#valorant chamber x f reader

[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [End]

Sorry for the delay, I just yelled at the head doctor of a clinic. We're also done with Chamber!

I'm not sure where to go next with this, so, I'll be putting up a vote on my profile for three agents soon enough. Trust me, I'll elaborate more on that post instead of this one. If you guys wanna check that out or comment any of your ideas, feel free to do so! This simp train hasn't run out of fuel just yet.

Anyway, have a good read!

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Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

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Your teammates speaking through the radio irked you as you waited, but you couldn’t mute them. Brimstone would definitely pull you aside and at best, scold you. Being new and young in the protocol doesn’t mean you got away with everything. So keeping alert grew tougher and tougher the more they spoke, and you were practically hugging the wall in hopes of anything.

Then, two tiles scraped together.

In less then a second, you dropped your Stinger and lifted the ground; doing just as Chamber instructed you to do. Once you peeked, Neon shot a concussive blast in your direction, one that was swallowed by the soil that enveloped her within less than a second. Only bits of electricity escaped from the dirt, and the ‘chrysalis’ nearly fell apart once a spark hit your shoulder. You couldn't hold it up for too long either, given how massive it was. 

You watched it crumble, and only one idea came to mind.

Twisting your hands, the dirt began slowly rotating alongside your movements. And as you picked up speed, so did the chrysalis, until it began rapidly swirling around her and unintentionally wreaking havoc on the environment around it. 

This helped elevate some of the weight, but not too much.

‘I can’t hold this!’

You shouted over the radio, your arms shaking from the weight. And nothing relieved you more than the voice of the Frenchman.

‘I see it, is she inside?’

‘Yes!’

‘Make it smaller, inch by inch. Keep spinning it.’

As the loud wind filled your ears, it became more and more difficult to hear him. But you mindlessly obeyed and began dropping clumps and clumps of the soil, the chrysalis growing more constricted as it rapidly spun in place.

Chamber made his way towards it once it grew small enough to allow him an entrance, but still kept a safe distance between them. Just because the soil was a poor conductor doesn’t mean the electricity just disappeared; corrosion still existed. But god, was the sight hypnotising. The very idea of Neon being trapped within like prey helplessly swarmed by an army of ants, it was like art to him. ‘Avant-garde’ is what he’d prefer to call it.

Swirling the chrysalis was a contingency he’d never even thought about. But seeing it in action? He fell in love with the concept. And if there was less space between her and the dirt, there was a high chance the rapid speed would start tearing her skin off if it even grazed against her.

“Que ç'est beau.” <How beautiful.>

He murmured to himself.

Ah, but he was getting carried away. He unmuted the radio and snapped himself out of his trance. 

‘Drop it.’

Just as you obeyed, a loud bang echoed throughout the area, then a thud.

Chamber’s pupils dilated as he watched Neon’s corpse fall to the ground, crimson fluid escaping the hole in her head and seeping into the dirt. 

Then, the spike dropped.

His Headhunter disappeared with a flick of his wrist.

‘Bravo, A/N. What great potential you have. Such a shame nobody… taught you.’

As he spoke, he heard another thud from behind him, looking over to find your only hand, on the ground, fingers peeking through the doorway. Seems like you fainted too.

He walked up to your body and easily carried you with both arms. It was a given, considering your strength was naught compared to his. And for the next few seconds, he stared at your tired face. Sweat dripped down your chin, and your hair now incredibly messy; the braid unrecognisable.

He smiled to himself, almost as if he was belittling you in your coma.

If he couldn’t extort them for anything useful, Chamber would rank everyone mostly based on how much entertainment he could derive from them. And today, your powers amused him to an exceptional degree. How you scattered them like headless chickens before mercilessly crushing them. The icing on the cake being that you were under his authority the whole time.

It was just too easy.

‘Chamber, A/N, where the hell are you two?!’

Brimstone called out through the radio, only now noticing your disappearance. The noise back on A site had completely stopped a while ago, aside from the chatter of his colleagues. And he couldn’t hold back a smile as he unmuted.

‘Relax, Brimstone. The spike is with us. You have nothing to worry about.’

He carried you over his shoulder and turned towards said bomb, running today's events through his head with each step. Mostly the mirrors' slow deaths, but I digress.

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Your eyelids were weakly lifted, and you used your hand to shield your face from the strong lights above you. It took a few seconds for your hearing to catch up, muffled noises slowly morphing into familiar voices. And that’s not to consider the raging headache you currently had. Sage’s words became more obvious, and you slowly caught on that you were laying down on a hospital cot in the infirmary, which explained many things. No wonder the lightbulbs hurt like hell.

“...stabilising. Yes, she’s fine. She’s awake.”

Then, beeping. And you easily deduced it was from the heart monitor hooked up right next to you. You sat up and looked to your right, finding Sage who stood there alongside Jett and Raze. But just as you opened your mouth to speak, they pulled you into a tight hug, suffocating you.

“Oh my god, we thought you died!”

“I’m– I’m fine–”

“You should’ve seen your face when Chamber brought you back, A/N! You looked so pale!”

You pat their backs, struggling to breathe. Noticing this, Sage couldn’t help but politely laugh and usher them to break the embrace. They promptly complied, but not without Jett grabbing your shoulders angrily.

“Next time, don’t you dare split away from us! What will we ever do without our group baby?!”

You laughed, pushing her away.

“Even if I die, Sage can just res us, chill out!”

You looked at all three women with a smile, before something perked up in your mind. You quickly met Sage’s gaze.

“Where’s Chamber?”

“Chamber? He’s… I– I can’t recall where exactly. Would you like me to bring him over?”

“Yeah, yeah. I need to talk to him pronto.”

She nodded, stepping out of the room. Just like your friends, she was caught off guard by your sudden mention of him.

“Woah, hey, what the heck happened?”

You shook your head.

“I just gotta talk to him. He’s… uh, I forgot to tell him something important… about today.”

They both raised an eyebrow at this lie. But considering your frail state, even after Sage worked on healing you, they decided it was best to simply nod and go along.

And thus, they decided to accompany you for the remaining few minutes they had with you until the Frenchman would arrive. What weirded you out was why he wasn’t here with you. After everything that happened, there’s no way he could just leave you in the dust and leave, right? Nevertheless, you waited. And the more time ticked by, the more dread you felt as you remembered Neon, Sova and the rest. Though you couldn’t see her within the dirt you trapped her in, you could still feel the elongated terror you inflicted upon her before she was killed.

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The door swung open, all of your eyes landing on the tall silhouette that stood in the doorway. The light glimmered off of the tattoos, the only visible features on him despite the darkness that enveloped him.

He stepped forward, smiling.

“Good evening.”

He called out and walked towards you, your friends making way for him and both returning his greeting. But instead of leaving, they looked towards you for confirmation. And you simply nodded, allowing them to leave and slam the door shut, leaving you alone with him.

“Hey, where were you?”

“Brimstone took me in for questioning about your state.”

“Really? Wait, I can talk to him–”

You went to get up from the bed, but he quickly placed a hand on your shoulder and forced you to sit back down.

“Take it easy, ma chérie. You still have to rest.”

Yes, right. The ‘work’ that weakened you. The entire reason you called him over in the first place. 

You went to ask, but the words got stuck in your throat once he turned you to your side, sliding off the hair tie that held up your messy ‘braid’ together.

“You did a good job today, A/N. Impressive, even.”

You winced once you felt him open up the braid, letting your auburn hair come loose. 

“Good job? I don’t know about this...”

“Is something the matter?”

Then, his fingers ran through the locks of your hair. And you couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of unease, remembering the mission all over again.

“Chamber, I don’t want to kill anyone with my powers! I buried two today, and Neon got suffocated in that ball before you shot her! I don’t want to do anything like that again!”

“I see. So, you do not wish to cause harm?”

“Not like that. If I'm gonna kill someone, I don’t want to make them suffer.”

It should be a given, right? Though you were going off of your natural empathy, It probably violated the Geneva convention, to torture someone before killing them. If anyone here even bothered to take a look at that. Didn’t Neon fake a surrender once? But from the looks of things, it seemed like Chamber was one of the ones who had the convention’s rules memorised like the back of his hand. And it wasn’t for a virtuous reason.

“You worry about nothing, ma chérie, they most likely died once the soil fell on them. Head trauma is not to be taken lightly.”

“I guess, but what about Neon?”

“Please. You hardly did anything. When it comes to pain, I believe your abilities are less debilitating than the others.”

You paused.

“What does that mean?”

“Being burned alive is no easy way to go either, A/N. And yet, Phoenix is one of your dear friends, non?”

His hands worked on smoothing out your hair, untangling it.

“And Raze seldom hides her excitement when she tosses around explosions. How many did she maim with her bombs? I can only imagine their pain before Sage helped them.”

He began dividing your hair into three sections, each one intertwined between his fingers. Then, he began braiding.

“Not to mention Reyna, who outright takes joy in what she does. And Viper, and Breach, and Yoru, and…”

“Okay, okay, I get it!”

He chuckled. Both of you knew that you were now completely cornered. Behind your back, Chamber scrutinised you like a lab rat. Not a single hint of humanity behind those dead eyes. The dead eyes you thankfully had no clue of. Or anybody, for that matter.

“I simply find your concerns silly, A/N. However, if you wish to go back to building walls, then who am I to stop you?”

Chamber spent the next few seconds braiding the last remaining portion of your hair, before bringing all of them together at the end and tying it all with your hair tie. Once he let go, he gently ran his fingers through it. And as expected, no imperfections in his work were found. Though, admittedly, he considered himself rusty when it came to styling hair, so this was a pleasant surprise.

He knew he left your mental state in turmoil, rapidly working to decide whether or not you wanted to go down the path he offered, or work around as a glorified wall building maid in the battlefield. Between causing destruction your mental state could hardly handle, or being incredibly passive. It seemed like there was no balance.

“This was fun, but I must get going.”

“Wait, Chamber!”

You called out and stopped him in his tracks, quickly turning to look at him. Though, by now, his back faced you. And he waited for you to continue. Nervously, you held your fixed braid with both hands, playing with it.

“Still up for, uh, being my boss?”

Juxtaposed to your insecure smile, Chamber’s was full of confidence the moment those words left your mouth.

Perfect. 

Just like all of the others, you crawled back to him. How could he not be pleased? And with a sense of triumph even you could see exuded from him, he walked towards you and patted your shoulder twice, the same way a proud father would.

“Certainly.”

[ahummingbirdwitch]

can i get a very horny and desperate cypher x fem!reader at a party setting in val HQ with him jealous and stuff, veryyyy nsfw please! 🙏🙏🙏🙏 thank you ❣️

Hell yes. I LOVE me some jealous Cypher 😈

SURPRISE SURPRISE, this one is super long because I got, um... a little carried away...

Jealous Jealous Jealous (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: There's a party at Valorant HQ and Cypher isn't as attentive a boyfriend as he should be. If he wants to make it up to you, he's gonna have to work for it...

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: p in v sex, vaginal fingering, unsafe sex, creampie

Notes: THIS ENDED UP BEING SO MUCH LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AND I AM POSTING THIS AT 3:36AM

Cypher didn’t do parties, and neither did Valorant. Not really, anyway.

There were little soirees here and there, small team events and even the occasional birthday celebration in the common room, but never full-out parties. Typically, if agents wanted a party, they’d have one outside of HQ. It wasn’t exactly a prime location for having fun.

Tonight, though, there was a party, and it had explicitly been called such. You’d approached him about it the other day, explaining that it had something to do with the newest agent, Clove; apparently the young Scot had decided to throw one as a way of getting to know the other agents, and Brim, oddly enough, had agreed to let them use one of the spare rooms for the event. Perhaps he’d become desperate to boost morale lately.

You’d spoken eagerly of attending the party, but Cypher had been less enthusiastic. He’d already gathered enough information about Clove—having done his research long before they’d even arrived at HQ—and he was far too busy working on his latest device. Besides, he figured practically no one would show up. With so many agents occupied and scattered across the globe, Clove would be lucky to have even a quarter of the protocol in attendance.

“You have fun, my dear,” he’d told you earlier that evening. “Do tell me how it goes.”

“Guess I will,” you’d responded, letting out a soft sigh just before leaving the room. He’d returned to his gadgets shortly after, content to spend the rest of the night working away. He’d keep an eye on you, of course. He always did. He had never really enjoyed parties much anyway; he would only hold you back.

Cypher had expected to have an uneventful evening, watching his cameras in between tinkering, but instead, he found himself lurking in the corner of the event room, eyeing you from a distance with a fiery sharpness in his chest.

The party had turned out to be busy after all—shockingly so, with nearly half the protocol present—and he’d watched you flit around all night from his room, happy as a clam as you mingled with the other agents. His interest had grown over the last several hours, seeing you laugh and dance and twirl around in the pretty little dress you’d decided to wear, and finally, it had become too much for him to handle. He’d been an absolute idiot. He needed to come down there now and spend time with you.

And so he had come to see you, entering silently and keeping to the darker corners of the room to not draw too much attention to himself, but when he’d caught sight of you, his stomach had twisted. You were off to one side of the room, talking to Chamber, and that smug bastard was looking at you like the latest designer watch.

Cypher was frozen in place for a good minute, steaming like a tea kettle at boiling point. Of course you weren’t flirting with him—you wouldn’t. But Chamber was a dog masquerading as a gentleman, and he would flirt with you.

He didn’t get to look at you like that. No one got to look at you like that.

It took him a moment to rein himself in—ensuring he wouldn’t wring the Frenchman’s neck as soon as he got over there—but Cypher was quick to start moving, marching across the room towards the two of you. He was in such a rush, he barely noticed Killjoy shooting him a friendly greeting as he passed.

You spotted him as he approached, turning to look at him with round, surprised eyes. “Am—Cypher!” you said, cutting off Chamber, who had been talking. “You’re—here. I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

Cypher came to a halt right in front of you, not hesitating to take your hands in his and pull you closer to him. “Of course,” he said, pointedly ignoring Chamber’s presence. “I wouldn’t miss it, my love.”

You blinked at him, looking almost pleasantly stunned, color creeping into your cheeks. He almost never called you any pet names around others—let alone that one—but he was feeling rather different tonight. Bolder. Territorial.

Chamber cleared his throat. “Ah, Cypher,” he drawled. “So nice of you to join us, monsieur. We were just having a little chat.”

Cypher tightened his grasp on your hands ever so slightly, working to keep his anger in check. “Is that so?” he asked coldly. “What kind of chat?”

Chamber chuckled. “Why, we were just talking about you, actually,” he said. “I was wondering why you had decided not to come. I had believed the two of you were an item, so I was quite surprised to find my friend alone this evening.”

Cypher gritted his teeth. She is my girlfriend, and you are not her friend. She’s your coworker and nothing more! “We are together,” he growled. “And I had— tasks to attend to. But I am here now. That is all that matters.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Chamber responded with a smirk. “Take good care of your petite amie, my friend. It’s quite rude to leave a lady unattended.”

Cypher bristled, wanting nothing more than to punch the other agent right in his stupid glasses, but Chamber was already turning and heading away. Your voice broke him out of his trance. “Amir. You’re hurting me.”

Cypher came to his senses, letting go of your hands. “Shit. I’m—I’m sorry, dear,” he said hurriedly.

“What was that all about?” you asked, concerned. “You seem—agitated.”

Cypher hesitated, suddenly feeling very awkward. He’d only just gotten to the party, and he’d already worked himself up. He needed to focus. He was here to be with you, and have fun. “It’s—nothing,” he replied. “I just—wanted to see you, dear. Right away.”

You weren’t convinced. “Were you… jealous, just now?” you pressed, furrowing your brows. “Of Chamber?”

Cypher did not answer right away, knowing that if he answered “yes,” he would sound like even more of an imbecile than he already felt. “Well, he—he was clearly hitting on you,” he protested.

“Yeah, I got that,” you said flatly. “I’ve been here long enough, Cypher. I know he’s a jackass. I was just about to get rid of him before you showed up.”

Cypher’s heart sank. Perhaps you hadn’t meant it, but you’d called him Cypher instead of his real name. He looked away slightly, shame clawing at him, but his fury from before had not fully dissipated. He knew he’d acted rashly by barging in, but how could he not have? “If you were uncomfortable, then I’m glad I intervened,” he asserted. “I will not stand for that. I will not let him prey on you.”

“Like I’m a piece of meat?” you said, unimpressed. “I can handle a conversation on my own, thank you. Like I can handle most things. You were certainly fine letting me go to the party by myself tonight.”

Burning guilt rose inside him. He should have been able to tell how disappointed you were when he’d told you he wasn’t going. Of course you’d wanted him to go with you. “I’m—I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, reaching for your hands again. “Please, can we—can we go talk? Somewhere private?”

You pursed your lip, still looking thoroughly annoyed. “I don’t know,” you said, sarcasm in your voice. “I don’t really feel like talking anymore. I think I’d rather dance.”

