big or small your troubles are. what matters is that it's enough to make you lose that smile on your face. i want to share your burden and know what made you so unhappy because i love you."

you could feel your heart become lighter upon hearing his words, finally making you feel better as a genuine smile paints your lips. "thank you, love, for being such an amazing boyfriend."

"nonsense, it my duty to ensure that you are happy. now come." he adjusts his hold on you so that he was now carrying you, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder while he carries you back to the dining room, "you can tell me all about it as we eat dinner together."

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[f6bron]

i’ve been thinking of mob!chamber x housewife!reader x mob!deadeye and my brain is ROTTING ! RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

note : chamber and deadeye are twins in this ^^

Housewife!reader spends most of their time sheltered imprisoned at the heavily-guarded Fabron mansion, a rather peaceful piece of land far away from the city chaos.

The Fabron twins never justified what kind of business they own to you, not like you mind it too much anyway.

The twins don’t like the idea of you wandering around without them (they don’t even trust your personal bodyguards). So, it is better for you to stay at home and be a good little dove for them while they’re away for a ‘business trip’, yes?

Despite the house chefs hired by the Fabron twins, housewife!reader still insists to personally cook meals for the twins before they return home. Although the twins emphasized that cooking is not your responsibility, they still enjoy indulging the dishes made by their sweet dove :3

“We absolutely love your cooking, mon amour, but you don’t have to do it—“

You kissed Deadeye on the lips to shut him up, “Hmm, I know… Just wanna take care of you both ~”

URGHHH I JUST CAN’T ! The Fabron twins would spoil you ROTTEN !

Every time the twins return home, they bring gifts for you, usually comprising of jewelry, clothes, plushies and books that remind them of you and think you might like <3

And yes, they may be war criminals but nothing can stop them from carrying a 59’ inch tall Snorlax plushie around if it means putting that sweet smile on your face !!!

They often turn it into a competition, to see who could elicit the biggest smile and the loudest squeal from you with the gifts they bring.

Not to forget, each time they enter their office after a lengthy trip or a long day, they would discover adorable love notes plastered around their desks, scribbled with your messy yet cute handwritings and drawings <3

“miss u both so much :(”

“je t’aime <3 (with a tiny drawing of two kittens, presenting Chamber and Deadeye)”

They always think it is their duty to protect you, even if it means putting their own lives at stake.

[sanajeh1909]

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader Word Count : 1709 Warnings : Violence, Flirting, Romantic Tension, Mild Sexual Content (it gets suggestive on some parts i think), Mission Scenario, Slow Burn (?) POV : 3rd Person One Shot A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. I tried my best and i had hard time to think response to every flirty sentence. Yellow is for Chamber, Blue is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it. ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ Bullets were buzzing from above. Agents has taken cover. The mission was to get the new member of the Protocol, but enemy wasnt backing down. You had taken cover on backsite. The enemy were pushing on the site with all their utilities. There he was, Chamber, on heaven. He was so charismatic, suave, nonchalant, smug comedy. Its the type of guy you would want to flirt shamelessly. The battlefield, all the chaos didnt stop you two from flirting with each other when worked together.

As you both traded playful jabs and flirted with one another, the two maintained their professionalism and skill. Their abilities weren't hindered even by the distractions. Chamber smirked when he landed the first kill, the winning shot. He turned to his partner. I could get very used to working with you. He looked his partner up and down, grinning. You wouldn't be a bad looking trophy either. He raised an eyebrow seductively.

Be careful, the trophy bites. You speak playfully with narrowed eyes and small teasing smirk on your lips.

I'm a good tamer, just for you. He gave you a wink and a charming smirk. You turn your head and you raise both of your eyebrows in both awe and confusion. Wow. He left you speechless.

Just a warning. His voice is a little softer than normal, as he jumped down from heaven to come closer to you. I'd kiss you, if it wouldn't leave me open for a headshot. He whispers teasingly into your ear, giving you the briefest graze with his lips.

You take his collar between your two fingers and you graze it slowly. You have to learn how to be patient, then. You get your rifle and shoot to the B-Long.

I'm patient, just not when it comes to you, baby. He walks next to you as you shoot into the B site. He flashes you another wink. You'll get your kiss, just wait and see. I dont remember asking for a kiss. You smirk at him teasingly. He looks at the round timer, noticing it's nearing 1:30. We should push, you know. You look at the enemy and answer. Yes, lets push.

You don't ask for a kiss. You demand one. Chamber smirked back, shooting two enemies as they peeked their heads into the site. You'll get yours, just watch. He flashes another wink, and peeks into the site, shooting some more.

Oh, dominant woman is your type? You ask teasingly as you peek and get one kill with your Spectre.

