#valorant x OC

[stellaris-archivum]

"as the world gets darker, we'd have to put each other's greatest fear aside 'cause if i took care of you, you'd have to take care of me too."

—cincinatti clocks, ourselves the elves

"are you sure?" mist asked, not really wanting to impose on chamber. despite being in an established relationship for a few months, she was still finding it hard to be innocently intimate. how could she? growing up in a loveless, contactless household, she couldn't bring herself to be held at all. a kiss was too much, she had just gotten used to holding hands but cuddling? "i mean, i think it seems great but—"

all the radiant could do was yelp, being caged tightly and safely into the marksman's arms, his warmth seeping through her skin, softening her up. it wasn't bad, not at all. shaky sighs left her lips as her face was lightly pressed against the crook of his neck, and his scent overwhelmed her completely. words were lost on her, the comfort crashing like a tide over her senses.

"well?" chamber asked, looking down on her for a moment before pressing a brief kiss on her forehead. it was overwhelming, being lovingly intimate—but it was welcome. it was very welcome. it made her think why was so she afraid of little intimacy even knowing that it was exactly what she needed? all those novels, those films, those shows... she knew she always longed for it but what was she so afraid of? that she'd crumble, that the tough, emotionless persona she had built for years on end, the shell that she desperately, tirelessly hardened to be the perfect shell and defense would be all for naught? her mind ran in circles, frozen in thought, the prospect was daunting.

the frenchman then noticed that her eyes were open wide, and he sighed. he began unwrapping his arms around her with an air of apology in his actions, "désolé, mon chou, i wanted you to feel safe with me but i realized that i shouldn't have force y—"

she only squeezed herself against him, not wanting him to let go. she realized, then, that she didn't want him to let go. never let go, please, she thought to herself, caught in her tongue. those fears of breaking completely were dissolved in his embrace, she felt more whole in his arms, and this epiphany made her happy.

why? she couldn't tell, but she was. he thought that was enough.

"i'll take that as a yes, then." he yawned softly, letting her head lay on his chest, to allow her to wrap his being with her presence. "however, i still wish to apologize for my rash actions."

"apology accepted," a soft reply.

"merci, aimee," he murmured. "now then, let us rest. we still have a mission tomorrow."

"oui, amour?"

there were a few beats of comfortable silence between them, a tranquil moment shared before mist spoke again. "chamber?"

"thank you for being patient with me."

[wisteriaiswriting]

Art / Fic Trade With @aventurinejpg

Words: 1049

This is Yoru x oc (Aventurine)

“--ge, Gekko, is this damn thing working?” Pulling the earpiece off to get a closer look, finding the communicator piece was waterlogged from their Harbor. Alongside that damage, the omega Fade managed to get a few good shots on him, one nearly severing the wire completely. With no other means of talking to the team he started walking around the city.

Zoning out until he noticed a piece of hair that dropped infront of his face, reaching up to move it only to find that it was wet. Holding his hand out to feel rain droplets hit it, shit. Now he needed to find shelter, otherwise his jacket would be absolutely drenched, and in turn damaged.

In a mindless wander he came to a dead end, as the sky darkened and the rain became heavier he sighed. There was some shelter out here and he couldn’t be bothered finding somewhere else before the bloodloss got to him, sitting under the roof.

Within seconds he felt his eyes droop, no matter how hard he tried to fight off unconsciousness it was useless. Before he knew it, he was out. Completely unaware of the figure that rounded the corner, “Oh no…”

***

Cutting off and finishing another bandage on this person, leaning over to brush some stray hairs out of his face. Tired eyes wided as she was pulled out of the moment by a door being slammed open. Not wanting the man to be dragged into something that didn’t concern him, she left the room, slamming it in her rush.

At that second slam Yoru shot up in the bed, rubbing his head to try tame the oncoming headache. Not that it worked as the shouting only got louder, head turning when glass shattered. Grumbling as he stood, stumbling into a nearby machine, after a quick check over his injuries before leaving the room.

He intended to stay quiet when entering the room, but in his newly awoken state he used just a bit more force than necessary. Causing the people to go silent, letting him survey the scene.