You started to move towards the dance floor, and he stopped you, extending his hand. “No, wait—dance with me, then,” he insisted. He’d never seen you so irritated; frankly, it was worrying him. He was more than ready to make up for all of this—even if he hadn’t danced in years.

You frowned. “Lots of people here without dance partners,” you said dryly, looking past him. “I’m sure I can find one.”

Cypher stared at you, abashed. You weren’t being serious, were you? You wouldn’t actually dance with someone else—not like that. He looked you up and down, taking in the whole sight of you: your flushed, indignant expression, your pouting mouth, your dress that hugged your body in all the right places—and all at once, his dismay turned to something else—something harder, angrier . Clearly, you were hurt, but surely this—giving him the cold shoulder, threatening to let someone else dance with you, have you to themself—was unnecessary. Cruel, even. He’d already spent most of the night without you, and now that he was here, you were threatening to spend it with someone else?

He was at fault, here, yes, but didn’t he get at least a second to talk to you?

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed you by the wrist, keeping you from getting away. “Come with me,” he ordered. “ Now. ”

You glared at him, fire in your eyes. “What are you doing?” you demanded.

He didn’t answer you, already pulling you towards the exit by the wrist. He dragged you past several agents—many of whom cast baffled glances your way—leading you out of the room and into the hall as you made indignant sounds of protest. At the end of the hall, he pushed you into a secluded corner, pinning you up against the wall.

Cypher held you back by your wrists, making you squeak when he shoved his leg between your thighs. “Give me a minute,” he hissed, “to make it up to you.”

Your eyes were wide, your lips parted in shock and your face vibrant red—from anger, or something else, or both, he couldn’t be sure yet. “What are you doing? ” you asked him again, sounding more confused than upset.

Cypher released your wrists for a moment, just long enough to remove his mask and pull up his undercovering above his mouth. Once he’d set his mask aside, he was upon you again, pressing wet kisses up the length of your neck, his hands keeping you in place. He felt like he was on fire, his body too hot, all his emotions rising to the surface like flames. “I was a fool,” he breathed, kissing your ear before taking it gently between his teeth. “Forgive me, sokar. Please.”

He sucked on your ear, and the hushed moan he drew out of you sent a delighted shiver through him. You bit your lip, as if trying to stifle yourself, but you weren’t fighting him—not even a little. “You’re just—just jealous,” you mumbled.

He felt a sharp pang of shame again. “It’s true I got jealous,” he confessed softly, kissing the underside of your jaw. “I—I wanted to burn him just for looking at you. But—can you blame me, my love?” He let go of one of your wrists, using his free hand to feel the curve of your hip. “You’re so beautiful. How could I not want you all to myself?”

You shuddered slightly, still not resisting him. “Y-You—” you started to say, only to break off into a half-moan when he licked a stripe up your neck. “You didn’t—even notice that I was upset. Earlier…”

Cypher kissed your cheek, his hand moving down to grip your thigh. “I know,” he murmured, every inch of him aching with need—need for you, a need to make you feel good again. “I know, sweetheart. I should have listened. I should have come with you.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Please forgive me, zouina. I’ll do anything for you.”

His hand wandered under the hem of your dress, making its way between your legs, and you let him. He found your panties easily, using two fingers to trace the outside of the fabric, and he nearly cursed aloud at how wet he found it. You let out the softest of whimpers when he made contact, and his cock hardened in his pants. You might not have forgiven him yet, not with words, but you wanted him. And he meant it when he’d said he’d do anything for you.

He caressed you through your panties, making sure to swipe over the sensitive bud at the top. “Let me touch you, kitten,” he coaxed into your ear. “You have my attention now—all of it. Let me take care of you.”

You said nothing for a heartbeat, soundless except for the short little breaths coming out through your mouth, but then, without speaking, you gave him your answer. You closed your eyes and moved your body ever so slightly forward, pressing yourself harder against his fingers. You’d relaxed completely against the wall, still and pliant with your arms up of your own accord.

That was all the permission he needed. Cypher swiftly removed his glove, then slipped one finger under your panties, easily finding your soaked entrance and plunging in. You whined at the penetration, and he took advantage of your open mouth, capturing your lips with his. You moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips as you chased the movement of his finger, and he sucked on your tongue, painfully aware of how much harder he was getting by the second.

“So lovely,” he whispered in between kisses, pumping his finger in and out of you. You were so wet, he could hear you. “My gorgeous girl. I’m yours tonight—all yours.”

You whimpered in response, clawing at the back of his head, losing yourself to the pleasure. He teased your clit with his thumb, and you jerked against him, nipping fiercely at his lower lip. You’d given in to him by now, but that didn’t mean all of your fire from before was gone completely. “Fuck me,” you gasped, breathing harshly. “Right now.”

Your wish was his command. Cypher wrenched his finger from you, then ripped your panties clean off, too desperate for once to care about manners; judging by your lack of reaction to the act, you felt the same. He wasted no time yanking his pants down and freeing his cock, already at full hardness, and used both hands to lift your dress up above your thighs. When he brought his cock to your entrance, testing your opening with his swollen head, he found you more than ready for him, slick and pulsing. He claimed your mouth again as he pushed inside of you, gripping your hips and driving himself in as deep as he could go.

The kiss was rough and messy, and so was the way he fucked you. Cypher pounded into you greedily, relentlessly, needing you, needing your sweet satin walls sucking the life out of him and making him forget how much of an idiot he’d been tonight. He tasted your tongue and swallowed your moans, bruising your thighs as he gave you what you’d demanded from him. He would gladly give his all, give you everything if it meant making you happy again.

He had no idea how much time had passed, but at some point you broke free of the kiss to murmur, as if realizing something, “The—the cameras—”

“I’ll erase the footage,” he panted, stealing your lips back. None of that mattered. Nothing mattered except the two of you right now. His cock was inside you, and it was about to burst.

You seemed to sense it. “Amir,” you whined, raking your nails across his skullcap. “Please—I—”

His heart sang. Amir. Not Cypher. Fuck, he was so close. He wanted to fill your perfect cunt, pump it so full of cum you forgot everything else. He reached down between the two of you and found your clit again, determined to make you feel as good as he was about to. “I love you,” he choked out. “I love you, sokar, cum for me—”

Just a few calculated strokes and you were suddenly there, spasming around his cock and milking him for all he was worth. He moaned helplessly into your mouth as he came, your long wail of pleasure ringing in his ears.

It felt like a lifetime before he could finally think again, the blood rushing back to his brain. Cypher relaxed his grip on your hips and leaned forward, still inside of you, resting his forehead on yours. After a moment, he dared to look into your eyes. Now that you’d been satisfied, were you still angry with him? Had he made up for tonight? Or had he just made everything worse?

To his relief, you held his gaze, and a tiny, weary smile began to form on your face. “Alright,” you said with a sigh. “I forgive you.”

[shiyorin]

I just want to preface this request with the information that these are not two separate requests. I just wanted to give you some options to choose from so that you could choose the one that most interesting to you and seems like it would be fun to write about

Now my understanding is limited as I’ve only had the wiki as a source of information, but I tried to come up with some interesting ideas for these character with what I was working with. Because of what little I’ve read and seen of them they are great characters.

So there are two ideas, one for Thiel and one for Gavriel

So for the first one, Thiel. Thiel gets a lot of admonishments from his superiors for his way of doing things and it cause his self esteem to sink a little bit. So maybe a loving session with a female partner who lavishes him in praise is exactly what he needs.

Secondly, Gavriel. Now Gavriel isn’t very aware about the effect his body has on other people, as evidenced by him letting a female remebrancer into his room while scantily claded and not understanding why she was so flustered.

So maybe him interacting with a chapter serf or scribe who becomes increasingly red in the face due to his state of undress and with her explanation why she so flustered around him eventually culminating in sexy times.

#Aeonid Thiel x F!Reader

#Thiel is the best boy!

#PwP, NSFW, comfort sex because he need that, a little femdom!

#Again, I don't have summary.

Aeonid Thiel's chest rises and falls with labored breaths, his muscular frame tense from the rigors of today's battles. Through the dim chamber light, beads of sweat glisten across his physique. As his hardened eyes stare distantly at the ceiling, your petite form drapes atop him, your curves molding to the ridges of his torso.

You nuzzle your cheek against the warm, unyielding plates of his neck, your unruly locks spilling over his skin. Exhaling a stuttered sigh, Thiel relaxes almost imperceptibly under your soothing weight and gentle caresses. Your delicate fingers trace idle patterns along the grooved expanse of his chest, nails lightly raking across the scarred terrain.  

Your hushed murmurs of praise intermingle with the ragged cadence of his breathing. "You are brave today, my sergeant..." You plant a reverent kiss against the column of his throat. "The Emperor himself would be honored by your nobility and valor."

A gruff rumble stirs deep in Thiel's broad chest as your words find their mark. Though his stoic exterior rarely falters, the validation from you holds unfathomable sway over his psyche and body. As if by instinct, his hips give an upward twitch, the thick ridge of his growing arousal grazing your inner thigh.

You let out the faintest moan, grinding yourself against the scorching hardness straining beneath the coarse material of his fatigues. With aching tenderness, your fingers trail down the ridged musculature of his abdomen towards the prodigious bulge, so immense it could likely stint your tiny wrists.

"You deserve more  than that..." You coos against the fevered skin of his neck, your hot breath sending delicious shivers cascading down Thiel's body. 

Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his trousers, you tug them lower with deliberation until his gargantuan cock springs free in all its pulsing glory. A pearlescent bead of pre-seed glistens at the slit of the flared head.

Unable to fully encircle the monstrous girth with your petite digits, you settle for skimming your palms over the searing hot length with featherlight caresses. Thiel can't stifle the guttural groan that wrenches itself from somewhere primal and untamed within his core.

"Shhh..." You murmur against Thiel's navel as he starts, a guttural groan rumbling through his chest. "That's my good boy. I've got you."

You engulf the first few inches in your hands, feeling the ravenous heat radiating from that titanic shaft. Slowly you begin pumping in languid, twisting strokes, coaxing more of that slick nectar from its woefully neglected depths.

Thiel's breath hitches, ribs swelling against your body as you glide along that slippery, pulsing flesh. Try as he might, his self-control is a corded sinew stretched far too taut...

With a strangled gasp, his hips stutter and that huge cock erupts in your pumping caresses. Thick ropes of viscous seed come gushing forth, scalding jets that paint your hands and arms with lurid stripes of cream. Spurt after spurt, Thiel's long-withheld climax crashes over him in thunderous waves of ecstasy.

Abruptly, you can feel him tense in a paroxysm of embarrassment, his face flushing as he recoils from the aftermath of his rapture.

"No no, my love." You soothe, slick palms cradling his cheeks. "This pleasure is yours to indulge, without shame..." 

Trailing glistening fingers down his heaving torso, you gather more of the still-oozing pearls dribbling from his tip.

"You are doing your best..."

With those words, you smear the fresh offering of his essence across Thiel's lips, leaving them slick and glistening with his own spend.

"Breathe into it, take your rapture into yourself. That's it..." You said, watching his eyes flutter at the musky taste. "Good boy... now relax... and let everything for me."

[sanajeh1909]

Professionally Yours Personally Mine

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader

Word Count : 2404

Warnings : Rivalry themes (enemies to lovers without being lovers part i guess?), romantic tension

POV : 3rd Person (More like Chamber's POV but i tried to give both sides inner thoughts etc.)

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. Please do tell if there is any mistakes or off talks/writings on the scenario. I wrote less for Y/N to not restrict your actions and focusing on Chamber for you to imagine with detailed descriptions. Whoever taught me OneLook page, i love you. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it. If you like this i might write part two or something.

Been long time, huh...

Chamber stopped mid-speech, his eyes narrowing onto the source of the sound. A woman stood across from him who he'd recognized as Y/N, one of his former colleagues from Kingdom Industries… one of his biggest obstacles.

He stood there, arms folded, waiting for the woman to speak. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her.

With crossed arms over her chest, she approaches and speaks. Her tone is dripped in confidence. I didn't expect you to join Valorant Protocol.

He raised an eyebrow, the hint of irritation in his voice. Of course, she couldn't just let that one little flaw go without bringing it up.

You know… this new agency has been a welcome change. I appreciate their appreciation of aesthetics, unlike that… corporation you still work for.

She smirks and stands in front of him. Confident and sharp as always. Who said im working for them? And what do you think am i doing in the middle of the VALORANT PROTOCOL? Surely they don't let in anyone here.

Chamber's eyes widened with surprise. He could not believe these words were coming out of her mouth, let alone that SHE, of all people, knew more than him - someone who actively works for the organization. He couldn't contain his shock. His mind was reeling. His mouth ran on autopilot, trying to find the correct words to say, when he finally found the right one… he spoke.

… pardon?

She chuckles with amusement. Its my duty to give you a warm welcome, no? Taking a deep breath, she raises her chin up slightly with a small smirk on her lips. Welcome to the VALORANT PROTOCOL.

He tried to remain indifferent to the situation. Of course, he knew the woman across from him was capable of doing… well, anything… but to think she had joined the Protocol made no sense. How?

He searched for a response.

"W-wait a minute. Why are you here?"

Im working here. Pouting her lips with sarcastic manner yet the smirk playing on the corner of her lips were giving away that she wasn't pouting out of annoyance, instead she is toying with him.

"Working…"

That wasn't the response he was looking for or expecting. Was she teasing him? Was she just… here now? Or was she actually here to work… he couldn't be sure. He was trying to avoid it but his curiosity was creeping in.

Doing what?

Saving the world. Serious yet sarcastic tone and that damned playful pout on her lips… He rolled his eyes. She couldn't be that facetious, right? This was Y/N. Her sarcasm and teasing was a known trait.

But that last statement, he couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not. Was she genuinely saving the world or had she just… decided to join and he's just now hearing about it?

Saving the world, right. Like that's why you're here.

A small click sound of her tongue and she walks away, anooyed by his nonserious reply. Guess whose rivalry is going even after working in Kingdom...

Chamber was in disbelief. Her quitting? Her being here? She just up and quit? Why??

He followed her, of course. He grabbed her arm and stopped before she could go far. His curiosity was too much to handle and he had to know what she meant.

You quit? You're working here full time now? You, of all people, would join VALORANT just like that?

Oh, why not? You know me better than other people that i would do such thing. She narrows her eyes as if spitting venom, but then smiles with a smirk, a confident and cocky one.

Chamber's mouth twitched. Damn it. She got him. She really did.

The idea was crazy to begin with. Was this what she did after she quit Kingdom? Why didn't he find out sooner? Hell, why wasn't he just the one to recruit her to VALORANT?

So… you're not teasing? You really are working here? Why?

You should know it already.

His mouth slightly opened at her response. Did she really just tell him to figure it themselves? The level of sass… he was trying his hardest not to show how cute she looked when she got snippy… he failed.

That's vague…

He was still trying to figure out why she joined. Had she really joined or was she just here to be a nuisance? He decided to play a game.

Does the Protocol have better insurance benefits than Kingdom, or something? Is that why?

She lets out an amused chuckle. Is that why you quit Kingdom Industries? She turns the question back at him without answering.

His eyes widened with feigned surprise. Damn it. Damn it. Damn her. She was good. She was doing a damn good job of annoying him. She didn't answer the question. This woman could never give a straight answer when it mattered... She had him there. Damn it.

He stayed silent for a moment, processing everything she had said. This game… this game was going back and forth… and for each and every one of his moves, she would retort. He might as well have played checkers against himself. He needed to change the game.

No, I left because of the creative restraints they placed on me. They couldn't handle how good I was at designing.

Is that the only reason why you quit? I think there is more than that. Her voice tone slightly dropping and her voice is like a velvet, as if trying to seduce him to talk more.

Damn it! She was good. But… she had a… was she trying to get him to reveal more… personal details? What the hell was going on…

That voice… that seductive tone… it was the same one she used for every office romance she found herself in. Her eyes never left his. That stare could penetrate skin, flesh, bone… right down to his soul. He couldn't think of anything else but her. Every single thought in his head… it was just her. Just her. Just her.

He shook his head. No, it is not the only reason. Is this an interrogation? Do I have to share something more personal? Is me not wanting to work for a company who only wants my talents and not also my creativity… is that not enough?

Oh, im simply curious. She says with half seriousness and half playfulness. I know you for almost a decade… Its just your reason… She thinks her words with a small pause, slightly pouting as if preparing herself for the amusement she would feel after seeing his reaction …doesnt tick with your personality.

…what… does that mean?

Oh you know what i mean. Her pout slowly turns into a small smirk.

Goddamn her. She knew exactly what she was doing. He was almost sure of it. That smirk, that little confident smile. She didn't even need to play mind games; she could flirt the information she wanted out of him with nothing but a smirk.

He was annoyed. At himself and the situation. And especially at her.

…stop.

She gets close and stare deep in his eyes. Her eyes slightly widens, as if a snake approaching its prey. She speaks in low, slow, seductive yet dangerous, obviously taunting tone. …Are you being seduced?