Who doesn't want a beautiful woman in charge of them? He smirks as he peeks into the site, landing four consecutive shots from his Operator. Let's hope you can handle a man with strong convictions. He winks teasingly at you, reloading while he can cover your flank.

You smirk at him widely with teasing demeanor. A little challenge is never bad. I know how to handle my man. Your tone drops a little bit as you speak teasingly.

I hope, for your sake, you can handle my convictions. He finishes reloading his Operator. He walks over to you and stands next to you, his smirk widening a bit. I'm a man with, very… firm… beliefs. His voice is raspy and sultry, like velvet.

Im intrigued to know what are your firm beliefs. You speak playfully as you peek to elbow.

I like to take control, and I like to be dominant. His smirk continues. He switches to a Sheriff shot, clearing the an enemy on elbow. But I'd prefer it if you fight against my dominance with your strength. I'd like an equal, not a submissive. It's much more interesting that way. He shoots another two enemies, then takes cover.

Hmmm, you are up for some challenge, i see. You smirk at him, then you peek flank to check for enemies.

I love a woman that can fight back. He smirks. There's something really hot about a woman who can hold her own. He shoots with Sheriff more, then takes cover again. He switches back to his Operator.

I will keep you on your toes. You smirk at him playfully, your tone is teasing.

I wouldn't want you any other way. He's still looking at you, his smirk growing even wider as he makes his way to the middle of the site. He's standing behind the spike, looking at you. He looks you up and down. His look changes from a devilish smile to a more serious, slightly flirtatious expression. He runs his eyes up and down you again. His voice is a little bit lower. What's your name, beauty? He asks you, softly, like he's whispering seductively in a restaurant booth.

Your worst crush, dear. You speak velvet-like voice in low tone, smirking playfully. Your tone drops to seductive one. The answer you gave testing his patience.

What a naughty, little brat. He responds in a deeper voice, almost a purr. You've got a name that's sweeter than that, though. He leans closer, his eyes still on you. Why don't you tell me your name, darling? Don't make me ask again. His tone is still playful, but with a dominant undertone.

You take his chin between your fingers and lean towards him. There is inches between your faces. You can learn my name on your own, darling. You chuckle teasingly, then you crouch down to defuse the spike as he protects you from attacks coming B-Long.

Oh, I will. I always do. He smirks. His eyes look deep into yours. What if I'm impatient, though? His eyes shift to your lips briefly, then back to yours. He winks teasingly, covering you while you defuse.

Oh, you will be patient. You smirk at his way as you stick to defusing.

Oh yeah? I don't like being told what to do. He says it teasingly, his smirk only getting wider. Maybe you should make me, sweetheart. He whispers teasingly. His voice is raspy, a little husky. It's hot. He's clearly enjoying this.

Dont doubt about it~ You sing the words out playfully and your tone has dropped a bit. Then you finish defusing the spike. The mission is successful.

A little too cocky for my like, sweetheart. But I love it. He smirks, walking up to you and leaning against the wall, crossing his arms and looking at you. He's still enjoying this, but there's a bit of seriousness to him too. What's your name, darling? He asks again, still speaking with his soft, raspy and sultry voice that's full of seduction.

You walk in front of him, your hips sways as you walk. You stand in front of him and you touch his tie with your fingertips, then you pull him down slightly. There is little distance between your faces. You smirk at him playfully. You raise your chin up a bit. Sultan, your queen. Oh, you little… He's silent for a few seconds, his face getting completely red. He's enjoying that, however. What does he do now, though…? He's enjoying her flirtation and teasing. He's playing along with it. Does he call her a nickname? No. He can do better. I'll call you my Sultana, sweetheart. He smiles widely, enjoying the interaction. His tone is seductive, raspy, but still playful. I'll keep your name to myself, for now. You chuckle deeply, playfully, as if mocking him. You let go of his tie and straighten yourself. He stands back up straight. as you let go of his tie. You turn back and walk to the Vulture where KAYO landed it.

You're gonna tease me the whole mission, aren't you? He watches you get closer to the Vulture and he follows you. He puts his hands in his pockets. You're a very naughty girl. His tone is like that of an older man admiring a younger woman, flirting with her, seducing her. He's enjoying himself and he'll make sure you know that. He doesn't leave your side, and stays close to you, looking at you.

You grin widely, giving him side eye. Then you turn to your front and walk to the Vulture in front of him. The mission ended successfully and now we all are retreating to headquarters.

You should be careful, sweetpea. His tone is gentle, his eyes and his body language are very inviting. I might just end up liking you a lot, and that would be a disaster. For the both of us. He chuckles softly, his eyes shifting from yours to your hips, and back. It wouldn't be good to like you, though. So, be careful. He gives you another playful wink, then he looks at you head to toe. His face drops and now he's more serious. There is something I have to say, however. You stop on your tracks and turn back to him. The playful smirk on your face remains with a raised eyebrow. You are amused, the entertaintment you got from the flirting and teasing back and forth satisfied you more than you expected. You tilt your head slightly as you wait for him to speak.