Next to the shattered glass was a girl sprawled across the floor. Her white hair was being tainted by whatever liquid was held in the glass, lilac eyes darting back and forth, from him to the other man. Around her were other glasses and pieces of medicine, none of which were shattered.

Even though he had said nothing the other man seemed intimidated, enough to huff before leaving the place, not before slamming the door once again. “Yoru, you shouldn’t be up yet!” Scrambling off the ground while moving around the glass, she moved closer to him. Which he let her do.

Pale hands moved over bandaids, taking off one and replacing a few, retucking bandages and overall caring for his injuries. Not having to replace any bandaids as those cuts have healed enough for now, but she couldn’t say the same about the bullet wounds.

“What was that?” “Oh him? He’s a regular here,” “Well he shouldn’t be.” “I can’t really tell him to not come back…” Brown eyes connecting with lilac ones, not letting up on eye contact once as he questioned her. “So this is a normal occurance?” “Sadly yes, I don’t have enough protection to stop it.”

When he said nothing in response the room went silent, the few running machines cutting it quickly. “I take it we’re not in the main city if this keeps happening?” “That’s right, not quite out of it but it’s a good walk. That reminds me, what happened earlier?”

He looked away for a second as her eyes glanced at him, looking back but not making eye contact. “There was…” He couldn’t reveal too much for your safety, but it could help him get back sooner. “A fight, and I lost.” A major cut to his pride. “But now my co-workers can’t find me.”

Before she could speak he shot up, “You said my name earlier, how’d you know it?” “It was on your phone, technically someone texted you but with such little service there’s no way to respond.” “You have my stuff?”

Opening a drawer to pull out a decently sized box, taking off the lid to reveal his items. His signature jacket with his comb, phone and communication device sitting on top. “Your phone fell out earlier, I didn’t really expect to find the owner.”

Setting them on the bed before stepping out, “Please let me know when you're done, or come out, I’ll start on lunch.”

***

The next few days passed by quickly, maybe it was the fact that there were two people in the place. No one dared to try anything with him stalking behind Aventurine, a few swore not to come back ever again. With that extra time, the two spent getting to know each other.

It was probably the most enjoyable days that have happened recently, of course it had to be cut short though. A swift yet polite knock at the door interrupted their conversation, opening it to find three people. Rather two people and a robot.

One kept messing with a knife, using wind to keep it moving while her attention was caught by anything interesting. The robot kept a close eye on Aventurine, small parts of him moving ever so slightly. And the final one, long black hair that shined in the light. Even if she looked harmless, Aventurine saw the small gun held behind her.

Clearly surprised at who answered, likely expecting someone much different. “Oh, hello there,” “Hi, would you like to come in?” Opening the door further, letting them see Yoru sitting at the table. “We are fine, we’re just here for Yoru.” Gesturing to him.

“And it seems he was here all along, but sadly he has to go.” Said man got up, collecting everything of his before walking over to the group, not leaving yet. But they seemed to understand, walking out of sight as he stayed behind.

“Look, I…” He struggled to find the words, standing in silence for a minute before continuing. “Thank you, I likely would’ve died if you didn’t step in.”

Taking her hand in his, he passed a small slip of paper, finding that it was his phone number. “Don’t make me wait.”

[starberryshuu]

Sort of Breaking the 4th Wall

It started with Julie and Iso.

Julie wanted to play.

Desperately.

But Julie... sucked.

So bad.

—

She got motion sick within ten minutes. She ducked in real life whenever someone shot at her. She kept peeking at the screen instead of using her character to peek. She pressed every button at once when panicking, accidentally throwing grenades at her own feet.

"JULIE, STOP FLASHING YOURSELF."

"I'M TRYING."

"YOU JUST GAVE AWAY YOUR POSITION—"

BOOM.

Julie was dead. Again.

"JULIE."

—

Iso was... fine.

Fine as in a god.

If he wasn’t an agent, he would be dominating e-sports. His reflexes were disgusting. His aim was surgical. His KDA? Untouchable.

Julie? She was just trying to survive.

—

Then, Yoru joined in.

Cocky. Smug. Bastard.

Acted like he was built for this. Like he’d wipe the floor with them.

—

He was just as bad as Julie.