Her presence was suddenly filling his personal space. Her tone had dropped to dangerously provocative. She was doing it on purpose. She was pushing the limits between playful banter, rivalry, and something deeper… He felt his heart rate increase. Her eyes and her proximity were making him agitated but… they were also having a different affect now.

His eyes widened as the distance began closing. Was this flirting?Was this… that feeling where he didn't know what he should say or even react? Oh… this was… this was new.

…is that what you're attempting?

She pouts for a brief moment as if disagreeing with her own words. I might be.

He gulped. Her pout had thrown him off. He was lost for words. So lost he nearly said something stupid. How was she this good at this? Was it practice? Was she just… naturally… like… this?

His blood boiled with a mix of passion and annoyance.

This was too much. She knew exactly what her words meant. She knew what she had done. She knew she was in control. And now she was taunting him for his lack of response.

He couldn't handle this woman. She was too smart, too cunning. She was playing at his emotions and he couldn't handle it. She was going to win if he didn't retaliate. He had to find some way to pull her off balance. He'd been the victor too many times, and he was tired of her getting the best of him. She had a power over him that he couldn't figure out how to control. It was like a spell.

Why are you acting like this? Stop. Teasing…

What if i dont? She raises an eyebrow as if provocating him to go further so she can make her own blow. Looking deeply in his eyes, her eyes are slightly widened with sadistic intentions.

For a few moments, he was lost in her aura. Her eyes were like two black holes, sucking him in and holding him there. Her look was almost inviting him to come closer to her. He could almost see her smiling a devilish smile, her lips inching closer to his ear until… he snapped out of it.

He wasn't about to be drawn into her trap. Not this time.

Your game's getting predictable, Y/N.

And you are falling for it.

He scoffed.

Falling? Falling?! You are a few steps behind me, my dear. Don't underestimate me. I'm not the fool you used to have the upper hand to. I have learned. I know how you operate now. I know all your tricks. Every single one.

Her lips curls into a smile, a creepy one. Something is hidden behind it, plotting something behind it. Constricted pupils of hers are staring into his amber ones. Her tone drops, speaking in quiet, soft tone yet dangerous, velvet-like... Why dont you behave like you know them, then?

They weren't just playing anymore. Things were getting real now, and the question now was how far would she go? Would she kiss him? Or would she try to kill him? He had absolutely no idea.

His eyes met hers, his lips curling into a smirk as he replied, his voice getting an extra bit of confidence and bravado.

I believe this game you're trying to play won't work if I call out all of your next moves. You and I both know how this works, yes? Let me guess… you're going to try and make a move to get a closer look at my eyes, or, say something that's provocative and get me to get defensive. You could even try to get within arms reach of me and lean in to whisper something seductive in my ear to try and throw me off. Right?

Hmm, maybe. She pouts slightly with a smile.

He chuckled. She was just too damn cunning. His smirk grew into a smile, his body language more relaxed.

Or you could go for my mouth right away, too. We both know you want to.

Oh thats not what i was asking for. But i might. Half joking, half serious with a damned smile mixed with a smirk and narrowed eyes... Her voice tone dropped low and heavy.

His eyebrow once again raised. He was caught off guard by her candor and bluntness. Had she gotten more confident or just… cocky? He was beginning to think it was the latter. His smirk grew larger as he responded with some confidence of his own and arrogance, but not enough that it seemed fake.

We both know you'd never…

We will see.

Again, he snickered and couldn't help but smile. There were sparks flying between them that even the most oblivious person could feel. The banter was flying in, the playful teasing back and forth. What exactly was this? Why was this flirting so exciting? Why him and her when she was such a rival to him. It was weird.

His eyes met her eyes, both staring into each others with such intensity. Their faces were close now, only about four inches away. Her mouth began moving towards his.

Only about an inch of space between them she stops, and she whispers but her tone isnt soft. The corner of her lips curled into a devilish smile You will be my pawn.

His breath was caught in his throat as she spoke for his ears to hear. Her lips were close to his, her eyes narrowed, her smile diabolical. His muscles tensed under the intensity of her aura.

Her tone was not simply playful and teasing but also… dominant. Aggressive. Almost predatorial. She wanted to win everything between them. He hadn't anticipated her whisper to be so… provocative. Why did his heart not even feel as if he was in control anymore? It was beating of its own accord. It was almost like… she was controlling it herself.

She pulls herself back and a laugh escapes her throat with a smile. She takes several steps back in amusement as if she won the little banter they had between them. Then she turns on her heels and walk away. The victory is written on her walk, as if a Queen killed half of the prisoners. She laughs loudly and her voice echoes on the corridor as she disappears from his sight.

He could do nothing but watch. She had won yet again. He was outmaneuvered. She had taken the last laugh. He'd seen his worst fears realized as she'd taken the upper hand. She knew how he felt about her, she knew the impact she had on him, and she used it to her full advantage.

Was she truly… that manipulative and cunning? Was there a weakness to it? Maybe not a weakness, but would she let herself get caught in her own game like he just did? He didn't know, but this only intrigued him more.

What just happened? If it were anyone else he wouldn't think twice, but he and Y/N were rivals. They were supposed to hate each other. Instead, they were flirting, they were seducing each other.

Was there something genuine here? It was impossible. She was his number one rival…

[2kiran]

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[matchaxberries]

Last updated 10/9/24

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[metize]

I Can Buy For You, My Treat! - Chamber x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Kinktober, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Dom Chamber, Reader-Insert, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Chamber has a sugar daddy moment, that's it that's the fic, Aftercare, Reader is a VP Agent, References to Canon, relatively fluffy, Fluff and Smut

Summary:

Kinktober day 3: Praise Kink

“Thanks Chamber, I owe you one.”

“Nonsense, darling, you are in no way indebted to me.” He got his phone from the table and pressed it against the screen. A couple of blinks and the transaction was complete. You wondered how it must feel to have enough money that you can buy things without checking the price tag. Your wondering is interrupted by his sultry voice. “But if you insist I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”

Again with the flirting, you smiled, shaking your head. “You know one day you’ll say these things and I’ll take it seriously. I might even take you up on those suggestions.”

“And what’s keeping you from taking me seriously?” He spun your chair around to make you face him, his face now inches away from yours. Your face was burning, you didn’t dare breathe and as you looked in his eyes you couldn’t think of a single reason.

Notes:

This fic has been in the works for ages. I know I say this all the time, but this one even had cobwebs on it. So here, have sugar daddy Chamber buying you a skin.

Work Text:

It was a quiet evening in the Valorant Protocol HQ for once, you were relaxing in the lounge after the day’s training. You had your laptop open on the table, scrolling idly through the VP’s weapon manufacturer’s website. You had your eye on some decal overlays, getting bored with your old matte black Vandal.

“Ah… You’re still up, chérie?” You hear the low tone and french accent coming from behind you.

“Chamber? Hi… yeah…” You spare him a glance before looking back at the screen.

Chamber was a fun type of insufferable. He was a hopeless flirt, confident and charming in a way that was somehow both ridiculous and endearing. He was hot enough to get away with it, you decided.

Wait. What was he wearing? You had to check again.

You couldn’t help but double take when you looked at the man who was starting up the coffee machine. He was wearing a black robe with intricate gold accents and… that was it. Was he naked under that? You could see a little bit of his chest… You blushed furiously, looking at your screen again to distract yourself, he wasn’t making a big deal out of it, so you shouldn’t either. 

“Y-yeah… Uh, just window shopping a little, haha…” You offer him a shy smile forcing your gaze to stay on his face. “It’s a bit late for coffee, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes… I just had a spark of inspiration before bed and I don’t think I can sleep until I finish designing it.” He poured water into the machine “I suppose we’re both losing sleep over guns, how fitting.” He pressed the start button and the machine started working, you smiled at him and looked at the storefront again.

“Wait a second… Is that? Oh my god.” You said in disbelief as you saw the gun decal on the screen. “The blub blub!”

“The what?” Chamber approached you, leaning over your shoulder, you’d be freaking out if you weren’t so distracted.

“The b- I mean the Neptune Vandal, the sea-themed decal, it was sold out but it’s back in stock!” Your eyes were shining in excitement and Chamber chuckled at your enthusiasm. But you checked the price and your face fell. “Fuck… that price is…” You bit your lip.

“I can buy for you, my treat” He said simply and you looked back at him in shock.

“Chamber! No, I can’t ask you to pay for that.” You blushed suddenly extremely aware of the closeness of his body. His barely clothed body, at that.

“You’re not asking, chérie, I’m offering.” He smirked at you. You looked at your beloved Blub Blub decal, you looked back at Chamber smiling. He could be really sweet when he wanted to, his display of kindness made nothing to quell the fast beating of your heart. You smiled and gave in.

“Thanks Chamber, I owe you one.”

“Nonsense, darling, you are in no way indebted to me.” He got his phone from the table and pressed it against the screen. A couple of blinks and the transaction was complete. You wondered how it must feel to have enough money that you can buy things without checking the price tag. Your wondering is interrupted by his sultry voice. “But if you insist I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”

Again with the flirting, you smiled, shaking your head. “You know one day you’ll say these things and I’ll take it seriously. I might even take you up on those suggestions.”

“And what’s keeping you from taking me seriously?” He spun your chair around to make you face him, his face now inches away from yours. Your face was burning, you didn’t dare breathe and as you looked in his eyes you couldn’t think of a single reason.

-

Chamber barely allowed you to close the door before pinning your body against it. His mouth was on yours, devouring you greedily. He tasted of expensive coffee, rich, strong and bold. You responded in kind, pulling him close, wrapping your arms around his neck. You couldn’t help but moan against his mouth as you felt his hands grope your breasts before slowly wandering down your body and grabbing your ass.

“So easy to rile up, have you been thinking of this? Have you thought of my hands on you like this?” He whispered in your ear and punctuated his question by pulling you closer.

“So well behaved for me… Why don’t you show me how much you appreciate my little gift, hm?” You started walking towards him but he made you stop "Ah-ah, you can do better than that." You tilted your head to the side and he rested his head on one hand, motioning you over with the other. “Crawl to me.”

But sooner than you would like, his touch was gone. He made his way to his desk turning the fancy leather chair around towards you before sitting down and watching you with a predatory gaze.

“Undress for me, chérie” His eyes followed your movements as you made quick work of your clothes. Every layer you discarded further fueling the arousal inside you. As you pulled down your underwear, you felt your face heat up at the helplessness of your situation, completely naked while Chamber watched you.

You felt your face heat up at his request, but your arousal was stronger than your embarrassment, maybe it was even further fueled by it. Your knees gave in by themselves before your brain could even send the signal for them to do so. You should feel embarrassed about how ready you were to debase yourself for this man. Your palms made contact with the floor, you made your way on your hands and knees over the cold wood until you reached Chamber. Your eyes never left his, you would have looked away from shame, but Chamber’s gaze was mesmerizing, he looked at you like you were the most valuable item of his collection. Like you were prized, fragile but so very utterly his. You just couldn’t look away.

Once you reached him you looked up at him from between his legs, he reached to gently caress the top of your head.

“That’s a good girl…” The praise sent shivers down your spine, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You could see a volume in his boxers under his robe, you felt desperate and he had barely touched you at all. You couldn’t keep the impatience off your face as you looked at him, waiting for him to tell you what he wanted from you. You could see his amusement at your desperation, but it didn't stop him from teasing you further. “What’s wrong, chérie, do you want something from me?”

God, he was such a tease.

“Please…” You muttered and he raised an eyebrow. You bit your lip before asking for what you wanted. “Please… l-let me thank you for buying me that gift…”

He chuckled and caressed your hair softly, before undoing the strap of his robe, exposing his bare torso. “Bien sûr… here, love. Show me how grateful you are…” He smirked as he freed his cock from his underwear.

You nodded and took his cock in your hands. He leaned back as he watched you, your eyes looking up at him and catching him sigh in pleasure as you gave him a few slow pumps, licking him from base to tip, before taking him in your mouth. You started bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his tip whenever you pulled out. Chamber groaned above you, his fingers tangled in your hair.

“You’re doing so well for me… How pretty you look on your knees, with your lips wrapped around my cock…” He smirked, his voice was raspy and low, his eyes were dark with lust. “If I knew all it took to make you my good little slut was to just buy you something nice, I would've done so ages ago…”

His words sent arousal straight to your core. You moaned around his cock and bobbed your head faster, you wanted to hear him praise you again. His fingers tightened their hold on your hair. He groaned and threw his head back. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and then he was pulling you off his cock, pushing his chair back. He got up, pulling you up with him.

“Chamber…” you said, your jaw feeling a bit sore as you looked at him. He interrupted you with an intense and passionate kiss, his mouth devouring yours his grip tight on your hips before he pushed you on top of his bed.

The sheets felt expensive against your bare skin, a luxurious embrace that hinted at the meticulous taste of the one occupying this space. The material yielded with a gentle surrender, the fabric, smooth and cool, grounded you to the present as it contrasted with your feverish skin. Chambers' body was soon on top of yours.

He grabbed a hold of your wrists and pinned them down above your head, his other hand cupping your cheek, he pulled away to look into your eyes, the hunger and intensity in his eyes made his expression downright feral.

“Oh, darling I think I want to give just one more gift,” his voice was breathy and your pussy was throbbing with need.

“Please, please, Chamber…”

His grin was wicked and his eyes were hungry. He kissed your neck and reached with his hand to your sex, a small chuckle escaped his lips.

“Oh, my sweet girl, you’re soaking…” He muttered and slipped his fingers inside you, your pussy offering no resistance. You moaned and tried to thrust your hips into his hand but he held down your waist, his grip was tight and you whined with need.

“Chamber…” You pleaded, hoping you didn’t sound as pathetic as you felt.

“I know, I know… You’re so needy for me, chérie… I will give you what you want. Chamber kissed and licked your neck while his fingers slowly worked you open, his thumb caressing your clit slowly.

After what felt like centuries, he pulled his hand away and you couldn't help the whimper that left your mouth at the loss. He chuckled and kissed you again as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You moaned into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, trying to get him to press inside you already. He smiled against your mouth and finally, finally pressed inside you. You sucked in a breath as you felt him burying himself inside, you clawed his back as he bottomed out and then stopped, allowing you to get used to his girth.

You felt so good and so full, you sighed in relief and couldn’t help but clench around him, which earned you a soft grunt from the men above you.

“C-Chamber… please, if you don’t move right now.. I’m going to expl-” You were interrupted by a sharp thrust from him making you moan. “F-fuck…”

Chamber smirked and pulled his hips back only to slam into you again. He set a brutal pace and fucked you senseless. As he pounded you into the mattress he never stopped whispering sweet words into your ear. His voice raspy and dripping with lust as he did so.

“So good, my darling, you're taking me so well… So beautiful for me, letting me do as I please, using you for my pleasure… Taking me so well, my perfect little whore. Such a good girl for me…” Each word coming from his mouth brought you closer and closer to the edge. You whimpered under him, holding him close and breathing heavily.

He reached where your bodies met, rubbing your clit as he fastened his pace making you see stars. It was too much, his voice, his hand, his cock… you were so overwhelmed, all you could do was cling to him and let him wreck you.

"Are you going to come for me? Going to make a mess all over my cock, hm?” He smirked as you nodded eagerly, his face looked downright sinful, his desire catching up to him as well. “Together, chérie… On va jouir ensemble, d’accord? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, god, yes, Chamber…” You wrapped your legs around him and held onto him. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting.

The both of you were reaching your limit and you came first. Your vision going white as your walls tightened around his dick, his name leaving your mouth like a mantra. Chamber’s climax followed after a few moments, his hips stilled and his cock pulsated, you could feel the warmth of his release inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing and you caressed his hair and kissed the side of his face lazily. To see a man of his stature and composure looking like a mess in his post-orgasm haze, it felt insanely intimate.

Chamber sighed and pulled out of you. He retired to the bathroom before returning with a warm wet towel, he smiled at you and sat next to you, cleaning you up carefully, making sure to not hurt you. You sighed contently at his care and closed your eyes.

Once he was done he put the towel away and laid down beside you. He turned to face you, his hand caressing your hip gently.

“You did beautifully, love,” he praised you one more time and you leaned into his embrace.

“Thank you for the gift…” You answered playfully and he chuckled, petting your hair with care.

[chamberonlyfans]

Jealous Chamber

daddy kink

praise kink 

jealous Chamber x f!reader

30/30，每個Valorant特工都能在時限內消滅30個訓練機器人，但你今天怎麼試都無法達到平常的水準，25、20、17、15⋯⋯在靶場花的時間愈多，成績反而愈差。你一邊嘆氣一邊放下手中的左輪，甩甩手掌、旋轉手臂，想讓緊繃的肌肉放鬆一下，有些煩躁地在靶場踱步。

前幾日Sage交代了重要的情蒐任務，你不想搞砸，近日你加重訓練量，鞭策自己必須做到萬無一失，但適得其反。

「啊！」又一次失誤，你憤怒地叫出聲，將耳罩脫下重重地放在檯上，揉著太陽穴想讓自己緩一緩。

“If you're not a good shot today, don't worry. There are other ways to be useful.”