He stops in front of you, looking down at you intensely. The flirtatious back and forth between us just now? That was nice. I liked it. He looks at you, his voice dropping a little bit lower. He raises a hand out to your chin and strokes it, his thumb gently brushing over your chin slightly. But I have a strict policy. No office romance. He gives you another soft, sultry grin. This has to be professional, or else it ends here. He lowers his hand, placing it back in his pocket, looking ahead. He's waiting for you to speak.

Ah, darling~ Did you really think that i would lose my professionality? You chuckle softly, you were playing with him. You really dont know me so well. You smirk playfully then turn back with smooth movement. You walk back to Vulture as you wave your hand on air to him without turning back. Oh, I would never doubt your professionalism, sweetheart… He watches you walk away. Your hips sway seductively again. He's enjoying this little bit of banter. The flirting, the tease, the challenge… it's fun. You're fun. He looks at you while he watches you walk away before he follows behind.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Sentinels:

Chamber |

Headcanons

Fear of Needles

Being Brave

Voiceline Headcanons (Part 1)

Male Cat Radiant S/O

Cypher |

Headcanons

Fear of Needles

Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy

Underestimated

Voiceline Headcanons (Part 2)

Cowboy Rule

Deadlock |

Headcanons

Jealous Headcanons

Scarred

Comforting S/O From A Nightmare

Tall Boyfriend Who Slouches

Reuniting with their old friend (Who joined the protocol)

Confronted By Toxic Ex

Learning Sign Language From Mute S/O

Enemies To Lovers

Killjoy |

Headcanons

Kissing Headcanons

Danger Prone S/O

Comforting S/O From A Nightmare

Voiceline Headcanons (Part 3)

Learning Sign Language From Mute S/O

Sage |

S/O Who Likes To Garden

Headcanons

Hair Headcanons

Domestic Hcs

S/O Spiked Drink

Comforting S/O From A Nightmare

Valorant Voicelines (Part 4)

Caring for sick reader, who won't stay still

Promise?

[imkillerbae]

Bedroom Ball (Chamber Valorant x GN!Reader)

You wake from a nightmare. Chamber decides to cheer you up.

For this fic, I suggest you listen to ‘Go Downstairs to the Blue Moon, Buy Some Fried Chicken’ by Bubble Tea and Cigarettes when the fic tells you to.

Words: 1.3k

CW: Fluff, sweet Chamber, simping for each other. All that good stuff. A bit self-indulgent fic again cuz I am such a Chamber simp. Also because the Yoru headcanons I made weren’t fluffy at all. Call it overcompensation.

Requests are open.

“Where is he!?” You shout through the comms, but all you hear back is white noise and fragments of whatever was said on the other side. You were left on A site, alone, Skye and Sage both bleeding to death behind you. Think, think! You yell at yourself mentally. From what you could tell, everyone else was mowed down by the enemy Reyna. And you worried that Chamber would be among the dead.

“Mon amour,” you hear Chamber call out, and you snap your head towards his voice. “Chamber? Wh-where—” and there you see him by a dark tunnel, smiling. You smile desperately and run to him. “Chamber! You’re safe!” You yell eagerly, but before you could reach him, he’s knifed in the back. He looks at his wound, then back at you. “Run,” he mouths before collapsing. You scream as you feel a sharp metal coldness on your back.

“Ahh!” You gasp, sitting up and panting heavily. Vincent sits up as well and reaches for the sheriff under his pillow, but seeing that you were safe, he moves his hand to his glasses instead. “Ma cherie, is everything alright? Did something happen?” He turns on the lamp, and the low orange glow spreads inside the room. The AC was already turned of but it was still cool around you.

He squints at you, and he sees that you are sobbing, wiping tears away from your cheeks. He sits up properly and pulls you into his arms while you cry. “Ah, my love, what happened?” He asked again, feeling you up to check if anything was wrong, but all he got was your fast heartbeat.

“A-a bad dream… a nightmare…!” You started, and he sighs, dismissing it. “It was only a nightmare love. Nothing else. There there,” he coos, but you pull away from his comfort. “No you don’t understand! It was about everyone… everyone died, S-sage was bleeding… you were…” You couldn’t finish and sobbed harder.

Chamber rubbed your back and pulled you back into his arms again. He felt bad for dismissing it. He never really had bad dreams, and if he did, it didn’t really affect him much. But seeing you sob this hard about it, he felt like that dream dealt with something you feared the most.