—

He kept forgetting he had no teleport. Tried to counter-strafe like it was Valorant. Died to random grenades he forgot he threw. Ran in like he was some unstoppable force—only to get shot in the back.

Julie? Laughing.

Yoru? Pissed.

They were yelling at each other now.

"YOU'RE WORSE." "NO, YOU'RE WORSE." "YOU KEEP PANIC THROWING NADES." "AT LEAST I’M NOT SPRINTING INTO A TRAP LIKE AN IDIOT."

Iso, meanwhile?

Dead silent. Focused. Carrying.

His KDA was disgusting. If he wasn’t an agent, this would be his career. Nobody in this lobby was safe.

He clicked heads like it was muscle memory.

—

Then, Chamber entered.

The room stilled.

Julie squinted. Yoru scoffed. Iso tilted his head.

A billionaire? Playing video games?

Julie grinned. “Don’t you have stocks to manipulate?” Yoru crossed his arms. “Watch, he’s gonna be trash.”

Chamber said nothing.

He simply sat down. Logged in.

—

Then, it happened.

KILL. KILL. KILL.

His killfeed was a massacre.

Not one shot missed. Not one assist. Not one death.

43 - 0 - 0.

The lobby was silent.

Julie’s jaw dropped. Yoru’s eye twitched. Iso leaned back, unimpressed but vaguely amused.

Chamber just sighed, finally speaking—

“You should have more faith, mes amis.”

—

Meanwhile, their random teammate in voice chat:

"LMAO, e-daters are crazy good at this game. Trying to impress their e-kittens, I see."

Julie and Yoru: "EXCUSE ME?!" Iso and Chamber: "...Tsk."

[luminous-writes]

I found Omen on the rooftop of Valorant HQ, he was visibly phasing in and out like glitches in an old tv. I worried deeply for him, flying from France just to see Omen. As I stepped into his proximity, he didnt turn to look at me but simply hunched his shoulders and sighed. "Why did you come find me?" His gravelly voice grinded against my eardrums, not in an unpleasant way.

I neared him, "I heard from Cypher…" The words I had prepared on the way up had forgotten me and left me with a mouth full of sand, "About what happened at Kingdom."

His shaking grew stronger as I finished, making me fear for him, "I don't understand." Omen wouldn't look at me, his hood covering the glowing blue of his face, "I need to speak to Sabine."

I had never gotten along with Viper. It’s unknown to me whether or not it's because of Vince's and her's history or her personality, either way we haven't mixed well. I didn't know what to say to my friend other than: "I'm so sorry."

"I just don't understand how she could know so much and tell me so little." His words were like venom, I was sure that if he had teeth they would be grinding.

I knew the words that were lingering in his mind, "You are no monster, Omen." I watched as he tensed his body, uncomfortable with the word choice I had used, still I pushed on, "If you were so much of a monster you wouldn't of saved my life."

I could smell the irritation radiating off of him, "That is who I am, not who I was, Sorcha." He rolled his shoulders like he was trying to expel an invisible weight off of him.

"My whole life, I've been surrounded by people," I spoke slowly, gazing deep into the horizon, "a fair few of them were bad, only a handful were worthy of the title 'nice,' and you-" I clenched my jaw for a moment, staring as the clouds mimicked the rolling dark waves of the ocean at midnight, "you are one in a billion, a diamond in the rough, a drop of water in a desert; you may be the shadows but you are my sunlight. Who you were before Valorant doesn't matter, I know you seek answers and I understand how important this is to you and no matter what happens I'll support you in any way possible."

Omen stared at me and I wished deeply that I could read his emotions as his gaze pierced my skin like one of Reyna's leers. At last, I felt him turn away and he leaned closer to me, bumping shoulders and I could feel the vibrations his figure let off, "Thank you."

I blinked, sensing the vibrations of our bodies harmonizing and becoming a dull, almost-silent humming as Omen calmed. If infinity was real and the world was as full of peril as it was now in a hundred million years, I would gladly spend it with him, in every universe, no matter how it ended up.

[mezzy-1]

Asks (For Now)

Ask box is open come get your Valorant content. I'm gonna see where this goes bc I ain't ever officially done this but had fun doing an ask once.