Sova的聲音在你身後響起，你轉身向他打招呼。

「嘿Sova，你也來練槍？」

「來關心你」他伸手拍拍你的肩膀。

「我知道你能做到的，但精準度���心態密不可分，你給自己太多壓力了。」

「也許吧⋯⋯我有點心浮氣躁」

Sova聞言露出溫和的微笑。

「休息是你現在最需要的，相信我。能讓我看看你的手腕嗎？」

你點點頭，Sova輕輕抓起你的手，觀察你的手腕狀況，之後讓你拿起槍檢查你的姿勢。

「恩，動作沒有問題，但我發現你肌肉有些發炎腫脹，這幾天該讓手多休息。」

「謝謝Sova」你感激地微笑。

Sova是經驗老道的獵人，聽從他的建議只有好處。他微微一笑，伸手搭在你肩上正要開口，身後傳來的一聲輕咳打斷了他。

“Impressionnant, this man knows what he is doing”

操著濃厚的法國口音，優雅的法國男人手插口袋倚著門框，如往常般自信張揚的語氣，但今天他上揚的嘴角裡邊，似乎有一絲⋯⋯嘲諷的意味？

「brother，真巧，你也來練槍？」

Sova向他點頭致意，出乎你意料的，Chamber並未直視Sova，也沒有回應他的問題，反而是微笑看著你朝你走來，凝視著你的雙眼數秒後，才慢慢轉頭看向Sova。

「Sova，先前Brimstone請你針對B site做的調查，他要我轉達你，他『現在』想知道進度，你要不要先去找他呢？」

「這樣啊，那我差不多該離開了。Y/N 晚上要不要一起吃飯？我可以幫你看看任務的注意事項」

Sova離開前向你提出晚餐邀約，你還在思考回應時，Chamber倒是先開口了。

「真不巧，但他晚上和我有約了。不用擔心，我會好好照看他的。」

Chamber語氣輕鬆，但眼角毫無笑意，彷彿現在掛在嘴角的微笑非常勉強。

Sova識趣地點頭，轉身離開靶場，頓時偌大的靶場裡只剩你們兩人。

「C-Chamber？」

你聲音有些膽怯，作為他的搭檔有一段時間，別人也許看不出隱藏在那副笑容下的情緒，但你觀察得出來，他現在並不開心。

「他教得很好是嗎？」

「我⋯⋯」

「幫你檢查姿勢、給你建議，不愧是Sova，真是好心，可靠又貼心呢」

Chamber抿脣一笑，但你看得出他並不是真心稱讚。

「他、只是稍微指導了我。」

Chamber拉近與妳的距離，將妳摟入他懷裡，抵著他的胸膛。

「指導需要靠這麼近？牽妳的手，還邀妳吃晚餐？真是無微不至。」

「沒有牽手！他只是在檢查我的手腕罷了」妳反駁，急著向他解釋，但顯然Chamber並不買單。

「Sova這傢伙，根本是刻意在惹怒我」Chamber低語，妳罕見地看到他慍怒的神情，他對待其他特務總是和顏悅色，甚至習慣性地先輸出一頓稱讚再說。他總是掛著笑容，游刃有餘地保持優雅。

「Vincent，怎麼了？」妳目光擔憂。

「我不喜歡他靠妳那麼近，不喜歡他擅自指導我的學生。我看得出來他對妳有好感，這我不怪他，畢竟我的小貓這麼有魅力，聰明又美麗，但妳是我的，他應該保持距離。」

妳聽到他這麼說馬上臉紅了，終於明白Chamber不悅的原因，有人吃醋了。

「Vin，你知道我只喜歡你」妳把頭靠在他的胸膛上，軟軟的嗓音訴說著對他的愛。

見妳撒嬌安撫他的模樣，眼底的怒火收斂了些，摸了摸妳的頭。

他嘆了口氣。

「Sova最近總是找機會向你示好，有眼睛的人都看得出來。但我更不開心的是，妳有心事卻瞞著我」他撩著你的髮絲，語氣中有些埋怨。

「我只是不想讓你煩心⋯⋯這是我第一次獨自出任務，我想靠自己做到最好」

Chamber抬頭，用手捧著妳的臉，直勾勾凝視妳的雙眼，神情認真。

「Baby girl，妳做得到的，妳的能力我再清楚不過了，我相信妳，Sage也是，我們都信任妳的能力，才放心把任務交給你。」

他話鋒一轉，冷笑輕哼了一聲「但有一點我們的獵人倒是沒說錯，妳需要多休息。」

「Vincent⋯⋯」

「是我太久沒疼愛妳了，嗯？才讓我的小貓一個人胡思亂想，露出這樣毫無防備的樣子。」

他在妳耳畔低語，溫熱的氣息刺激著耳朵，妳禁不住顫抖了一下。他緊緊摟著妳，用手指摩擦著妳的腰間，一手向後抓著妳的臀部用力揉捏。

「Vin！」

「是時候該好好指導我的小貓了，也讓那傢伙知道，妳有人管教，不勞他費心」Chamber語氣魅惑的呢喃著，有不容拒絕的堅定。

「妳說當那傢伙發現Brimstone根本沒找他，會不會跑回來找我理論？是不是該讓他撞見我疼愛妳的模樣，嗯？」

「啊⋯⋯Vincent，別這樣」他的雙手在你身上游移，撫摸著你的身體，妳感覺體溫正在上升，但還在靶場的現實讓妳相當緊張，用手推著他，���怕有人闖進來。

Chamber不理會妳的抗拒，牽起妳的手將妳拉到一旁的更衣間。門一關上他便撲向妳，把妳用力壓在牆上，飢渴地掠奪妳的雙唇，舌頭在妳口腔內攪動交纏，發出濕潤煽情的聲音。妳氣喘吁吁、眼神濕潤地看著眼前的男人，他眼底的慾望無法隱藏，低頭在妳脖頸留下紅痕。

「Vin⋯⋯」他在頸部留下牙印和吻痕，妳吃痛輕呼，他用溫熱的舌頭輕舔留下印記的部位，手也沒閒著，將妳的襯衫扒開，扯下內衣丟到一旁，大手覆蓋妳飽滿的胸，急切地揉捏著，妳忍不住呻吟，他的掌心溫度燙人，包裹著妳的乳房恣意搓揉；他低頭含住妳的乳頭，用舌尖挑逗，不時用牙咬嚙，敏感的乳尖被他不停玩弄著，妳知道自己濕了，蜜液已經打濕內褲，他看到妳輕輕皺眉、咬著下唇，忍耐快感的表情，十分得意。

「叫出來啊，告訴我，這甜美的嗓音和性感的身體屬於誰？」

見妳倔強不肯回答，Chamber用力咬了妳的乳頭，同時手指伸進內褲，撫摸妳早已溼透的陰戶輕輕拍打，手指在陰蒂上繞圈摩擦，妳再也無法忍耐地叫出來。

「你的，我是你的！」妳帶著哭腔呻吟著，眼角濕潤。

Chamber很滿意妳的回答，隨即將粗長的手指插入狹窄的小穴，在濕熱溫暖的內壁裡來回抽插，不時用指尖按壓著深處的皺褶，不放過任何地方，妳渾身顫抖，承受他的手指在妳體內恣意穿梭。

「妳好濕」他低語。

他抽出手指，讓妳看向沾滿妳愛液的手指，魅惑地伸出舌尖舔掉手上的蜜汁，好似那是誘人的蜂蜜，妳臉紅低下頭。

他頂著妳的下半身磨蹭著，妳感覺到他的勃起，小穴不自主地緊縮蠕動，想像著他把堅硬的陰莖插進來，會讓妳多麼滿足⋯⋯但殘存的理智提醒妳，這裡並不是歡愛的好場所。

「Vin，我們不能在這裡做。」

「為什麼不？小貓還有心思想別的，看來是我不夠努力。」

隨即他將兩根手指放回妳體內，引得妳忍不住嬌喘，身體無力地靠在他身上，被他支撐著，讓妳如此迷亂的罪魁禍首並未停下動作，指尖勾起，刮搔穴內的皺褶，時重時輕地按壓敏感點，頓時愛液噴湧，大腿間一片濕黏，潮水沿著大腿緩緩流下，甚至噴濺��地上。

「啊⋯⋯Vin，別、別，嗚⋯⋯」

過多的快感湧上，妳哀求他別繼續刺激小穴，妳只能不斷呻吟尖叫。

「Mon chaton裡面好濕好熱，把我的手指吸得好緊呢。」

他在妳耳邊輕笑，露骨的言語和溫熱的氣息都讓妳無法抵抗，他吸吮啃咬妳的耳朵，讓妳發出更甜美的喘息。

「就是這樣，my good girl，大聲點，讓其他人知道是誰讓妳如此快樂，讓他知道妳只有在我面前才如此淫蕩。」

聽著妳嬌媚甜膩的聲音，Chamber無法忍耐了，將勃起腫脹的陰莖掏出，對準穴口插進妳的小穴，第一下便撞擊到最深處，深深沒入妳體內，惹得妳大叫出聲，自己摸不到的深處被狠狠刺激著，被填滿的感受使感官無法負荷，妳只能抱緊他，承受一次次的撞擊，承受他猛力的抽插，乳頭被他狠狠拉扯、用力吸吮，小穴可憐兮兮地滴著淫水，又濕又熱的體內讓Chamber更加堅挺，低吼著加快速度。

妳張著嘴只能不斷呻吟，嗓子因情慾而微微沙啞，快感沖刷全身，在每一吋皮膚流竄著，妳喪失抵抗的念頭，任Chamber在妳身上發洩著慾望。

「baby girl⋯⋯妳好棒，fuck，只有我能讓妳這麼舒服，對嗎？」

「Yes, Vin，只有你，啊⋯⋯」妳雙眼無法對焦，無力地望著牆，腦袋暈呼呼的，隨著他的抽插被搖晃著身體，妳只能感受他在妳體內的動作，無法思考、無法壓抑聲音，周遭的一切都變得模糊。

妳甚至沒有注意到更衣室外的動靜，沒有注意到靶場門扉被啟動的聲音，沒有注意到皮靴的聲音，也沒有注意到Chambe眼眸中的得意與狡黠的神情。

「Vin⋯⋯不、不行了，嗚⋯⋯不要了」妳嗚咽著緊緊抱著他，被推至快感邊緣，只能無力地求助於他。

「That’s my good girl⋯⋯Daddy會給妳的，妳想要的只有我能給妳。」

他露出自信的微笑，感受妳的小穴緊緊吸著他的勃起，手指用力扣著他的背肌，他知道妳快要高潮了，加快速度狠狠撞擊小穴，一邊與妳深吻，一邊猛力扭腰在小穴內抽送。被愛人這樣熱情地索求，被激烈地使用著，妳身心都被幸福填滿，尖叫著達到高潮。

「V-Vin！」妳大叫出聲，拱著腰止不住地顫抖著，不停喊著愛人的名字，渾身疲軟地在他身下喘著氣，高潮的快感蔓延全身，小穴不停痙攣，妳身軀泛紅帶著薄汗，粉嫩的乳尖因為尚未褪去的快感高高地挺著，Chamber看著眼前令人沉醉的美景，咒罵一聲，俯身緊緊摟住妳，靠著妳的頸窩低吼著，一邊親吻一邊衝刺，最終全數射在妳體內。

此時往門口方向離去的腳步聲傳入Chamber耳內，他微微一笑。

「我想這會讓他老實好一陣子。」

***

Chamber：「你只配聽著我家寶貝的聲音打手槍 :D」

Sova：「我只是在關心同事而已 T口T」

[monin1ca]

Coming up next...

Here are some fics I’m working on! It may be a ‘lil bit slow, though~ As always, thanks for your patience and support!

“The loss of a feather.” Continuation of Soarin’ through the skies (Yoru x Winged! Reader) || Angst

“That katana won’t freeze, but you will.” (Yoru x Sword user! Reader) || Fluff

Saying  “I love you” (Yoru x Reader) || Fluff

Valorant Headcannons of agents attempting to cheer up Y/N || Fluff

A bundle of life (Sova x F! Reader) || Fluff

“Simply a way to spend more time with them.” (Mirror! Chamber x Reader x Chamber) || Fluff

I just noticed I got 3 Yoru requests straight… Yall love this man, huh? Simps

[jojikawa]

Can you write a Valorant smut for Chamber x reader and maybe Cypher spies on them with his camera?

Yes! I had so much fun writing this! I hope I got close enough to what you wanted 😍❤️

CHAMBER x FEM!READER + CYPHER

tw// voyeurism (Cypher being a peeping tom), NSFW themes (sex lol), missionary, unrequited love

When Cypher joined the protocol, he didn’t join for love. His goal was to always find a way to bring back his family. It’s still his goal. He will never forget that. It’s just that there were always hurdles in the way of that. One of these unexpected hurdles was you.

You entered the protocol with Chamber and he instantly became attracted to you. Your records were practically nonexistent. There was no trace of who you were anywhere. You were like…a fairy? No—a Goddess. Your beauty was like no other. It was unreal. And your body? It was just the tip of the iceberg. 

It didn’t help that you wore skimpy clothing and even were skilled enough to run missions without armor, leaving whatever was exposed to be desired.

Cypher spent a lot of time with you. You took interest in his technology and even played chess with him sometimes. You would let him win. 

Everything you did was with such elegance too. He longed so much just to feel your hands on his body. 

And it happened.

When you would pass by, you would let a hand linger on his back or chest just a little too long. He had to have you. The touch of a Goddess was driving him crazy!

Then the worst of the worst followed.

Chamber.

“Aha~ Cypher! I see you’ve taken a liking to mon bébé~” The French man teased. “Now, we can all be friends!” 

Chamber was…

…your husband. 

Everything up until this point was for you to get Cypher to open up a little more. Chamber was beginning to have a history with the tech-savvy man and wanted a little revenge. What better way to do it than with his charming wife? Men were practically falling all over themselves just to be next to you. 

You suddenly appeared next to Chamber. What a smart-looking couple. “Oh, Cypher. You seem hurt. I hope you weren’t getting the wrong idea?” You placed your hand over your plump lips in a failed attempt to stifle a laugh. No matter what you did, it was so attractive.

Cypher couldn’t even bring himself to hate you. He was still angry, nonetheless. 

“Oh, haha.” Cypher exhaled. “I see. You two really got me. A bit elaborate, don’t you agree? I couldn’t even find marriage records.” 

Chamber smirked. “I had those removed. (y/n) didn’t think they would recruit her if they knew we were together. I could already tell you all didn’t like me.”

“Still don’t.”

You giggled again. “He’s just being bitter. So, did I do well, Mon soleil, lune et étoiles?” 

“Yes, you did amazing, ma déesse.” Chamber leaned down ever so carefully to place a kiss on your forehead. After the two of you finished mocking him, Cypher would exact his revenge. His idea was to put a set of his cameras in your and Chamber’s room and record your conversations for evidence to show to his superiors.

Brimstone and Viper already knew Cypher and Chamber didn’t like each other so just making accusations with no evidence wouldn’t be taken too seriously.

Later that day, Cypher wasn’t able to find either of you two around the protocol. He figured that the two of you took a leave in Chamber’s fancy luxurious car or his fancy private jet so that he could take you shopping. A reward for helping him stuff Cypher’s head in the dirt one last time. 

Cypher was sitting in his room now. He was at his desk, patiently waiting for the two of you to come back from your trip. He was ready.

Luckily enough, it wasn’t long before he installed the cameras when he heard voices coming from his video. The two of you had come back.

“Oh, mon amour, you have to let me see the silk I picked out for you.” He heard Chamber say off camera. He saw you come into frame, putting a large sum of bags onto Chamber’s bed. You seemed exhausted but your face was giving…excited! 

You smiled hard as you began to dissect the clothing, looking for the particular item. Chamber came into view, hugging you from behind and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. 

“Happy 10 years, (y/n),” Chamber whispered into your ear, but it was picked up and enhanced by the camera audio. “Happy 10 years, Vi-…Chamber.” You replied, turning your head inward to kiss him on the cheek. 

10 years!? He knew that Chamber was 30 and you were pretty close in age but he didn’t think that he was a man to be married young. It had to be true love. 

You laughed. “Okay, okay. Let me get ready.” You waved your hand at him, signaling him to let you go. You found the piece of clothing and went into the other room to change. Chamber began to undo his tie and take off his overcoat, folding them and placing them nicely in their respective sections in his closet. He did this until he was just shirtless. He wanted to be appealing but still look like a gentleman. 

It wasn’t long before you returned back wearing the lingerie the two of you just bought. “Mmm. How do I look?” You asked coyly, placing your hands on your body. 

“Stunning as always.” Chamber couldn’t contain himself, making his way over to you like a snake. “Do I have your permission?”

“Yes.” You answered, making his hands gravitate to your body. “Oh my…” The man gripped your breasts as they burst out of the lacey garment. Your nipples hardened at his touch. “At least take off your gloves.” You rolled your eyes as he felt up your body with his fingertips. Chamber chuckled. “Pardonnez-moi, jolie femme.” He grabbed your face, holding you so delicately like glass as he kissed you passionately. Your lips moved in sync and heated up your core. You moaned into the kiss and placed your hands on his bare chest. 