“I was…?” He asks you to continue, and you sniff. “You were stabbed by something, someone… you told me to run but I didn’t, I didn’t want to leave you…” You cried, crying into his bear chest. “I couldn’t, it felt so real… and then something also stabbed me…” you finish, leaning into him as you calmed down.

He leaned his head into yours and rubbed your shoulders. He didn’t know how to comfort you over something that never really happened. But he understood why you were upset. Seeing the people you love dead around you isn’t really the most ideal thing to see.

You had a soft heart. Sometimes he wondered if you were really cut out for the protocol. Not in a sense that he doubted your abilities; far from it. You were a badass in his eyes, giving intel and sight for him to maximize his weapons. But he was more concerned for your mental health. For him, it was easy to overlook the similarities between his teammates and the enemy, given his prolonged experience with his own double. But you? You always seemed to be hesitant.

He holds your cheek softly, wiping away the tears with his thumb. His hands were rough from the constant tinkering, but you held them against your cheek with your own hand. Your breathing calmed but you were still upset. “I-I’m sorry… it just felt so real…” You try not to sob again, so Chamber pulls your face to his and kisses your nose, then your lips. “Mon bijou, it is not real, je promets. It never will be. I am too fabulous to die.” He jokes as he stares lovingly into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ear, and you chuckle at him, kissing his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” You say quietly, and Chamber widens his eyes.

I think it’s the other way around, he thought to himself.

“You are the most kind and beautiful soul I have ever met. Even Reyna would agree with me on that,” he rubs your cheek, tilting his head. He meant it. You were the light of the protocol, along with Jett and Phoenix. The three of you kept the protocol sane by being the most optimistic ones. But he believes everyone would agree that if there was one person that made this whole thing bearable, it was you. Your warmness was something that the whole place needed, even Viper was charmed.

He couldn’t believe you were his, and his alone. To see you in your strongest days, and even at your weakest.

Chamber turns to turn on the stereo, and music plays. A slow rhythm with a mellow melody. “Can you stand my love?” He asks you as he stood off the bed, holding his hand out. The dim orange lamp was the only light you had in the room. In this light, Chamber looked awfully beautiful. He took a lot of time to take care of his body, and that was clear as day, even in this dark room. He was only wearing his loose boxers that hung by his waist, while you wore his large shirt.

“My love, I know I am the most beautiful creature in the world other than yourself, but save your gaze for my eyes. Mes yeux sont pas en bas. They are up here.” He quips, and you shake your head. Was I staring? You scold yourself. “Yes, I can get up. What for?” You grab hold of his hand and stand in front of him. He smiles down at you tenderly, pulling both your arms up to his neck. “I’d like to remind you where you are right now: in my arms, dancing in my room. No where else, not in that stupid dream, or in any mission.” He rests his hands on either side of your waist. He pinches you, and you yelp, slapping his arm. “Hey!”

“See? You are in the real world!” He chuckles, moving you both to the slow rhythm of the song.“And in the real world, I am here with you. While I am alive, no harm will come to you. I swear it on my life. Forever,” he pulls you close as the music surrounds you, and you smile at him. You wrap your arms around his neck properly while you moved your feet in synch with his.

🎶 Do you wanna go upstairs to my bedroom, dancing to red moon? 🎵

You both dance quietly, the music sending you into your own reality, where everything is well, and it was only the two of you. His heart felt very happy. You were both happy to have each other. Especially him, as he thought he’d never find someone to commit to, ever in his life.

“Do you feel me with you, hun?” He asks as his forehead lays on yours. “Yes, and I know where I will always long to be.” You reply, chuckling to yourself. He whispers your name lovingly, holding you closer. “I love you. Stay with me, mon tesor. Here, in this reality.”

“I love you too. I can’t wait to spend this reality with you forever, Vincent.”

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed. I think this is the sign for me to write some angst. I wanna see Chamber and the reader suffer. And maybe some sickly fluff for Yoru to compensate for the FUBU headcanons)

[jojikawa]

Hi i’d like to request a chamber fic if you’re not too busy! I was thinking something along the lines of the character being really good friends with one of the agents, preferably a flirty one like yoru or phoenix and chamber gets jealous and corners the character to tell her that he likes her and all the flirting is driving him insane? If you want you can even make it so that the flirty agent was being overly flirty just to get under chamber’s nerves because they knew that chamber liked her.

Hello! I would love to write something like this. My favorites to write about is probably Chamber and Yoru. They’re def my type of guy XD Thank you for requesting me!

Vincent was happy. He could feel the pleasant excitement welling up in his stomach as he daydreamed about his favorite person. It was pretty obvious who he had a crush on but the other agents purposefully kept you out of the loop. The reason why was clear as well. Vincent wasn’t known to be the best guy.