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[breadcheese444]

Cheers to the New Year

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[breakingb4tz]

recent pages from my new sketchbook !!! mostly one piece ..

[adarlingmess]

"𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐤, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚."

Something sweet, suggestive and self-indulgent before I start another work week. 👀

[faerbloom]

valorant oc !!! more doodles

[stellaris-archivum]

a vampire x vampire hunter au with my valorant oc because my brain is rotting over this idea for the longest time

notes:

self insert, original female character

hunter! oc x vampire! chamber

amihan is 32 years old, vincent (chamber) is about a century old

not beta read

a tentative idea, but it could be changed later on. it's 1am, im tired, but i really want to write this down because it has been CONSUMING ME

possible (very briefly mentioned) vampire hunter lore here that will be explored if i do write it down as a series

amihan can be y/n?????

"A pleasant surprise, good to see you made it in time, chèrie." An impish grin greeted her upon her arrival, his gelled, swept-back hair glistened in the moonlight. "I have been waiting for you."

There's the grin she always loathed, the smooth, suavely voice that she always grinded her gears. For the countless encounters they've had, it almost became a routine. For the hunter and solar sorcerer Amihan Mendoza to find one of the most powerful vampires in Quebec in this specific spot is no lucky chance—their connection was of uncanny circumstances. Fighting through patterns, through repetition, they just found themselves within the vicinity of one another; every other night without fail. Amihan stood within the trees, leaves, tree bark and stems underneath her feet. She scoffed, "You know I wouldn't miss the chance to finally killing you, Vincent."

"Vincent? Please, no need for such formalities." His sharp fangs poked out just enough for her to see as he grinned, standing tall atop a red maple tree. Amihan has always found it odd—no, weird to see the vampire in such a... convoluted type of clothing. It is the 21st century, people wore casual clothing and not, well, whatever Victorian era corpse he stole his outfit from. A lot of the vampires that she had hunted and killed lately were dressed within the century in order to blend in with the crowd but for some reason, Vincent the Vampire simply refused to get with the times. She couldn't really say if it was worse or not, but she absolutely disliked the fact that it actually suited him. Like actually looked good on him. For a vampire as old as he was, Amihan could never imagine anything else in his person other than expensive garments and frilly shirts. "Mon chou, it is rude to stare."

"I'll stare whenever I damn want and however long," she spat, folding her arms unamused. "And how do you want this to start, hm? I believe it's about time you make the first move."

"Dear god, mon chasseur," he snorted, "I am your prey! Do you truly expect that I will make the first move? I may be a savage, yes, but I am also a gentleman. Ladies' first."

"A gentleman or a coward?" Her sharp eyes stared up at him with the same old scowl. Was it growing deeper with the distaste she had for him? Maybe, but she was definitely curious to see if she could get him to move first. "I don't see why you shouldn't make the first move—this is a one-time offer, buddy. I reckon don't waste it."

"Is that a taunt? How cute."

"I'm just saying that if you don't move through your entire character then maybe you're not a true gentleman after all." The hunter shrugs rather dismissively. "Ladies' first, sure. But don't you think it's quite rude to have the woman do all the work? I believe for the 5 months I've hunted your elusive ass, I have done most of the initiating. It's about damn time you do so now, don't you think?" Amihan kept her dull, brown eyes on him. She wanted him to get annoyed, slighted. Out of all the vampires he had hunted, he seems to be the most elusive, most intelligent, and the most eerily humane. Upon observation during their past encounters, this vampire seems to be the only one who was thinking rationally. It wouldn't be too bad to try and take that away from him, right? Startle, confuse, overcome—that was the way to go. Would she win against him this time?

The vampire seemed to think about what she had said though, and he seemed to be a little conflicted. She definitely got him there where she wanted him. There was a stir in his mind, he couldn't care less who initiates and who doesn't; he was just trying to survive! Well, there were a lot of similar individuals in a similar situation as he, but they weren't as fortunate as he was (he did think they were imbeciles for being caught and killed like that and like before, that was not his problem). His only concern was to survive, nothing more, but for the past 5 months he did find the hunter's unrelenting resolve as something that was fascinating. As he was quite the annoying vampire to hunt and as well as the most rational, most hunters have died in the belief that he was like his feral brethren—moving solely to quench their thirst for life. Other hunters had escaped, other hunters found him difficult to contain and had given up trying.