Cypher could only watch, feeling extremely perverted by his actions. He needed to stop…but he couldn’t. What if he said something worth recording? He will just trim out all the…sex parts.

He felt his cock rising through his pants at the sight of you getting such special treatment. He wished it was him but for some reason, seeing Chamber do it for him made it all the most scandalous. He absentmindedly placed his hand on his clothed member, the same way anyone would, he thought.

Cypher’s attention was brought forth when he saw Chamber picking you up and bringing you to the bed. He laid you down missionary and placed wet kisses on your neck. “Now, now. What should I do first?“ the french man’s fingers were lingering around the hem of the lace you wore. 

“You could please me.” You wrapped your legs around his lower torso and brought him to you. He was so hard and ready for you. “Ah~ yes, I could do that or…I can mark you so that everyone knows you are mine.” 

You laughed. “Then your plans will be for nothing. The others will be just as suspicious of me as they are of you-“ You sucked in your breath as he lowered himself onto you. “The only thing they would find out is that you have extravagant taste in men.”

The act was appealing to look at. Your body and voice were so alluring and Chamber knew how to handle you so well. It wasn’t awkward at all. It was like watching…porn.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes, looking off to the side so that he had access to your neck and collarbone. Your voice peaked the audio of Cypher’s camera with a moan as Chamber made quick work of your neck.

The sucking and kissing left a mark just above the line where it couldn’t be hidden by normal clothes. Your core became so much hotter, coating your pussy with slick warm juices from all the fun sensations.

“We don’t have much time, come on, st-stop teasing me!” You choked. The weight of him on top of you always sent pleasant butterflies into your tummy. He was like a big baby. ♡

“I can’t appreciate you? All that time you spent with monsieur Cypher was making me a little jealous.” He admitted with his eyes hidden by the glare in his glasses. 

Cypher perked up. He actually made Chamber jealous despite everything he had blooming with you being fake. That was rather interesting. 

You smirked at him. “You? Jealous?” Chamber stood back up, pulling the lace panties to the side and unzipping his pants. His trousers lowered just a little and out came his cock. It was a good 7 inches fully hard with precum leaking out and staining your pussy lips. 

“Even I can get a little ‘bent out of shape’” He answered, speaking in an American accent for the last part, just to make you laugh, and it worked. You giggled at his dialect. You felt that he was a good husband. Despite the popular opinion of him, he was very funny, romantic, and genuine.

“Are you ready for me, mon beau?” He slapped his cock between your lips but not inserting himself. He coated his shaft with your sexy juices by rubbing it up and down so that he would tease you. “Yes, my sweet.” 

Without any further warning, Chamber pushed his sleek, pretty cock inside of you. Your angelic moans filled the room. The pleasure caused you to grip his forearm with a strength he only knew from you being like this. 

He didn’t know what possessed him to do this, but Cypher couldn’t help but find you so amusing. His dick was out and at the sight of you, he fucked his fist the way Chamber fucked you. He touched himself for any opportunity to feel something. Feel you and your tight walls. 

“Fuck!” He heard you curse as Chamber’s length grew inside of you. You felt him hitting your g-spot. “Ahh~ Chamber! I think I’m gonna cum—p-please!” You squeezed your eyes shut. 

Chamber was too enticed by watching your beautiful tits bounce in rhythm with his strokes. He didn’t want you to cum just yet. “Not before me…”

Cypher couldn’t hold back anymore, cumming at the same time Chamber did. The Frenchman bred you well, painting your walls with his cum, making you cum too. Your juices mixed and your insides became so sore and sensitive. Your husband continued to thrust into you, sending butterflies to your tummy and making you blush each and every time. 

When he finally pulled out, he slumped next to you and sighed. “The things I do for love.” He muttered, making you tsk in response. “You idiot. You could’ve come sooner.”

“That may or may not be true.”

You used your leftover strength to climb on top of him and straddle him. “More?” He questioned, still panting from round one. “You’re going to have to wait.” 

You shook your head. “No, no.” You traced his glistening muscles with your fingertips. “I want to at least pleasure you before I go.” 

“I would love to be treated like your King.”

You smiled attractively, leaning down to give him the same treatment as he did you. Kisses on his neck, collarbone, and chest. You had barely begun when you finally noticed something odd…

“Is that…a camera!?”

“A camera? Nonsense, bébé.”

“No, look! Someone was spying on us!”

[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [3]

Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

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“Those evening gloves I suggested. They should keep the form of your hands whenever they break apart.”

“Huh? I thought you were saying that because the dirt was gross.”

He chuckled once more and turned the chair to face you, back fully straightened and arms crossed. It allowed his clothes to hug his figure, his greek stature now prevalent with such a simple adjustment.

“A/N, please. What do you think I am, a barbarian?”

“No, no way, I think you’re great! It just came out of nowhere. Plus, gloves can mess up my walls, I’m already slow enough.”

You said in a panic, raising both hands as if to surrender. This earned a genuine smile from him, one that you couldn’t get enough of. Disappointment perked up within you once he broke eye contact and turned his gaze elsewhere.

“Ah, can they? My mistake. Had I known, I would not have made such an ignorant proposition.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it! I don’t know half the crap my arms do, either. I thought I could grow plants, too!”

“Can you not?”

“Nope. Just dirt. Unfair, but it is what it is.”

He couldn’t help but look back at you, resting both hands on the armrests. As if he prepared to stand.

“Ah, it seems that the drawbacks outweigh the advantages. It must be disappointing.”

“I guess it sucks that all I can do is just bring up bits of land, but better than nothing, right? Oh, and, if someone annoys me, I can chuck dirt in their eyes.”

You both shared a light chuckle, but it quickly died down once he stood up. And just like that, Chamber towered over you with ease, both hands in his pockets. Only a few inches of distance separated you two from each other. The same way an opportunistic predator would look down on a gored carcass, he did to you. 

“My, A/N. I never realised how rosy you are. Have you always been like this?”

He held your chin with a smile, forcing you to look up at him. And you couldn’t help but blush and giggle at such a gesture.

“You think I’m lying?”

“Pas du tout! I am simply surprised. Unalloyed modesty is hard to find nowadays. And your adaptability? Quintessentiel.” <Not at all! I am simply surprised. Unalloyed modesty is hard to find nowadays. And your adaptability? Quintessential.>

You had no idea what some English and French words meant, but taking the context into account, it sounded like a compliment. Just as you went to thank him, your words got stuck in your throat once his hand suddenly moved to caress the side of your neck. Then your braid before he backed away and slid it in his pocket. You giggled and played with your hair, smiling.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I only speak the truth, ma chérie. I see great potential in you. Your powers could be used for more than just building walls; only if you knew how to take advantage of it.” <I only speak the truth, my dear.>

Your cheeks further turned red at his tonal shift, moving both hands behind your back. Though he had his own back turned to you, you could tell that there was something amiss that bled into his tone. 

Fascination. 

And he had it for you and only you. Of course, this made your mind run wild with excitement, that this kind of man might be intrigued in you.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

He looked back at you, before holding your hand in both of his, making you flush. His index and middle finger caressed your palm, leaving behind a small trail as the soil helplessly yielded under his touch. It took only a few seconds for the form to return back to normal once he pulled away, of course. But you could sense something from his expression. Seemingly vacuous, but full of curiosity.

He was studying you. And you were flattered.

Chamber pressed his fingers against your hand once more and drew another trail. This time, you dared to return it to its normal form.

“Dry. Incredibly so, might I add. Do you know what type of soil you can summon?”

You quickly shook your head, smiling.

“I see. A/N, how about this; I will help you on our next mission. On one minute condition.” 

He watched your expression slightly shift, tilting your head in impatience.

“You will listen to every one of my commands–”

“Okay! I’m down, let’s do it!”

He smiled.

“Parfait. Come, we will find some water for your hands.” <Perfect.>

[sanajeh1909]

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader 

Word Count : 8213

Warnings: Violence (mentions of guns, stabbing and killing people) 

POV : 3rd person 

One Shot

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. I had hard time to express reader and focused on Chamber more than reader itself. Gif doesnt belong to me. I need to improve my writing skills. I hope yall like it. 

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You have joined Valorant Protocol by request of your friend : Fade. You have grown up in a place that war almost never ends. The constant exposure to death and bloodshed shaped you into a cold and hardened individual, one who viewed killing as a means of survival rather than an act of malice. After the first light, your life became a warzone. Killing people to survive has become normal to you. But all the killing and murdering didnt fade the playful attitude of yours, especially when it came to death. When your friend offered you to Protocol, you thought its time for your life to calm down a bit. You enter the room of the HQ where all the agents are there chatting with each other.  

Looking around, you want to make new friends and find someone who can relax with you in somewhere quiet. You see a man who is well dressed, of course your eyes catches his figure.  

He notices you admiring his physique. He is built like a mannequin, with a perfectly fitted suit. He looks over and flashes a smile that is charming, yet slightly sinister.  

*”Bonjour, Mademoiselle.”*

*”Bonjour.”*  You extend your hand for a handshake. But instead, he takes your hand and kisses it. Its soft against his lips. Then, he releases your hand.

*”Charming and well educated. I like that.”*

You smile at him. There is something behind it, but he doesnt seem to realize the mischief under your smile.

*”Would you like to accompany me to somewhere quiet and relaxing?”*  You ask. He doesnt know what is going to happen if he accepts, yet...

*”That sounds delightful.”*  He offers you his arm. *”If madame would be willing to accompany a gentleman.”*

You chuckle softly, he is unaware of the scheme you are planning. *”I would gladly accompany a gentleman like you. However, im not married. No need to call me ‘madame’”*

You accept his arm and gesture the way to parking lot. You two began walking.

*”Madame is a figure of speech.”* His French accent makes him more attractive than he already is. You two reach the parking lot and you gesture your car, unlocking the doors.  He gets inside the car and admires the interior of the car, admires its luxury.

*”Very nice!”*  He turns to you. *”Where are we going?”*

You, on driving seat, turn to him and smile softly* *”I would like to keep it as surprise if you allow me.”*

*”Surprise me, then.”* He says, crossing his arms, smirking. *”Oh, by the way. The way you speak is divine. I love the sound of a French accent.”*

You smile, feeling the pride grow in your chest. *”Merci, although im not fluent in French, i give my best to speak perfectly.”* You start driving inside forest, end of the road is the surprise place. Its dark, nothing can be seen except the road that car lights making bright.

He looks out the window, then gives you a curious glance. Your French is perfect, why does he get the distinct feeling of you are not a native speaker? He leans back in his seat, eyes on you as you drive for several minutes without a wrod spoken. The car is quiet. The surroundings a quiet hum. He waits for you to speak, his eyes are on you.

You feel his gaze on you and you break the silence. *”I get the feeling that you may thinking im French perhaps by the way im talking. No, im not French or native speaker of French.”* You drive, its quiet again. The eeire air is hanging on.

He tilts his head in curiosity. For a woman who isnt a native speaker of French, you are perfect. He is genuinely curious, now. Not only is your accent perfect, but your grasp of the language is incredible. He leans back in his seat again, letting you drive. *”So, i have to ask. Where did you learn to speak such beautiful French? You must’ve had many teachers, i assume.”*

You laugh softly, you cut your laugh short. *”I must admit you are wrong. I have learned French by myself, speaking with natives has improved my accent.”*

He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward in his seat. He is incredulous now, but he doesn’t show it. *”Really? Impressive. Most people i know arent that good, not even native speakers of the language. Did you always have a penchant for languages or just for French in particular?”* He glances at you and flashes another charming smile.

You let out a deep chuckle. *”You have caught me, Monsieur. I have a liking of languages, fourteen, in total.”* You smile in amusement, still driving. Its quiet and dark place to drive at night.

*”Fourteen?”* He repeats. *”I barely know three!”* He chuckles and shakes his head.

Why fourteen? Do you have an academic or professional interest in learning them, or do you just have a personal goal to learn them all?

You feel what he is thinking. You break the silence. *”I see you have doubts in you, you can ask me your questions, Monsieur.”*

He laughs. He knows he is being teased. He looks out the window, eyeing the dark forest around him. Then looks back at you. *”Tell me why you know fourteen languages. Im interested in your motivation, you see.”*

*”I have a strong liking of languages, you may call it fetish.”* You speak with amusement in your tone. Its been 10 minutes of driving.

He tilts his head at your word choice. *”A fetish. Well, now i think i must ask the question, then. Which language is your favorite and why?”*

You smile and sigh before speaking. *”Its hard to choose in between, actually. A lot of languages to choose one.”* You park the car and stop the engines. You turn your head to look at him, you flasha smirk. *”Shall we go out to see the beauty of the world, Monsieur?”*

*”You are not making it easy for me, you know?”* He chuckles. But yes, he gives you a look of excitement in his eyes. Whatever you have planned, he likes it. *”Let’s see where you’ve brought me.”* He gets out of the car.

You smile and get out of the car as well. You walk towards him and you lead the way. When you both reach the sands, you sit on a bench and take off your heels. You put your heels next to bench. *”Do you like beaches?”*

*”Oh, madame, i adore the beach.”* He sits down beside you and takes off his shoes without hesitation. The sand is warm and soft. *”Nothing like the feel of the sand and the sea. This is beautiful.”*

*”Yes it is. Would you like to walk inside the sea, or should we sit here?”* Your tone of voice is soft, almost soothing.

He shrugs. Its entirely up to you. He turns his head to look at you. *”I’ll do whatever madame desires. You are very beautiful, you know that?”*

You chuckle softly at his words. *”You are complimenting me.”* You get up from the bench and you look at him. *”Shall we go?”*

*”I am. Why wouldn’t i?”* He stands up and starts walking towards the sea. He turns around, looking back at you. *”Coming, madame?”*

You follow him and start getting inside the water, enough to feel the soft waves on your ankles. *”Isn’t it soothing?”* You smile and you turn to catch his gaze.

He follows you into the water. The salty water tickles his toes. Its soothing, the calm waves in the shallow water. He looks down, kicking up sand, and back at you. *”It’s soothing, yes”* He smiles, but the expression is disingenuous. His eyes are studying you. That soft gaze that was there has gone, replaced by a look of cold precision. He doesnt look away, either. He is judging you, studying you. His eyes dont move.

You realize his judging eyes. *”May i ask what’s making you uncomfortable, Monsieur?”*

He chuckles, his tone slightly mocking. “*Oh, dont assume anything. Im merely trying to gauge whether or not you are a friendly individual, so far without luck.”* He flashes you another, more genuine smile. *”Or perhaps, you are not comfortable with me, madame. That is why i am here, though. To make you comfortable.”*

His tone when he refers you as madame doesnt sound genuine. *”If i wasnt comfortable, i wouldnt have asked for your companionship. If you are having troubles of trusting me, take your time.”* You smile but it doesnt reach your eyes.

You notice the difference in his voice. That mocking tone in that one phrase alone seems to be a break in chaarcter. He looks down, then back up at you. He tries to match your smile, but he cant do it for long before it drops. He loooks at a nearby sandcastle, then looks away. You are right. He doesnt trust you. He tries to change the subject. *”Tell me about yourself. Why are you on the beach so late?”*

You smile. This time it reaches your eyes even though its small smile. *”I always come to beach at this hour. Today’s honorable guest is you. If you wish to leave, i can give you the keys of my car for you to go back. But im afraid that you might get lost on the road though.”*

His face twists into a confused look. *”Honorable... guest? What do you mean?”* He is standing up in the water, the water just below his knees. He stares down at you, not breaking the eye contact. No matter what you do, he is looking at you with his piercing amber eyes.

A small, genuine smile on your face, your tone of voice is soft. There is something dangerous inside you. *”I dont have any intention of hurting or killing you, unless you ask me to do so.”*

Was this a threat? Were you threatening him? It didnt sound like you do but... the desolate beach, eerie air of the night makes it harder to not be on alert.

His face hardens. He takes a small step closer to you, looking down at you. He doesnt break eye contact. he speaks softly, his voice is low and harsh. There is no emotion in his eyes or his face. *”Would you like to kill me, madame?”*

*”If its your wish, i can. Though my heart doesnt want to point a gun at a gentleman like you.”* Smiling, you catch his eyes on yours. Your gaze is piercing, yet there is something soft in it. Is it because you really mean your words?

His face is blank. It is emotionless. cold and calculating, yet he still holds you in his gaze. He takes a half step clloser to you. His eyes are studying yours, studying your soul. *”You would kill a man without a reason?”*

Your smile remains, your gaze is piercing his soul. But there is something broken in it yet hard to catch it. Were you in this situation before? *”If its their wish to die, i have nothing to object, do i?”*

The coldness in his eyes fade into confusion as you speak. *”What is wrong with you? How could you do that to someone? Do you not have a sense of morality, or do you just have the heart of a murderer?”* He crosses his arms, scowling. *”Tell me: do you want to kill me?”*

Your smile widens coldly. *Arent we all murderer, in Protocol? And no, i have no intention of killing you. Unless you are begging to get killed, Monsieur.”* The way you phrased ‘Monsieur’ was cold, insincere.