His crush was a fan favorite amongst the Protocol due to their looks, personality, and skill. They were originally a weapon from the American military that was lent to team Valorant to extinguish the mirror earth problem. Everyone expected some war machine, modified killer animal hybrid, or some gun-slinging guy with a whole lot of luck but instead…they received a cute, charismatic woman named (y/n) nicknamed (a/n) by Brimstone for a code name.

Vincent originally believed you to be a new receptionist or something. He was a rich, skilled, and entitled man so he was bound to harbor a bit of misogyny. It made seeing you in action much more of a treat. You could kill enemies without breaking a sweat, run at top speeds, and break wind barriers. You were superhuman! All while wearing what you want. There was no need for armor at all. It made him so interested in you.

The rich man just didn’t exactly know how to approach you. You were always so caught up with everyone else because of your popularity. You seemed so sweet and kind, no one wanted him to “corrupt” you. Jett and Neon would always joke about how you needed to be protected from him at all costs because he “clearly just wanted to use you.” 

Alas, Vincent’s eye wasn’t the only one you had caught. It was becoming clear that more people were trying to pursue you. Men and women alike. Of course, no girls spoke of their crushes on you but the guys could never keep their mouths shut. So far, he was only ever able to figure out three people. Sova, Phoenix and Yoru. 

Sova was more reserved. He knew that he would push his feelings aside and never confess to you. Not worried about him at all. Phoenix? He flirted a lot but he was too goofy for you. You needed a rich, handsome, French marksman to take care of you. Yes, definitely! Yet there was one person with who he couldn’t stop being jealous of. 

Yoru.

Vincent just couldn’t understand why at first until he really paid attention to your interests with him. You didn’t roll your eyes or wave him off as you did with Phoenix. You actually gave Yoru your time. It was innocent in your eyes but the Japanese man pestering you thought a lot more of it.

Yoru would puff up his chest, making sure his hair was right before asking you: 

“Hey, (y/n), wanna come to the range with me? I want to show you the new ability I just learned.” 

Sickening.

But you would say:

“Sure, Yoru, what is it this time?” 

How could you? You must’ve had no idea, right? He hated this type of situation. He was seen as shady so if he said anything to you or about you, everyone else would be jumping down his throat. Well, everyone except for Reyna, that is. 

The demonic-looking woman seemed to humor Vincent since she had her eye on you as well. As he watched you and Yoru socialize, Reyna approached him. The man hadn’t even noticed she was standing next to him with a grin on her face as he gazed at you.

“You are staring at her, mijo.” She purred, finally getting his attention. This made him laugh, not being started by her presence. “A gentleman does not stare; he admires.” He replied, shifting himself to make the staring less noticeable. 

“Admiring with fire in your eyes? I didn’t know someone as bland as you can be so aggressive~” She laughed at his naïveity. “It is too bad that (y/n) is a free spirit. The girl needs more than a boring square.”

Vincent sighed before turning to the woman. “I hope this isn’t your way of siding with the others. Or perhaps, you are jealous?” He smirked back at her but was still unable to get a reaction out of her. “I have no one to be jealous of,” Reyna reassured. “Soon, the apple of our eye will realize that none of you are worth her time. See, look at Yoru.” She then gestured her head to tell Vincent to look. “All men do is talk about themselves. Especially the uninteresting ones…All so boring.”

Without a word, Reyna disappeared before Vincent noticed. She was a little mysterious sometimes but this seemed to be her way of giving a little advice. 

You entertained Yoru for a bit as he talked about his new cloning ability.  You thought it was pretty cool at first but the conversation was a little long-winded. He hasn’t even shown it to you yet. He only gave scenarios of how it would be useless. 

“–So, uh,” You interrupted him mid-sentence. “You’re only able to make your clone walk in one direction so far? Wouldn’t they already know it’s a fake?” You tilted your head in a cute way. He lit up as if he were waiting for you to say something like that. 

“Ah! Actually, I have a solution. I walk out with my clone and then they won’t be able to tell.” His face was so red and he wasn’t able to understand how unintelligent he sounded sometimes. 

“…but what if they shoot you instead of the clone? What if they shot both?” You placed your thumb and index finger on your chin as you began to think.  

Yoru opened his mouth to speak but Chamber came behind you. He placed a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention. The only way he could stand out is if he made some moves, regardless of what others thought about him. 

“You don’t mind if I have a word with our teammate, do you?” Chamber asked, towering behind you just as Yoru did in front of you. The rift walking man knitted his eyes together at the French marksman. He knew Chamber had his eyes on you and so did others. No way would he let him have you, but he needed to be respectful to you.

You could tell Yoru was acting a bit jealous just by his expressions. He wasn’t very good at hiding it. Luckily, as a woman, most of this stuff stood out very easily to you.