But not Amihan.

Every other day without fail? It was only something Amihan could do. The way that she was the only one to have ever figured out his routine and had been continually meeting him here in this exact same spot, it had caught his attention and interest. His curiosity could only grow and eat him in sorry frustration as she would most likely kill him if he ever came close. What would her blood taste like, how would his skin glide to the shape of her nape? Just the mere thought of it made his mouth water but he was immediately dragged away by her voice, taunting, telling him to come closer...

"Come on," Amihan said in boredom, "Move."

For a second, his rationality slipped at the most crucial moment, finding himself right in front of her, nose touching, breaths mingling—the wind howled coldly through the trees and forests of Quebec as the space between them became occupied in a matter of seconds. His eyes were locked in one spot on her body. The nape—his mouth started to water again, his teeth felt itchy, painfully trying and wanting to sink into her flesh, slowly consumed by the thought of it.

Bite. Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink—

The hunter's victorious grin was such an eerie sight that was immediately forgotten by the sudden, overwhelming pain that flared up his body.

"Dimwit," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I've finally caught you."

[khaosssss]

More doodles!!!!!!! I have. So much art of them. Also yes I did draw them bodyswapped before already SHUT UPPPPPP !!!!!11!1!1!1!11!!!! /J

[starberryshuu]

S & M

A Study in Sadism: The Julie Torment Chronicles

Julie should have known.

Should have.

The moment Yoru cracked a smirk. The second Iso leaned back, arms crossed, watching her too intently. The instant Chamber gave her one of those lazy, knowing smiles.

She should have run.

But no. Foolish, unsuspecting Julie stood her ground.

And now, she was suffering.

It all started with Chamber’s merciless French.

He had caught on.

Julie, despite pretending otherwise, was starting to understand it.

The moment she flinched at his "mon cœur", the man knew.

And what did he do?

He used it.

Mercilessly.

Everywhere.

At breakfast:

“Ah, mon trésor, you will pass me the sugar, yes? Ah—no need to pout. You look absolutely charming when flustered.”

During training:

“Your form is wrong, ma chérie. Here, let me fix it.”

Hand gliding over hers. Breath too close to her ear.

“Relax, let me take care of you.”

Then there was Yoru.

Julie had once, in a moment of weakness, told him that she didn’t understand flirting.

A mistake.

Because now, he would randomly flirt with her just to watch her short-circuit.

Worse? It was always so deadpan.

Casual. Effortless. Like breathing.

Julie, minding her own business, walking down the hall—

"Hey, Julie. Looking good today."

She tripped.

Yoru, walking past like nothing happened, hands in pockets, as if he didn’t just cause her soul to leave her body.

The worst part?

He never laughed.

Never smirked.

Just walked away like it was nothing.

Like he didn’t just throw her entire equilibrium into chaos.

And then—

ISO.

The quiet assassin with the sharpest tongue.

Iso wasn’t loud about it.

Oh no. He was surgical. Precise.

Where Yoru thrived on delivery and Chamber leaned into luxury-level torment, Iso?

He simply observed.

And then struck.

Julie, after barely surviving a day of Chamber’s “mon cœur, mon trésor, ma vie” and Yoru’s "Damn, looking good today."

She sat down. Exhaled. Safe—

“Your ears turn red when you’re flustered.”

Julie froze.

“...What?”

Iso took a sip of his tea. Didn’t even look up.

“I noticed. When you get flustered, your ears heat up first.” A pause. “Then your cheeks.”

Julie was petrified.

How did he—

“I also noticed,” he continued, so casually, “that when you get overwhelmed, you rub your thumb over your ring finger.”

Julie yanked her hands away like they’d betrayed her.

Yoru smirked. “Hah. True.”

Chamber chuckled.

Julie screamed internally.

And the worst part?

The worst part?

They were enjoying themselves.

Sadists.

All of them.

******************************

Luca, the Rookie Sadist

Luca had been watching.

Observing.

Studying.

Because Julie was interesting.

Too interesting.