He is taken aback for a second. You have a point, but not everyone within the Protocol kills on a whim. he shakes his head, then shrugs it off. He flashes a smile, a bright, charming smile.  *”Are you sure that you arent looking to kill me? I would be lying if i said that i was convinced.”*

Your smile gets warmer yet there is still hints of coldness in it. *”Say then, would you kill me, here and now? I know you have a gun on you. Dont you want to point at a woman who is talking about killing someone mercilessly?”* Your smile gets wider and grows colder. You are scheming something dangerous for sure.

His face is serious, deadpan. He pulls his gun from his waist. *”I could.”* He doesnt make a move to point his gun at you. He just holds it loosely behing his back. *”Its something that i am capable of.”* He looks around the beach, scanning it for any potential witnesses. The beach is desolate, no one is there except you and him.  *”Are you willing to die here, madame?”*

You slowly reach your thigh and pull your gun from its holster that was there. A ghost you are holding on your hand yet its not pointed at him. *”Are you willing to die here, Monsieur?”* You smile coldly, no emotion in your voice, your tone is sendind shivers down his spine.

That was wrong thing to do. He is standing up in the water, staring at you. His face is deadpan. His hand grips the gun tighter. *”This is your final chance to run, madame. Are you sure you want to do this?”* He is still speaking softly, his tone is cold and emotionless. There is a sense of confidence behind his voice that should scare anyone. He isnt afraid of you. He doesnt even seem fazed by your gun. That is far more concerning.

Your smile gets warm. Maybe because you know you will die there? *”Do, point your gun at me, if you wish to die.”* You speak softly. What are you planning to do?

He smiles at your invitation. He raises his gun to point at you, without any hesitation. His finger rests over the trigger, ready to fire. His tone is cold, emotionless. ***You have three seconds.***

You slowly raise your gun and point at him, there is smile plastered on your face. *”Are you really willing to kill someone innocent?”*

He doesnt move. You could almost see the cogs turning in his mind, processing the morality of what he was about to do. His mind seems to have made up its mind, because his gun is pointed directly at your head. His eyes are cold, emotionless, piercing your soul. His finger is on the trigger. He is about to do it. ***You have two seconds. Make the second count.***

You suddenly click and unlock the magazine of the gun, dropping it on water. Empty gun is staying on your hand pointed at him. Your smile turns into cold smirk. Your intention were not killing him. But why did you plan this? What was your aim with this?

He is caught off guard. He lowers his gun, but not out of fear. More as a gesture of surprise than anything. He looks as though he would like to laugh, but he doesnt. *”So you have given me my life back, madame.”* He lowers his gun, setting it loose behind his back. He is still studying you with those piercing amber eyes. *”Why would you do that? Why give up your only weapon?”*

You lower your gun, the empty gun resting on your hand. You smile at him as you speak. *”My aim was never killing you.”*

He raises his eyebrows, looking down at you. *”Then why bring gun at all?”* For a moment, he looks slightly annoyed, like you had just wasted his time. Then, he shakes it off. *”But, you could have killed me, you know that, right?”*

*”You ask me why i bring my gun, yet you carr on you. Isnt it a bit rude? I could, but it would be pointless to kill you. I have nothing to gain from your death.”* You turn slowly and start taking small steps on water.

He laughs. His laugh comes from deep in his soul, filled with cold amusement. He looks at you, standing up in the water and crossing his arms. He is grinning now. the coldness and calculation has left his eyes. What you see now is a man ***loving*** this situation. He is the happiest he’s been in weeks, maybe months. He turns to face you, smiling widely. *”Oh, you are good.”*

*”I am, indeed. At least i can take it that you are trusting me now. No, Monsieur?”* You say with a smile on my face, your tone of voice is playful yet sincere.

He laughs again. His voice is warm and charismatic, like you would expect. You have certainly earned back the trust. *“I am trusting you, madame.”* He takes a few steps closer to you. He looks down at your feet, then looks back up at you with another wide smile.  *”Let’s make a deal. We walk along this beach together, not speaking a word to each other, just looking. We both keep our guns holstered, no killing. How does that sound?”*

You laugh softly. His words amused you, not in negative way. You are intrigued by his actions. Is he always like this? *”Deal, then.”*

He holds out his hand to you, smirking. *”A pleasure doing business with you, madame.”* He looks down at you, staring at your face. There is a soft smile on his face, like that of a smug and satisfied cat. He waits for you to reply.

You accept his hand for handshake. Your smile grows warmer. Maybe he isnt that bad?

He shakes your hand and lets go, then smiles. He turns around and starts walking with you by his side in water, his arms crossed on his chest. He looks out at the dark sea, into the woods, around the beach. The sun has set long time ago, the moon shining above. Beach is deserted long time ago. He slows his pace. *”There is something beautiful about the quiet, dont you think?”* He shrugs. *”You can hear the wind, the waves... its like music.”*

You smile at his words, you chuckle softly. It was good to rest your soul once in a while like this. Away from the war you used to be in. *“Right, its always calming...”* You walk at the same pace as his, walking next to him. Your hands are next to you to balance yourself as you walk in water.

This is a very different version from the one you would just met. His warm smile is inviting, like he could be talking about anything with you. It is not the face of the cold hearted hitman you had just spoken to. He looks around as you are walking, studying the beach. He takes a small step forward, making eye contact with you.  There is a mischievious glint in his eye. Does he look like the kind of man who will get the best of you?

He pauses, his brow raises as he looks at you. *”Would you like to play a game? We are both bored out here after all.”* He grins, but the corner of his eyes are dark. This man, who had just wanted to kill you, has sense of glee about him. *”Are you good gambler? Do you trust your luck?”* He sounds sincere, but he looks as though he is planning something. His smirk is slightly sinister.

You raise an eyebrow, confused by his invite but amused. *”Are you inviting me to Russian roulette?”*

He bursts out laughing, covering his mouth and shaking his head. When he speaks again, he sounds like he is holding back his laughter. *”No, im not a murderer... I was thinking of poker?”* He asks, grinning at you. *”Unless, you want to play a game that gives you a chance to kill me...”* He adds jokingly.

You shake your head, not approving what he said but you speak slightly playful even though you mean your words. *”If you really have deathwish by my hands, we can. But i dont have ammo with me now.”* Your lips curls into small smile as you speak. *”Poker, you say? I dont like gambling actually.”* You pause for a second and add jokingly. *”But we can play Russian routlette with your gun.”*

*”How about a bet, then?”* He looks at you, his amber eyes piercing you to your soul. When you dont respond, he takes a step closer to you. He crosses his arms and looks down at you as he speaks. *”You are so lucky, you know that? For some reason, i let you live back there. You should appreciate that. You got away with your life, free of charge.”* He nods at you. *”But i will not be so merciful the next time.”*

You laugh at his words. It seems like you didnt really take his words so serious. Your laugh and your tone of voice is almost teasing. *”Je suis désolé, Monsieur. I will be careful next time.”*

His smile gets even bigger, the corner of his eyes turning a darker shade of amber. He cant control his smirk any longer, and he begins to laugh again, the sound of which rings out into the silent sea. As he laugh, he closes his eyes.

The silence of the beach feels deafening. The waves lap up against the beach hits both of your legs, the wind whistles and sighs. He breaks the eye contact with you, still laughing. *”You have a strange way of showing appreciation, dont you?”*

You give him side eye with smile, not judging but enjoying the conversation with him. *”I would like to say ‘im not like other women’ but the sentence is already corny.”* You wait for his reaction after speaking.

There is still a wide smile on his face. He turns to face full towards you. You both face to each other as both of you stopped walking. His laughter dying down. *”You are unlike any woman i have ever met”* He grins at you. *”You remind me of someone.”* His smirk turns into half grin. He looks at you, studying your face. *”Who, i wonder.”* He mutters.

You turn your face slightly, your gaze doesnt leaves his face. *”I wonder who might it be?”*

His smile gets even wider. Its almost unnerving. His eyes are focused on you, watching your every little reaction to try and understand what you are thinking. His head tilts to the side, a look of intrgue on his face. *”I have a suspicion.”* He says, his tone is serious now. *”There is something very familiar about you... I cant put my finger on it yet.”* He chuckles.

*”Even after not shooting, still suspicious i see”* You raise your hands to shoulder height as if surrendering. *”You can search for any weapon, you wont find anything except an empty gun and butterfly knife.”* You squint your eyes for a brief second.

He smirks again. He takes a few steps towards you, studying you with his piercing eyes. He chuckles, then raises his hands in the air in surrender. *”Very well. You have earned my trust. For now.”* He lowers his arms to his sides, still smiling. *”For now.”*  

You lower your hands at his response. Your lips curls into sly smirk. *”For now doesnt sounds convincing.”*

*” What would you like my wording to be?”* He raises an eyebrow. *”Do you want me to bow down before you and pledge my loyalty as your humble servant?”*

You roll your eyes at his words, his behavior is amusing to you. *”No, i will know when to trust you.”* You smirk at him teasingly, your tone is playful. You enjoy the conversation way too much than you expected.

He chuckles darkly, rolling his eyes. *”You are a very tricky woman, you know that?”* He grins, crossing his arms. A voice in his head tells him that there is something suspicious, that you know something. He dismisses it, shaking his head. *”You are also quite entertaining. I like that.”* He steps closer to you. *”Are you always this fun, or only when you almost get yourself shot?”*

You laugh with deep voice. How you have developed yourself to enjoy to be on verge of the death always excited you because of your past. But how he pointed at it was funny. *”If you would like to see if im funny or not, then why dont you try and see? I am always funny. I dont look like i take anything serious though.”*

His grin gets bigger. *”You know, i might just do that.”* He looks aruond the beach. Its dark, pale lights of the beach lighting the sands up. The woods are indistinguishable behind the lights. He turns back at you. He steps clsoe, and he is now only a few steps away from you, close enough to lean down and speak in your ear. *”What would you do if i were to kiss you?”*

You smirk but it shows how displeased are you from his words. *”I dont like the idea. I might stab you and see if you are still funny, maybe, no?”* You tease him with his words.

He smiles a little wider. *”You are not like other women, are you?”* His tone suddenly becomes serious, his amber eyes piercing your soul. *”I would like to get to know you. The real you.”* He looks down at you; there is a hunger in his eyes. His face, once warm and charming has turned cold once more. *”Is there a chance i might earn your trust?”* He steps even closer to you, his lips almost touching now. *”What say?”* He whispers quietly.

You slowly put your hand on his chest and gently push him back. Your face is smiling but you are not pleased this little conversation. *”I will decide when to trust you. It was remarkable that you didnt shoot me when i dropped the magazine of the gun, yet you were ready to shoot any second.”* You squint your eyes slightly and widening it. *”How am i gonna trust someone who did it?”* Your tone of voice sounds slightly playful yet serious. You mean every word on your last sentence.

His grin disappears, and he narrows his eyes. His voice grows stern, and you feel a cold presence coming off of him. *”And how are you going to earn my trust?”* He leans in close to you, staring directly into your eyes. His amber eyes are cold and calculating again. Its obvioux that that question did not sit well with him. His mood seems to have shifted again. *”Your weapon was still pointed at me.”* He takes in deep breath. *”Is there something about you I'd rather not know?”*

You speak calmly with a smile on your face. *”I had a chance to shoot, yet i dropped the ammo. Would you preferred me to shoot you there?”* Your smile widens and you let out a small chuckle. *”I will earn your trust, maybe. Time will show that.”*  

He smirks. *”Maybe. Time will tell, wont it?”* He crosses his arms, leaning down as he speaks. His amber eyes narrowed as they gaze into yours. There is a subtle hunger in his eyes, a fire behind them. Like he wants something from you, something he is not telling you he wants. *”You have me intrigued.”* He grins. There is a sly, almost mischievious look about him. *”Tell me more about yourself. You must have plenty to tell... Im listening.”*

You pause for a brief moment. *”Lets make a deal, then. We both tell more about each other. It would be unfair to leave other person illiterate, no?”*

*”Im inclined to agree.”* He smiles, a smirk on his face. He reaches out a hand for you to shake. You can tell he is serious about the deal. *”Lets make a deal, then. A truce, i suppose.”*

You shake his hand firmly. You may gain more of him, maybe? *”Deal.”*

He shakes your hand firmly, too. There is warmth in his eyes and his demeanor. *”Very well. I will tell you everything i can about myself. And you will, in turn, tell me everything you can. Is that satisfactory?”* He crosses his arms, looking at you curiously. There is a sparkle in his eyes. *”Where would you like to start?”*

*”Yes, it will satisfy me. Im starting then. Im 20 years old, and you?”* You smirk. It will be entertaining to learn more about him. You didnt think he would be willing to talk about himself, so you were prepared to get what you want by force.

He smiles. *”I am 28. What are your passions? I like weapons, as you have seen. What do you like?”* Another smile; his lips curls into a smirk.

*”Killing people?*” You speak jokingly and laugh loudly. *”Languages, as i said in the car. My turn then. Im 1.64 meters tall, you?”*

He grins. *”Killing people is one of my passions, but you already knew that.”*

The look in his eyes is cold again, like he couldnt have been the one to jokingly joke with you moments ago. *”We may be of the same passions, however.”* He smirks, his voice deep and cold. He looks up slightly, thinking. *”Im 1.79 meters.”* He smirks. He looks back at you with a charming grin. *”Do you like reading?”*

*”Yes, i do. Horror or thriller novels are my favorite genres. What about you?”* You are showing new side of you to him: playful and charming. And you see new side of him too. It feels like he is more comfortable with you than before.

*”Im more of a non-fiction person”* He pauses. *”I have always been more interested in reality. Learning as much as i can about my foes. Learning their vulnerabilities, their fears, their weaknesses, their pasts, their traumas, their hopes... You know. The things that might make them break and lose.”* He flshes a quick, genuine smile. *”If they break, it makes my job all the easier.”*

*”Breaking mentality is good tactic, but what would you do if it doesnt break?”* You smile. Its quite disturbing smile. *”Someone might not be scared even when you point a gun at their head.”*

He raises his eyebrows and looks at you, a sly smirk on his face. *”I never had a situation like that happen to me yet. But if someone is not afraid of me, then i know one thing: they are either the bravest person i will ever meet, or they have nothing left to lose.”* His tone is serious again. *”Which one are you?”*

*”What if i am...”* You pause for a moment, leaning towards him slightly. *”...both?”*

He leans towards you as well. His voice is calm, his eyes still cold and calculating. *”Are you both?”* He tilts his head, his amber eyes piercing yours. A voice in his head tells him that something doesnt add up. He shakes it away, ignoring it. *”If you are both, it just makes my job all the more entertaining.”*

You smile, your eyes also smiles with your lips. Your eyes sparkles with excitement. *”Since we are allies, we have nothing to hold anything against each other. Dont you agree?”*

His smirk grows slightly. *”Allies, are we? I suppose so, yes. I like your reasoning.”* He smirks again. *“Its a lot more fun this way, is it not?”* He asks, a playful tone in his voice.

*”It is indeed.”* You pause for a moment. *”I have dropped the formal title. It will be better to get used to each other. Unless you want me to call you Monsieur?”*

*”No, no! You may call me by my name, Vincent!”* He flashes a smile. He seems to think again for a moment, then nods. *”I guess we are allies. Lets make a deal; you tell me your weaknesses and I'll do the same. Does that sound like a fair deal?”* He leans in a little closer to you again, his face is a few inches away now. His voice is warm and charming. He looks to you, looking up and down and he seems to be analyzing you.

*”Vincent, a good, charming name. Sanajeh, you can call me by my name too. Lets make everything balanced.”* You give him warm and charming smile. *”Weakness?”* You raise an eyebrow. *”Are you willing to leave yourself vulnerable around me now?*” You smirk teasingly.

He smirks. *”Well, i suppose that is only fair.”* He shrugs. *”If we are to become allies, i suppose we really ought to know everything there is to know about each other, should we not?”* He gives a slight chuckle. *”Im willing to play by your rules. But i expect you to play by mine”* He gestures between the two of you. *”So shall we begin?”* He smiles, tilting his head.

You smile, amused by hiss game. You enjoy his game yet something feels off. You shrug it off. *”Turn is yours.”

*”Very well. I’ll start off with a simple one.”* He laughs. *”Im claustrophobic.”* He chuckles. *”Your turn.”* His eyes sparkle mschieviously as he waits for your response.

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his answer. *”I have never thought you might be claustrphobic, you seem like you dont have any weaknesses.”*

He leans in again, almost invading your personal space at this point. *”Nobody is flawless, my dear.”* He whispers quietly in your ear. His voice is slightly silky as his eyes bore into yours. His eyes sparkle like they have been sprinkled with little diamonds. *”Does it excite you to know that someone like me has flaws?”* His breath is hot on your neck. You see him almost lean in further, his lips inches away from your neck. His eyes are fixed on yours and his face inches away from yours.