You smiled at Yoru, causing his eyes to dart from Chamber to you. “We can do some aim training later tonight.” You waved him off but in a sweet way. He huffed, turning around before saying “then don’t forget it.”

Once Yoru was far away enough, you turned to Chamber. He had a smug look on his face. The same one he always wore when he spoke—only to you. 

“Good Afternoon, Chamber. What makes you want to see me today?”

This was the perfect time because the two of you were alone now inside of the Gathering Hub. There was no one to interrupt you either. “I want nothing more than to have a small chat with you. It won’t take up any of your time.” The French man verbalized, sending chills down your spine.

“Oh? Okay.”

“You look absolutely stunning, and I don’t mean that in the standard way either. Perhaps, we could get to know each other a little more…personally.” Chamber whispered softly and seductively. This made your eyes widen just a bit.

Ha. He got you! You were all flushed and adorable now. 

“You sound just like the others!” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand just a little.

Um…what?

“I sound like the others? Who do I sound like exactly?” If Chamber wasn’t in your presence he would definitely be choking right now! He observed how your innocent face changed. It went from bright and bubbly to subtle and trivial as you tried to think for a moment.

“Yoru and Phoenix! They say nice things like that all the time. I’m glad I have such a strong friendship with you all. I think you look magnificent! I like your clothing and your glasses.” You giggled even more, unable to contain how happy you were that you were getting to socialize so much!

You didn’t have much time here because once mirror earth was no longer a threat, you would belong to the U.S Military once again. “I didn’t know they thought so highly of you…and were so open about it as well.” The French marksman muttered the last part. 

“I’m not used to such attention. Is something wrong, Chamber?” You asked innocently, tilting your head at the man who was visibly reacting to all your words. “No, not at all.” He replied. 

“Though, I wonder, what exactly do you plan to do with Yoru later…?” He was genuinely curious if you would ever become more than a friend with the rift walker or anyone else.

You shrugged. “I'm not sure. I assume he just wants me to stroke his ego for his good aim.” Although, your joke didn’t seem to make him laugh. “He probably wants you to stroke something else as well…” Chamber muttered to himself but your genetically enhanced hearing caused you to hear him anyway.

“Huh?!” You perked up, blushing like an idiot. “Oh, come on, Chamber! It’s not like that…” You instinctively grabbed a piece of your hair and twirled it, avoiding eye contact. The marksman smirked. He loved making you flushed. It was so adorable. “Then surely, he wouldn’t mind if I joined you on your adventure?” 

“Oh! Sure! I don’t mind you coming.”

“It’s a date then.” Chamber winked at you, making you blush a bit more. He only hoped Yoru didn’t make you blush this much. 

Later that day, you went to the range as scheduled to meet Yoru. 

Chamber tagged along. When you arrived, Yoru laid eyes on you. He lit up like a Christmas tree. Perhaps, he didn’t expect you to come. Unfortunately, the twinkle in his eye died and his smile faded. There was a particular shadow that towered over you as it followed.

“Hi, Yoru!” You waved to him as you approached him. Yoru didn’t reply. He seemed to be too busy looking through you and at the man behind you. “Bonsoir~”

You saw that Yoru had a ghost in his hand. “Oh! Are we having another shooting competition?” You smiled warmly. “I hope you can finally beat me!” This grabbed Yoru’s attention. He smiled slyly, readying his weapon. “Oh I know I can. And no cheating this time.”

You turned to Chamber. “You want to join? I’m currently undefeated.” You told him. Surely, he couldn’t beat you but he would just like to watch. 

“I will have to pass, ma Cherie. Just pretend I am not even here.” 

“Okay!” 

The shooting target content with Yoru was fun despite you winning again. Chamber expected him to act bratty as usual. It was how he usually behaved whenever he couldn’t come out on top but…that didn’t happen.

Yoru praised you for your skills. Something that was extremely foreign to Chamber but normal to you. Was he always like this to you? He had no idea. 

Yoru made a witty remark, taking out his butterfly comb to style his hair. You seemed interested in this. “I’ve always wondered, Yoru, how do you make it come out?”

“Oh, this? It’s pretty easy!” Chamber watched Yoru close the comb and do a cool motion that made the comb show itself again. “Can I try?” You asked, standing at an angle that prevented the marksman from seeing what exactly was happening. He tilted his head outward, looking a bit awkward but he didn’t care. 

The man observed your attempts to use the comb. You failed so charmingly, causing any man in the vicinity to give in to their masculine urge to help you. 

Yoru chuckled. “Here. Let me show you.” He grabbed your wrist gently with one hand and your fingers in the other. He showed you what your hand and fingers should do. “I can show you some tricks too.”