The way she flustered so easily. The way she stammered through compliments. The way she refused to make eye contact when she was being teased.

And the way those three bastards—Chamber, Yoru, and Iso—had been taking full advantage of this fact.

Luca was new.

Relatively.

Which meant he had catching up to do.

And he refused to be left behind.

So, he tested the waters.

Little things.

Sitting too close.

Brushing past her a little too intentionally.

Leaning in just enough to watch her gulp.

And then—

He made his first mistake.

He got cocky.

He decided to whisper in her ear.

Like Chamber did.

And it backfired.

Horribly.

The Scene of the Crime:

The shooting range.

Julie had finally landed a clean shot after suffering through Chamber’s “training.”

She celebrated.

Small fist pump. Soft smile.

And Luca saw an opening.

He leaned in. Close.

Too close.

And whispered—

"Nice shot, bella."

And—

Julie.

JUMPED.

Spun around so violently she almost whacked him in the face with the gun.

Luca dodged.

Barely.

Barely.

But the damage was done.

Because Julie was not used to this.

Not from him.

She turned bright red.

Could not compute.

And then—

She fled.

Full-on, turned around and ran.

She ran.

From him.

Luca stared.

Chamber laughed.

Yoru smirked.

Iso sipped his tea and shook his head.

"Idiot."

The Aftermath:

Luca, confused.

Frustrated.

Determined.

Because how had that worked on her?

How had she—

“You are a fool.”

Chamber, smug, sipping his espresso like a villain in a luxury suit.

Luca frowned. “What?”

“You rushed it.”****”

“…What?”

Yoru chuckled. “You went straight to the advanced course, dumbass. You didn’t ease her into it.”

“It’s like throwing a kitten into the deep end,” Iso added.

Luca scowled. “That makes no damn sense.”

Yoru smirked. “She’s already used to us. You? New player. She wasn’t expecting it.”

Chamber chuckled, setting down his cup.

"Besides... ‘bella’? Really?”

Luca glared.

"Shut up."

Chamber smirked.

"Touché."

And thus, Luca learned.

If he wanted to tease Julie, he had to be patient.

Because rushing the game?

Would only make her run.

***********************************

Luca’s Masochist Awakening

(Courtesy of Yoru’s “TURN JULIE INTO A YANKEE” Project)

Luca had never questioned what he liked.

Women? Gorgeous. Teasing them? Even better. Flirty banter? Top-tier entertainment.

And then—

Julie happened.

Shy, awkward, too-soft-for-this-world Julie.

And Yoru, being the absolute menace that he was, decided Julie needed a personality upgrade.

Thus, the “TURN JULIE INTO A YANKEE” project was born.

And Luca…

Luca was not prepared.

The Beginning of the End

Yoru had been drilling her.

“Speak with your chest, idiot.” ���Don’t look away when you insult someone. Hold eye contact.” “More venom. Again.”

Julie, bless her fragile, non-confrontational soul, had been struggling.

Until she wasn’t.

Until something snapped.

Until she actually started fighting back.

And Luca was the unfortunate idiot who provoked her at the worst possible moment.

The Scene of Luca’s Downfall

Julie had been practicing with Yoru.

Testing insults.

Yoru was grinning.

Chamber was amused.

Iso was silently enjoying the show.

And Luca, being the reckless fool he was, leaned against the table, smirked, and said—

“Oh? And what would you say to me, princess?”

He expected a stutter.

A shy little flustered mess.

A Julie™ reaction.

What he got was something else.

Julie turned.

Slowly.

Expression flat.

Eyes dark.

And then—

She stepped into his space.

Luca blinked.

Oh.

Oh no.

Why was she so close?

And then—

She tilted her head, smiled sweetly, and—

“Tch. Look at you. Useless.”

Useless.

Useless.

Useless.

The word rang in his head like a church bell.

Luca short-circuited.

His brain blue-screened.

His body did something strange.

A shiver.

A good shiver.

And—

Oh.

Oh no.

He liked that.

He liked that a little too much.

Julie huffed and turned away, completely unaware of the crisis she just caused.

But the others?

They noticed.

They all noticed.

Chamber smirked. “Mon dieu.”

Iso sipped his tea, highly entertained.