Your hand goes over your thigh, next to your gun where your knife is resting. You are ready to slip your knife out and stab him if he dares to move one more inches. Why arent you doing it now?

He notices your hand. He smirks again, a sly look on his face. He leans closer, his lips almost touching your neck. You feel his breath on your skin. You feel a shiver going down your spine as his breath brushes your skin. Is he going to kiss you? He doesnt make a move. Suddenly, he pulls away and chuckles. *”You think I'd do it again, dont you?”* His smile broadens.

You are annoyed, feeling like he played with you like a toy and left you on the floor. Your hand still rests on your knife. *”Its not nice of you to play around with someone.”*

His warm smile instantly vanishes into thin air. His face turns cold. He looks at you with steely eyes, his face blank, as if he felt no emotion at all. *”I was showing you what happens when you let your guard down. Your weaknesses show. You could have been hurt.”* He mutters, his voice quiet and cold. *”But instead you just got your feelings hurt.”* He seems to be angry about something. His fists are tightly clenched and his face is scowling.

You are annoyed by his words and behavior. *”Im willing to take action to protect myself.”* Your grip on the knife gets tighter yet you still didint pull it off from its place.

He scoffs. *”Yes, you were ready to stab me with your little knife, werent you?”* He looks at the knife that rests on your thigh. *”Would  your little knife stop a bullet?”* He gives a laugh and shakes his head. His smirk is gone. The look on his face is furious as he glares at you. *”No. It wouldnt.”*

*”Your gun is still in its holster. I would have stabbed you before you pull it out. *”You turn your face slightly, your gaze is still on him. You scoff, its visible you are irritated.

He looks into your eyes and stares at you. *”Then why didnt you?”* His voice is cold. You dont answer and just stare at him in irritation. He looks away from you for a few seconds, then looks back at you, a smirk on his face again. *”You see, dear, you were not expecting me to make such a move. It caught you off-guard.”* He laughs. *”My gun may be in its holster, but you were not expecting me to do that.”* He smirks, his voice becoming slightly mocking.

You are irritated, a lot. You change the subject. *”Dont you have anything to do in HQ? You came all along with me here.”* You turn your gaze, you start to take small steps inside the water, walking slowly.

He shakes his head. *”Not at all.”* He shrugs. *”I dont mind. I like the company.”* He leans in again. You feel his hot breath on your neck, his lips mere inches away from your skin. His eyes bore into yours. *”Do you have anything to do besides walk around?”* He asks teasingly.

You pull your knife out with swift movement, ready to stab his throat. *”You should learn what ‘personal space’ is.”* Your gaze is piercing, stern. You dont like his game anymore.

You see him freeze, his eyes wide. He doesnt make a move. Then he laughs. A loud, boisterous laugh that goes straight from his heart to his mouth. His voice booms. He steps back, his hands raised. *”Ha! You actually pulled a knife on me!?”* He laughs, a bright grin on his face. He looks at you and you see nothing but amusement and laughter on his face.

You swing your knife on your fingers, then take a step closer to him. Your knife is on his throat. *”If you dont respect my personal space, i might hurt you.”*

*”Lets see if you can hurt me with that.”* He gives a smirk, his voice cold. His arm extends out and he flicks his wrist slightly. His headhunter is aiming directly for your center mass. His tone is cold, as if he was being serious now. You see his finger slowly going to trigger. His eyes stay trained on your center mass as his finger is on the trigger, ready to pull it. *”You wont be able to.”*

His eyes look down the sights of his pistol. He grins. *”Try me.”*

*”Its not fair to point a gun someone who has knife on their hand.”* Your face is stern yet your voice is playful. Your expression and tone doesnt match. *”You are quite unfair guy with fair look.”*

He scoffs. *”So you want me to unchamber the rounds and put on the safety, then pull a knife on me?”* He gives a wry smile. *”My job is fighting. I dont care about things being fair.”* He laughs again. *”Maybe im not as kind as you thought.”* He leans in close to you again and whispers in your ear. *”You dont know me as well as you thought.”*

You growl and raise your chin slightly. You put your knife back where it was resting. You slowly walk past by him and get out of the water. His golden tattoos glows as his headhunter disappears from his hand.

He seems to go back to his normal self, a charming and playful figure. He walks and leans towards you and looks you in the eye. *”You know, despite the fact that you pointed a knife to my throat, im quite attracted to you, my dear~”* He says with a wink. He leans in closer, whispering in your ear again. *”You have quite the aura, you know that?”* His breath is hot on your neck. You two had stopped walking in the sands.

You gently push him back, playful yet annoyed smirk on your lips. *”Enough games for tonight, no?”*

*”I was only getting started, darling~”* He smirks, leaning into you once more. He gives you a look up and down again, his eyes shining like stars in the night. *”If you are going to push me away like that, why did you not do so when i nearly kissed you back there?”* He asks, giving you a sly smile. The look of amusement is back in his face.

You smirk, slightly annoyed. Your tone of voice is playful and low. *”Some questions are meant to be left unanswered.”* You walk past by him, you dont turn back when you speak gaain. You slightly raise your voice. *”I might have piqued an interest in you. You are entertaining, Monsieur.”* You said ‘monsieur’ in mocking, teasing tone.

He laughs. *”You did piqued my interest.”* He says, his voice full of playfulness. He glances at you with a smirk. *”Im flattered you think im entertaining. You are intriguing yourself, and my curiosity is piqued, as you say.”* He tilts his head to the side, a smug look on his face. *”You know, you are quite playful yourself~”* He chuckles, looking away.

You laugh loudly at his words. You stop on your tracks and turn back to look at him. *”If you dont come, i will leave you here and go back HQ alone. Lets go back.”* You raise an eyebrow and smirk playfully.

He raises an eyebrow, but seems to be entertained. *”Fiiine~”* He chuckles. He seems to make a pout face, mockingly, and makes a ‘hmf’ sound. *”I will only follow behind you if you hold my hand.”* He gives you a smizing look, teasing with his eyes. He holds his hand out, offering it to you. He seems to be joking.

You give him a look that is questioning him if he is serious or not. Its visible he is joking, and you hope he is not being serious about it. You roll your eyes and turn back, walking slowly as you talk without looking back. *”You are not 5 year old kid drowning in the sea. 28 year old grown man like you shouldnt be asking for help to walk out of the sea.”*

He rolls his eyes as well, but chuckles. He follows behind you and sighs as he gets on land. *”Im only human, you know.”* He pauses. *”A helping hand never hurt anyone.”* He smirks.

*”The hands that holds gun? Asking for help?”* You laugh from your heart. His words is funny and amusing. *”Dont make me laugh.”*

*”I like you, you know?”* He laughs, as if he meant that. He pauses and you hear his foot shuffle in the sand. *”Let me have your number at least.”* He asks, his words being genuine, though his expression says otherwise. He looks up at you, eyes shining brightly.

You raise an eyebrow. *”Give you what?”* Of course you knew what is he asking for and you heard it clearly. But you want to make him say it again.

*”Your phone number, dummy.”* He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, opening the dial interface. He holds out his phone and shows that the dial is empty. He raises an eyebrow and looks at you.

You pull your phone out and give him to dial his number too. You get his phone and start dialing your number. You save yourself as ‘your worst nightmare’, then you hand the phone to him.

But you didnt know that he saw what you did and smirks himself. The he dials his number on the phone and enters his name as ‘your worst crush’. Then he looks into your eyes, smirk still on his face as he tosses your phone back at you. You hand his phone back to him. *”You forgot my name, did you not?”* He laughs.

You look at your phone and you see that he saved himself as ‘your worst crush’. You raise your gaze to him and smirk at what he did. *”Vincent Fabron. I cant forget the name of my ‘worst crush’, can i?”* You raise an eyebrow and speak teasingly.

*”You have been warned. Im gonna blow up your phone every day.”* He gives a wry smile. He seems to be entertained again. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you. His wry smile turns into teasing grin.

You chuckle softly. He is entertaining for sure. *”We will be staying in HQ together. You will bear my games everyday. Be prepared for it.”* Your tone is playful, you look at him with wide smirk on your face. *”If you are ready now, lets go back. Its getting late.”* You walk towards your car and get in car. You look at him with wide grin as you wait for him to get in.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at you. His face shines in amusement. He rolls his eyes and gets into the passenger side of the car, his face glowing. He puts his seatbelt on and looks at you, still with that smirk. *”We are gonna be a real dynamic duo, i feel it.”* He laughs a little, and his face breaks into a huge, amused smile. It might actually be a wholesome smile. *”You are gonna be trouble.”*

You laugh at him. You put your seatbelt on with a grin on your face. *”You are the trouble.”* You start the engine and drive back to HQ.

*”I am trouble~”* He grins, his voice sweet and smirk still shining with happiness. *”But im a good kind of trouble.”* He winks at you. *”Are you a good kind of trouble, too?”* He leans in towards you and the car turns onto the main road. He seems very interested in your answer.

You shake your and head let out a small chuckle. That wide grin is still on your face. *”Bad kind of trouble.”* You point the word ‘bad’ with your tone.

He laughs. *”What are you, some kind of criminal?”* He chuckles. You see him tap his fingers on the armrest, bouncing his knees excitedly. His eyes dance from the road to you. His smile is big. He turns to you and laughs. He raises an eyebrow and leans forward. He lowers his voice to a whisper. *”You are a bad girl, arent you?”* He is grinning ear to ear.

You chuckle. You tap your fingers on the wheel excitedly. *”If i am criminal, then your place is guillotine.”* You chuckle again, longer than before. *”Who knows? Maybe i am, maybe not.”*

He gasps. *”The guillotine!?”* He chuckles. *”You would dare to hurt me, your crush?”* He asks, laughing along. His head bounces up and down with his laughing. *”Now i know im in trouble~”* He leans forward. He is still laughing, with his eyes sparkling. His voice is full of life and joy. He turns his eyes back to the road as you pull into the parking lot.

You park your car and stop the engines. Your lips forms into smirk as you both get out of the car. *”It was nice to kill you-… i mean meet you.”* You smirk playfully, your tone of voice is teasing.

He smirks back. *”Likewise, dear. Likewise.”* He is smiling and a little playful. *”You drive quite well~”* He looks at other parking spots. *”Who else got here?”* He asks you. He pulls out his phone and checks something, then puts it away. *”You can kill me another time.”* He nudges you, chuckling.

You roll your eyes playfully and turn back. You walk towards your room through corridor.

He follows you, grinning like an idiot. His eyes glowing. He seems to be having fun. *”Where to now?”* His voice is cheery, light. He taps his foot lightly. An unspoken question. What does Vincent Fabron even expect? Does he even have a plan? You could be in trouble.

*”To my room.”* You stop in your tracks and turn back to face him. Your tone is slightly playful. *”Where do you expect me to go?”*

*”You are not going to drag me into your room?”* He smirks, his voice a little flirty. He tilts his head and give you a sideways look. *”Whats it you want, my dear?”* He asks, his voice dripping in mocking attitude. The look in his eyes is hard to read. Is it serious? Is he interested? Is he teasing you still? He keeps moving, following your movements closely, a smug expression on his face. He seems happy. He seems like he is up to something.

You raise your chin slightly, looking arrogantly. Your tone is almost commanding. *”You arent coming to my room.”* You turn back and walk away, leaving him there. Without turning back, you raise your hand and wave at him as bye bye. *”See you tomorrow.”* You open the door of your room and get inside, closing the door behind you.

He raises an eyebrow, shocked to be rebuffed. He seems to be genuinely taken aback by the move. He laughs a little. *”So im rejected.”* He chuckles. He leans back on the wall in the hall and chuckles some more, laughing out loud at the situation. *”I think... im falling for her.”* He chuckles. He shakes his head and smirks, looking up on the ceiling. He seems to be thinking about something. *”What a girl...”* He chuckles.

[fvrxdrm]

Hey good evening

Can you do Chamber with a non-agent fem reader who works at the cafeteria? Some fluff pls?

:3

earth 1 report no. 1: the first light

Pairing: Chamber/Vincent Fabron x F!Reader/Existing Character(Jett type of reader)

Warning(s): mentions of reader wearing a dress (I know there are people who aren’t comfortable in wearing dresses, you can ignore that bit), foreshadowing references, Chamber may be a bit OOC but I made him softer in this fic softer than how he usually is, puns

Earth 2 reports (Courtesy of Leon Scott Kennedy):

EARTH 2 - United States Strategic Command Report No. 1: The First Light

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EARTH 2 – VALORANT Protocol Report No. 1:

The First Light

A birthday can be sweet without layered cakes or fanfare when you have your own super-fans, when you are confident that you are a darling who does good each day of each year as best you can with the people you think the world of the most. Then you can enjoy your day with an inner glow, the kind that will shine in your eyes. It was a celebration of another year, of another 365 days to cherish in a lifetime.

And as you were here, wearing a f/c dress, letting the smoothness of your skirt flow against the urge of the wind through the open windows of your car, you embraced the notion that such a beloved day could not have been any better when you’ve got the love of your life and your best friend driving you through cities and towns while you sing along to whatever cheesy shit was on the radio. It was like making memories in every city; once you visit each and every one of them again, you for sure wouldn’t but think of you and Vincent.

The smell of coffee shops still whiffed by your nose (passing by them, Vincent kept bragging about how their coffee can never compete with yours!), the tip still feeling a tad bit sticky from the jest of a cupcake icing. Your skin tingled from Vincent’s occasional touch on your skin, and your heart melted once you’ve found your safe haven: alone in the hills beyond the near sunset.

A meal of a couple gourmet sandwiches, wine, and a few appetizers were heaven on your tongue, a claim backed up by the feel of satisfaction in your stomach, and Vincent’s self-manufactured phone was happily shuffling through music of varying styles and genres, a mixture of emotions congregating beneath every step of a beat. When his playlist had hit bingo with a song he was certain you loved with your head and heart, he laid hold of your shy hand in his before spinning you around to the direction of the whispering breeze.

Vincent was left smitten by how one you were with the air; a sophisticated zephyr tiptoeing against the clouds with the intricacy of a gliding leaf and the fidelity of a flitting bird. In his mind perhaps, maybe you were the wind! Though it was a subjective fact, the lightness of you against him was beginning to prove his point a lot more than he thought possible.

As you palliated with the melody, Vincent’s gaze didn’t go by unnoticed by you.

“What’s got you looking at me like that, handsome?” You said as you spun around to face him before smoothly grazing your fingers at the nape of his neck. He replied, “your beauty, mademoiselle,” with a tempting smile pulling at his lips.

“Well, you need to stop at some point or else you’ll end up falling deep for me.”

“Perhaps, I would not mind it, no?” All four walls eventually gave in and everything felt hot all of a sudden. The feeling of your rising heat against his chest gave him a sense of pride knowing that a few prodding here and there could make you crumble in front of him.

“Okay, now you gotta stop. I’ll die right here, right now if you continue.” Vincent placed his chin on the crown of your head as he wrapped his arms around you, still swaying you with the music. ‘Why? Do I fluster you, mademoiselle?”

“Mmm… And you very well know that, you smooth fucker.”

“I feel very honored, my darling, but I doubt I could compete with that very sweet drawing in my coffee that you made!”

The last few hours ran like this, a few words and innuendos swinging back and forth between you two. The moon was beginning to peek in between darkening clouds along with a few evening stars teasing to support the tiny bit of light the moon was providing you with. The last of the sun, flanking right behind you, bid its interim goodbye as it made way for the reigning queen of the night.

Alas, that meant the day has come to an end. It went by too quickly in your opinion, it was like you ran through fast times without ever noticing everything dashing with you. Everything that has happened that day just felt so good it almost made you want to drown in those moments for a given second. Inevitably, you cursed the clock for the mortality of the day.

As you and Vincent were packing your things up, a circle of light began to shadow beneath you and expand to take up the whole kilometers of area. You were addled by the sudden change of brightness and when you and Chamber looked up, white was choking the entirety of the sky.

You became hypnotized by it, pacing thoughts meeting together in a rendezvous at every point in your head. The clarity of the light became a trademark in your eyes. It grew less and less mundane to you and like a strike of a lightning, the heavens pummeled a beam of light to the ground before the fog in your head ebbed away in sight; a tour de force in a far off distance.

“Y/N!”