Yoru peaked above your head, looking straight at Chamber who was previously confused and trying to see. He could see the grin forming on the man’s face as the two of you exchanged friendly contact. He was doing this on purpose. What a rat! 

“Hey, (y/n), you know I have a motorcycle too, right?”

“Hm? Really? That’s so cool. You have to show me!”

“Maybe this weekend, I can take you for a ride.”

“Aw, sure, Yoru. That would be so fun.”

No! He was NOT taking you for a ride! 

You fiddled with the butterfly comb a little more before just giving up. It was a little embarrassing. “Gah, I still can’t get it-“ You had begun to say before you felt a hand on your back. “No worries, Cherie.” Chamber smoothly took the comb from you and opened it accordingly. When he finished, he handed it back to Yoru who snatched it aggressively. 

“You guys make it look so easy!” You placed your hands on both of your cheeks. “We can work it out step by step later.” Chamber offered. “Also, (y/n), I must speak to you.” He eyed Yoru. “…privately.” 

“Sure!” 

Chamber led you to a part of the training grounds that was far, far from Yoru. This was such a different approach for him to take but your innocence made it too hard. He couldn’t bear the possibility of you and Yoru of all people. 

The blatant flirting from him was shameless and too much. He really did treat you differently than the others. 

“Chamber? What’s wrong? Did you feel left out?” You frowned. You knew it had to be something. The last thing you wanted was for him to not have fun. 

“No, no, mademoiselle. Nothing, in particular, is wrong, it is just…” Chamber trailed off, losing his usual attitude and his ability to form sentences. 

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

“Do you have something going on with Yoru?” 

You blinked. Was he actually serious? 

“N-No. He and I are just friends.” You answered but this only made Chamber smile and laugh. “Are you sure? He seems to think otherwise. He and the other agents are always flirting with you. You don’t really protest that either.” 

“They’re just being nice, Chamber!”

“Being courteous and flirting is very different, Cherie. Your innocence shields you from the consequences and I have to admit that it drives me a little crazy.”

You knitted your eyebrows together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You placed your hands on your hips. Chamber sighed. “I have to deal with hearing everyone else talk to you and about you in a particular way. It’s more than just being nice.”

“How do you know it’s more than being nice?” 

Chamber took a step towards you. Your face heated up when his hand rested on your cheek. “Ch-Chamber?” You called for an answer but he seemed to ignore you. 

“I know that it is more than being nice because I would like to admit that I am the best at making it look this good.” He told you. “I want you to be mine.”

Maybe you were oblivious all this time. It was like a pleasant surprise that came out of nowhere! It almost felt like you were in a real-life harem and one of the people you have a huge crush on had admitted their feelings for you. 

Chamber leaned downward, his hand becoming more secure around your jawline and chin. Suddenly, a bunch of old memories invaded your mind. The French man made it known to give you light kisses on your hand when he would greet you. Something he hadn’t done to any other agent. You never received that from anyone else and enjoyed them a lot. They made you feel warm, causing you to get butterflies in your tummy and shy away from him.

You liked him too.

In a second, his lips finally connected to yours, lightly pressing against them. You closed your eyes as you were pulled to the tips of your toes to make up for your height. Chamber’s face was red. This was extremely bold, even for him but he had to own it. 

Yoru, eavesdropping, cursed to himself. “Damnit. I knew they were dating.”

[marislittleworld]

Outlaw Chamber Valorant Old West AU

Music that I think it combines with him:

[khuzena]

Where his loyalty lies

Chamber x fem!reader

Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, dilemma, near death experience, a lot of swearing

Summary: chamber had a mysterious client who offered him a big stash of money and connections in exchange of taking your life, his loyalty to the client or you. He doesn't know who to choose but he knows where his loyalty lies.

Miss me? I know its been almost 2 weeks before i posted good shit and im glad some of y'all still like it, anyways i hope you guys enjoy it

The soft rays of the sun from the window kissed every crevice in the room, where you and chamber laid in bed, adoring each other as his fingers caressed your cheek.

Chamber would always show his affection to you in grandiose ways, whether it's greeting you with a delicious breakfast at your bedside or a first class ticket to whichever country you liked.

Though simple times like these were loved either way; sadly, he had to go meet with his 'client' since they offered him something he cannot turn down.

You turn to look at him as he fixes his tie infront of the mirror, "So, why'd you have to get up early? You know your client can wait."

He pushed up his glasses, "No dear, I was called immediately by them. They promised a big payment so why let them wait?"

The sweet aroma of brewed coffee and its warmth on your fingertips makes you wonder for a while, chamber must've brought this coffee from a business trip, not that you bother him in his personal work. You also pondered about how this mysterious client always pays him so much for ahem eliminating many of their targets though they've never revealed themselves.

In a few minutes he touches up his appearance then waved you goodbye at the doorstep, though before he left you shouted a loud, "Stay safe okay?!"

"I will, je t'aime mon chou." Chamber answered back and drove off to wherever.

The home was filled with silence once again, it's too early in the morning— it was 7:54 am and you doubt that you and chamber's twins would be awake at this hour. So you decide to just make your way into the living room and prepare breakfast while listening to your favorite music as you wait for chamber to come home early if he could.

Though for chamber, he's arrived at some high class restaurant and made his way into the location. It was a very desolate restaurant though luxurious enough for his taste, his eyes wandered every corner and he was met by a masked man with a small briefcase on his side.

Chamber cleared his throat and sat down right infront of the man, "So, what's your deal?"

"Oh nothing, just some weapon designs I would love to buy from you and also—" the man clicked open his briefcase and shown him a small document of people he needed to eliminate.

"deux diamants et une améthyste" the man chuckled as chamber's eyes widened at the document.

Both his children and you were to be killed.

His heart was pounding loudly through his ears and bloodshot eyes glaring at the man without even blinking, though he kept his calm and tried to get more information out of the man. "Ah mon ami you must be mistaken, you do know that I don't take children as my targets of my dirty work" he nervously laughed off but his hands were trembling because one, someone found out about his family and two, the audacity of such man to make someone turn against their own family.

Although the man's face was not shown, he could feel the menacing glare of the man from the mask as he lightly tapped the documents, "If I'm not mistaken, these are high priority targets of many, am I right?"

Chamber was starting to see red and he was so god damn close to pull this bitch by his collar and strangle him right here and now, this was his fear; his entire family being found out by his enemies and being targeted by many even though you three had nothing to do with the shit he does.

Oh shit oh shit.

The masked man noticed the anger radiating from the man infront of him though he internally chuckles, so this son of a bitch does have a weakness.

"I decline your shitty offer and no matter how much shit you give me don't you fucking dare touch them." Chamber said coldly as he turns his back on the man and took his briefcase with him but before he even stepped out the masked man quickly stopped him.

"But everything you want in life will be funded by me and my entire organization, you could get everything and anything you want and you'll get a shit ton of connections too" the masked man laughed and even mocked him with the sound of your voice. As much as chamber loved you, everything he wanted would be granted. It was all he ever wanted in life, to rule the world. Maybe he could kill you and ask sage to revive you?- 'No, no fucking way think straight chamber god damn it.' he thought as he was paralyzed on the spot.

"I said, I fucking decline."

"Well fine, just kill your useless god damn wife instead, you know you can always get another one-" before he finished his sentence chamber smacked his face and proceeded to pull the man by his collar, "Don't you dare fucking touch any of them or you will not see the light of day ever fucking again. Do you hear me?" Blood staining his gloves while he stared down on the man, nose all bloody and mask destroyed from just one swing but it was like the man felt no pain.

"You know I can always hire another bitch to get to them" Chamber just swung his fist to the man's face over and over and over again before he was left unconscious on the ground, he knew not to mess with the man with a thousand connections all over the world but he'd rather fuck up everything than lose you.

He left the building and lit it on fire, the agonizing screeches of the once masked man and the people inside who were affiliated with him.

This time, he drove back home while going over the speed limit, his ears ringing from anxiety as his mind starts imagining about you and his kid's dead bodies lying lifelessly on a pool of blood or maybe even worse. His mind played tricks on him but he felt pathetic, he was hesitating and even thinking about killing his family for some wealth he'd already accumulated.

He ran into the gates of your home and rushed inside and didn't even take off his shoes. He was met at the sight of you on gun point from another man who looked oddly familiar to the man he just killed.

You were on the ground begging for mercy, your eyes blindfolded and from a small hole you could see the glimpse of chamber right infront of you.

You lost consciousness and it felt like you were dead. Fortunately you've awoken from your slumber and was met at the sight of chamber on his knees and sobbing at your side, pleading you to just wake up and not die right infront of him and another group of cries behind you— here we go again.

"Uh... Vincent.. you good?" You muttered out in hopes of calming them down but they cried harder and your daughter started jumping on your stomach and asking you if you're okay.

"Ohh mon dieu you're alive!" He cried and started going on about that stupid offer contract shit his client gave him and how he only put your life in danger.

You just stared at him with a loving look and kissed his forehead, you decided to just say nothing else.

The silence was loud minus the occasional screeching of children outside the your hospital room but he was glad you were still alive in his arms and nothing bad happened to you and the kids.

I promised to myself to come out with another banger fic post but all I posted is a flop ffs, thank you for reading it all and not getting bored, if there's any mistakes I apologize since English isn't my first language and I dont proofread ffs. (Here's a little secret, you can send me a request even though it's closed and I'll do it as long as it's a chamber angst request 😈)