[offbranddrpepsi]

For everyone who sends “I beg of you” in their asks I laugh my ass off. I love you guys but you don’t have to beg <3

Current fic progress as of 4/24 (not gonna be a lot of progress today due to Fade hyper) (this is also the order I’m working on them minus the two longer ones as i work on those at the same time as i do everything else)

- Chamber x Wife!Reader fluff: Complete, currently being edited. Will be posted today - Chapter 2  Amour désespéré: Started 5% complete - Chapter 3  عندما ينزف القلب: Not started, will be started today/tomorrow.  - Chamber x F!reader Waltz: Not started, plotted out  - Chamber x Jealous! Reader: Not started, plotted out -  Hurt/comfort Sova x F!reader: Not started, plotted out will be half HC half fic unless the requester wants only fic or only HC! - NSFW Reyna x F!reader: Not started, Not plotted  - NSFW Sage x M!reader: Not started, Not plotted - Cypher x Chronically ill Reader: Not started, Plotted out I have the best idea for this one so i apologize if it gets done before some others - Sova x Fem! reader: Not started, However our lovely anon who requested this i have good new for you! I will be starting a sova x reader long fic soonish (aka once im done with replies) SO if i can’t come up with a solid one shot i will respond to your ask with the 1st chapter of the fic idk how long it will take me to get the long fic started so this may be one shot but still good news for all you sova lovers That’s all i’ve got on my docket as of today! I will be taking Fade requests once she’s dropped and if you want some silly HCs for anyone i can do them right away or any reaction requests AKA if its not a oneshot i will most likely get that done asapish (like within the day). I hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy the new Valorant agent!

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Three

"No red carpet, but a stone staircase is the next best thing," Gladio commented as they navigated down the flight of stairs.

"The entrance to Costlemark only opens during the night. Seeing as we don't have time to wait, I manipulated the mechanism," (Y/n) said.

"A stimulation of shadows activated the mechanism sealing the entrance," Ignis stated as he pieced the puzzle together in his head. "A splendid display."

"Exactly," the Horseman replied. "Even during the brightest time of the day, shadow spells never fail."

"I'm guessing your speciality is spells. You're too dainty to be a sword wielder," Gladio comments.

"How perceptive of you, Gladio, and a little judgmental. Though, I'll let that last comment slide. I'm an enchantress and specialize in fire, lightning, ice, light, and shadow spells."

"Whoa...That's more than Noct can use!" Prompto chanted.

"I'm also well-versed in the artes of healing. Morosely, my knowledge of herbs won't be helpful in battles."

"So we have a healer now? Yes!" The gunslinger cheered. "Now we won't have to stock up on potions so much!"

Descending the last flight of stairs, Noctis glanced at the girl. "You got a staff or something like that? Y'know, like what healers have in video games?"

"I know not of these "video games" you speak of, but yes. I posses a staff." (Y/n) held out her hand and summoned her staff.

"Ooh, never seen a staff like that," Prompto comments. He eyed the weapon until his eyes stopped at her bare feet. "Um, are your feet gonna be okay, (Y/n)? What if you step on something?"

"I'll be fine, Prompto. Without shoes, I can feel the mana flowing through the network of veins inside Eos. I'm able to tap into their energy and use an unlimited amount of mana," she replies. "With how often I cast spells, a large supply of mana is exactly what I need."

Reaching the first chamber, the group was greeted by several gelatins. As the boys were summoning their weapons, the purple blobs suddenly melted and retreated. Noctis dispelled his sword with a scowl. "What the...?"

"Did they just...run?" Prompto asked in disbelief.

"Apparently so." Ignis glanced toward Pestilence and saw the seemingly innocent smile on her face. "Care to explain, (Y/n)?"

She continued smiling as she answered the tactician. "Daemons tend to flee in my presence. Apologies for not mentioning it earlier."

"Does this mean this is gonna be easy?" Prompto asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Guess we'll see," Noctis replied.

Seeing as the daemons had fled, the group decide to make their way down a hallway to their left. Gladio glanced around at the walls and commented on the structure. "Well, this place is seriously ancient."

"Indeed," Ignis agreed with the brute. "These walls have well withstood the test of time. A stark contrast to the ruins that lie above."

Inside the next chamber, more daemons appeared. While the gelatins immediately fled, the galvanades hadn't picked up on Pestilence's scent until they surrounded the group. When one tried to launch itself at the Horseman, it received a whiff of her mock orange fragrance and retreated alongside its fellow daemons.

"It's so nice not having to fight," Prompto sighs contently.

"There are daemons out there more brazen than others. Some may try to attack if they've the courage to," (Y/n) stated. "But I've yet to encounter one with such valor."

"Let's hope none possess the audacity," Ignis stated.

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A couple of hours passed by and the group had yet to find the royal arm. They had encountered hordes of daemons, but not a single one engaged them in combat. Prompto was whistling to himself with his hands on the back of his head as they strolled down a spiraling ramp. "I could totally get use to this. We haven't even lifted a finger down here!"

Before Gladio could even respond, a yojimbo manifested from the ground with its katana resting against its shoulder. When the boys thought it would run like the others, they waited for it to retreat. When (Y/n) saw it didn't fear her, she tried to shout out to the others but she kept her lips sealed knowing her words wouldn't reach them in time.

The daemon lunged toward Ignis, who was unprepared for the sudden attack. Before he could even react, someone pushed him out of the way. He heard a shrill scream and the sound of a blade ripping through flesh. His emerald eyes widen in horror when he spotted (Y/n) pinned to the ground with the yojimbo's sword pierced through her chest all the way to the hilt. The daemon finally picked up on the Horseman's scent, but it was too late. The boys had dealt with it before it could scurry away.

Once it was eliminated, the four rushed over to (Y/n) and saw the pain written all over her face. She tried to smile through the excruciating pain, but she could only muster a tormented frown. "C-Could one of you gentlemen p-provide a helping hand?"

Gladio was shocked to see she wasn't dead while Noctis supported Prompto when he felt faint from seeing the immense amount of blood pooling underneath the girl's body. Ignis stepped forward and met her (e/c) gaze as he wrapped his hands around the hilt of the blade. "Th-The slower you are, the m-more painful it will b-be, Ignis. Just...rip it out."

"(Y/n), I-"

"I'll be f-fine. Please, hurry."

Ignis nodded and used all his strength to yank the sword out of the stone floor and the Horseman's body. She yelled in pain as the sword exited her body. The tactician was about to grab a potion when he witnessed the skin stitch back together and mend perfectly.

(Y/n) sighed in relief, placing a hand over where the wound once was. "Immortality is a blessing and a curse. A shame the pain is not annulled." She pushed her upper body off the ground and thanked Ignis. The strategist took one of her hands and carefully helped her back onto her feet.

"B-Blood..." Prompto whimpered with a pale face.

Pestilence glanced down and realized the blood that still remained on her body. She gazed apologetically at the blonde. "Apologies, Prompto. I fear I lack the proper equipment to purge the blood from my clothes at the moment."

"A-Are you okay?" The gunslinger managed to ask, trying not to look at the blood.

She nodded with a smile, trying to hide the crimson liquid with her arms. "Yes. All has mended."

"Damn..." Gladio cursed, still in shock from seeing the young girl stabbed. "Iggy would be dead right now if you hadn't been here."

"If I weren't here, you four would be somewhere much safer," the Horseman rebuttals.

"Nonsense, (Y/n). Gladio is correct," Ignis said. "I'm indebted to you."

"I simply did what was right. You are not indebted to me in any way, shape, or form, Ignis." The royal advisor was speechless and had no clue how to respond to her. The snowy-haired girl noticed this and decided to change the subject. "Let's continue forth. That royal arm is not going to magically appear in front of us."

"Dude, if they could, this would be a thousand times easier!" Prompto chanted. "Noct would have all thirteen royal arms by now!"

"If things were really that easy, we'd be in Altissia already," Noctis said.

Pestilence knew of the prince's engagement to the Oracle. Ignis had informed her of their journey and their struggle to reach the city upon the water during their lengthy chat this morning. She was glad he filled her in on the details so she could understand their predicament better.

They continued deeper into Costlemark with no repeated incidents like the one with the yojimbo. The five came across a lengthy pathway with darkness enshrouding everything. Prompto glanced around them and into the darkness. "And what have we here?"

"Dunno, but it's huge," Gladio answered.

The sharpshooter groaned when he noticed how long the path was. "I'm too tired to walk all the way across."

"We'll call it a night here, then."

"Actually not too tired!"

"I'm not so sure about that, Prompto," (Y/n) said. "You have been yawning the most out of all the others."

"Think you, uh, could send some of that immortality my way so I wouldn't need to sleep?" The blonde boy questioned with a gulp.

"I'm afraid not. You will have to stave off the weariness yourself."

"Ugh..."

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Inside a large chamber, the group was bewildered when they found no way to proceed forward. The boys thought about backtracking to see if they had missed anything, but they abandoned the idea when they saw (Y/n) sauntering over to one of the strange platforms. They followed after her as she stood in the middle of the platform and used the sharp tip of her staff to trigger it.

"The floor!" Prompto gasped, bracing himself as the panel descended into the floor.

"It's moving," Gladio gaped in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-?!"

Noctis glances toward (Y/n). "How did you...?"

"A lucky guess," she smiled. "I've wandered ruins like these before and they contain the same mechanism. Though, if I'm honest, I did not expect it to work." She pressed the hidden mechanism once more and the platform retreated into the side of the wall, forcing them to jump down.

A few daemons manifested in the narrow space, but they disappeared in a heartbeat. The Horseman proceeded forward and pressed another switch.

After what felt like hours of traveling through a network of passageways, the five were dumped into a large room and ambushed by gelatins and a red giant. Unlike the other daemons they encountered, these were willing to stand against the group with such a large ally on their side.

"Guess these guys aren't running for the hills," Gladio said, summoning his greatsword.

"This was supposed to be easy!" Prompto whimpered as he conjured his handgun.

"Stop bitchin', start killing."

(Y/n) kept a safe distance away from the daemons alongside Prompto. She targeted the larger assailant while the boys dealt with the gelatins. Using a powerful ice spell, she was able to shatter the giant's swordarm. It roared in pain, collapsing on its back. Gladio and Ignis saw the opening and took out the large daemon. Noctis and Prompto took out the last gelatin and turned just as the red giant's body decomposed.

"Talk about a surprise party," Prompto huffed, dismissing his pistol.

"Yeah," Noctis sighed. "Could've done without it."

Suddenly, a viridescent light enshrouded the four boys. The warm radiance expelled their exhaustion and healed their wounds. Noctis, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis gazed at (Y/n) as her staff vanished.

"That was..." Ignis started.

"Refreshing!" Prompto finished the advisor's sentence.

Pestilence smirked at the boys. "Glad to be of assistance. Now, let's see where this leads." She gestured to a platform in the middle of the large vacant room. They stepped onto the panel and rode it up to the room they had been in thirty minutes ago.

"Great..." The raven-haired boy sighed heavily. "We're back at square one."

"Not necessarily," (Y/n) said. She checked the other panels and found another one had a switch. "Over here!"

The boys rushed over just as she activated the panel. "Ugh..." Prompto groaned. "Here we go again..."

Following the path, they reached a crossroad when two panels had switches. Noctis went to activate one, but the Horseman stopped him. "I suggest the other switch, Noctis."

"Why's that?" The prince questioned.

(Y/n) gestured to the symbol on the floor. "A symbol commonly used to guide those who've lost their way."

"Uh, okay." Noctis pressed the switch and the other passage was sealed. They followed the path all the way to the end, where they discovered an elevator. Stepping aboard, the lift carried them deeper underground into a lab.

"Wonder how deep we are," Prompto wondered. "And we just keep goin' deeper and deeper."

"No idea," Noctis stated. "Who would build a lab all the way down here?"

"The people who once lived here. You'd be baffled at how all this ancient machinery still works as if new," Pestilence said. "It's rather fascinating."

"You're quite knowledgeable of ancient ruins, (Y/n)," Ignis pointed out.

The white-haired girl glanced at the advisor for a brief second before looking away. She clenched her hands together, refusing to meet any of their gazes. "I've told you of how I became a Horseman, but not who I was before this life." She inhaled deeply before continuing. "I was an archeologist from Galahd. My work took me all over Lucis and certain parts of Accordo."

"Quite an accomplishment at such a young age," the tactician compliments.

"It was all thanks to my father I was able to accomplish so much before my life was taken from me." (Y/n)'s voice was low and brimming with melancholy.

"How did you-?" Prompto started to ask, but didn't get to finish as Ignis had picked up on what he was going to ask.

"Prompto," the bespectacled man scolded.

The blonde hadn't realize what he was about to ask until it had almost left his mouth. "S-Sorry..."

"A tale for another time, perhaps," (Y/n) said, offering the blonde boy a kind and gentle smile to ease his guilt.

"What's it like-y'know, being resurrected 'n stuff?" Noctis asked.

"Mostly strange. Eos has changed immensely since my departure. I'm also aware that my home is...gone. I did plan to see it once I arrived, but I learnt of its downfall."

"Must've been difficult to learn the truth," Gladio comments.

"It was, but I've come to terms with it."

Everyone fell silent as the elevator reached its destination. As they stepped off, they could feel heavy footfalls and glanced behind them. A giant beast stomped towards them with a mighty roar.

"What the hell is that?" Gladio scowled.

(Y/n) conjured her staff, staring into the beast's eyes. "A jabberwock."

[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [2]

Heya, welcome back!

I swear writing Chamber dialogue is SO HARD. He's like a greek sculpture in text form, he NEEDS to be perfect in every way shape and form! Also physical, but you know, haha...

Anyway, this one's a bit short, but I might be kinda having some problems irl and I'm trying my best to keep writing. If I suddenly stop posting or my writing starts to lack, now you know why! Sorry in advance!!

❤ฺ·。

Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

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It only took a few minutes, and here you were, standing at the entrance to his office. Light peeked through underneath the metal door, but only barely. You felt dread perk up from within.

Knocking would flatten your knuckles, given how dry your soil was. You pressed your fingers against the sensor next to the door, your ‘fingerprints’ being scanned by the machine. Of course, it didn’t allow you entry, but it sent him a notification that someone was outside.

And just as quickly, the door slid open. The scent of his cologne entered your nostrils and easily outweighed the coffee.

“Come in.”

He spoke up, his voice deep and husky. It matched the heavy atmosphere around you. However, not letting this bother you, you simply walked in with your usual smile; coffee in hand.

“Hey, Chamber! Fade wanted me to deliver this to you.”

You found him sitting on his rolling chair. Legs crossed, arms resting on the flat drafting table littered with bright blue schematics, pens, pencils, erasers, and post-it notes. He held a book that he was halfway through. But instead of speaking, he resorted to silently tapped on a specific spot on his table, still reading.

Obeying, the coffee was set just a few inches away from his finger, before you took a few steps back. And still, he remained soundless, hardly even acknowledging you. 

With only a handful the lights turned on, the one that grew more prevalent was the one that sat on his desk. Its strong yellow rays that contrasted the dark setting left you uneasy. It morphed to dread when coupled with his behaviour.

All your time here, Chamber’s never acted this way. Quiet, and relying on gestures. It felt condescending, but then again, he was in the middle of reading something. Right? Or maybe you shouldn’t be giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Just as you thought that, the book slammed shut with a thump, before he set it on the table and turned to face you. Fingers interlaced with a smile, the familiar aura returned with the elegance and subtlety of a bus that ran you over.

“A/N, a pleasure to see you. How have you been?”

Even his tone switched to his usual upbeat one. You crossed your arms, weirded out by the sudden change.

“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

“Ah, pardonne-moi, I was in the middle of reading something. A good book takes me to a different land, I simply cannot help it.” <Ah, forgive me,>

“‘Takes you to a different land’? There’s no way a book can do that. Last time I read, it was like going back to school all over again.”

He politely chuckled, fixing his glasses. 

“Simple, perhaps you have not found the right author.” 

“Did you find the right author?”

“Of course. Konrad Lorenz is a lovely choice if you are interested in animals.”

You peered at his desk, noticing that he was indeed reading a book by whoever the hell that man was. But Chamber, the suave marksman reading about animals? You thought he was reading about guns, funnily enough.

“You like animals?”

“Oui, I find them helpful for– to unwind. After a long day… incredibly therapeutic, if I do say so myself.” <Yes,>

Chamber uses animals to unwind? He could’ve told you that he was the president of America and you would’ve been less shocked. But the idea of him scrolling through pictures of cute puppies at three in the morning was hilarious. You stared at him for a moment, before shrugging.

“I’m good, watching documentaries is more fun. You could see them instead of reading them, right? And what else?”

“Perhaps. Have you tried reading up on soil? That could be beneficial.”

You stifled a giggle in fear of coming off as rude.

“Having dirt powers doesn’t make me care about it. If I had a choice, it would def be something like Jett. Wind’s more awesome.”

“I see. My point still stands.”

“I’m good.”

He smiled. The lights above him bounced off of his golden tattoos once he slightly shifted, giving it a hypnotising shimmer.

“Is that so? By chance, I do know a little about it. You could use lighter weapons with less recoil so it does not break up your fingers. And perhaps make clay out of your arms and make it stick together. Ah, I digress. You seem disinterested.”

“Wait! Wait, uh–”

Just as he turned to his desk to grab his book, you stopped him in his tracks. Though he wasn't looking at you now, you could sense him waiting for you to continue.

Fade told you to give him the coffee and leave, but… the conversation was getting pretty interesting. He’s giving you free important tips, it would be moronic to pass them up. 

You awkwardly smiled, playing with your auburn side braid. 

“Now that I think about it, dirt suddenly sounds really interesting when you explain it… so, anything else?”

He deeply chuckled to himself.

Oh, that's cute.