And Yoru?

Yoru had never looked so satisfied in his life.

He grinned.

“Hah. Look at that.”

He clapped a hand on Luca’s shoulder, shaking his head.

“Welcome to hell, dumbass.”

Luca groaned.

Because he just lost.

And Julie didn’t even know.

**************************

Luca’s Spiral into Madness

(A Tale of One Italian Man’s Downfall, Brought to You by a Formerly Shy Secretary Turned Menace)

Luca was not okay.

Ever since that day, things had changed.

For one—Julie stopped being scared of him.

Before, she would fidget and look away and turn into a flustered mess whenever he so much as smirked at her.

Now?

Now she didn’t even blink.

Now she fired back.

Now she insulted him.

And Luca…

Luca was realizing some things about himself.

The Relentless Teasing Continues

At first, it was Chamber, Iso, and Yoru.

They had been messing with Julie for months.

Casual teasing. Little jabs. Subtle mind games.

Now?

Julie was firing back.

And Luca, the newcomer, had been cocky enough to join in.

And that was his mistake.

Because now Julie knew.

She knew he had a weakness.

And like a true predator, she zeroed in.

And Luca was suffering.

The Day Luca Almost Cried (Almost)

It happened during lunch.

They were in the common area.

Everyone was chilling.

Julie was eating.

Luca, as usual, was being a menace.

He leaned over her shoulder, way too close, and purred—

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

A classic.

Tried and true.

Julie used to blush at lines like these.

Julie used to stammer.

Julie used to run.

But this was Yoru-Trained Julie.

And Yoru-Trained Julie did not run.

She turned.

Deadpanned.

And with the flattest voice imaginable, she said—

“Waiting for you to do something useful.”

Silence.

A long, painful silence.

The table exploded.

Chamber was wheezing.

Iso was laughing into his tea.

Yoru actually choked.

And Luca?

Luca was experiencing something deeply personal.

He felt it.

A shiver up his spine.

A heat in his chest.

A feeling he did not want to name.

Julie blinked at him.

Innocent. Clueless.

And then she just went back to eating.

Like nothing happened.

Like she didn’t just ruin his entire existence.

And Luca?

Luca had to sit down.

Immediately.

The Others Noticed.

Chamber leaned in, grinning.

“Are you blushing, mon ami?”

Luca scowled. “Shut up.”

Yoru smirked. “Oh, he likes it.”

Iso just hummed. “How embarrassing.”

And Julie?

Julie just blinked.

She had no idea what was happening.

She had no idea she just unlocked something in Luca’s brain.

But Luca knew.

Luca knew too well.

And he hated it.

…

…

…

(Or maybe he didn’t.)

************************************

The Day Luca Almost Resigned from Being Italian

Luca had faced many challenges in his life.

He had been chased by armed men in the dead of night. He had survived explosions that could have turned him into spaghetti sauce. He had been stabbed, shot, punched, and left for dead more times than he could count.

And yet—

Nothing had prepared him for Julie.

Not Yoru’s punches. Not Brimstone’s lectures. Not Phoenix’s endless energy.

Because at least those made sense.

Julie?

Julie was a mystery.

Julie was a menace.

And today?

Today, Julie was his worst nightmare.

It Started Innocently Enough.

He had made a simple comment.

A casual tease.

Nothing malicious.

Nothing too bad.

Just a simple—

“Julie, bella, you look like a lost kitten in all that gear.”

It was true!

Her helmet was slightly too big. Her uniform looked too stiff. And the way she was squinting without her glasses?

Adorable.

He had expected a blush.

A stammer.

Maybe even a huff.

What he got instead?

What he got instead was pure, unfiltered, weaponized Yankee energy.

Julie tilted her head.

She sneered.

And then—

With the confidence of a mafia boss about to destroy a rival family, she spat—

“Shut the hell up, you fucking soggy Italian sausage.”

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Silence.

Luca’s soul left his body.

Yoru froze mid-drink.

Iso’s eyebrows actually raised.

Chamber just grinned like a man who had been waiting for this moment his entire life.

And Julie?

Julie just stood there.

Looking down at him.

Like he was nothing.

Like he was dirt under her boot.

Like he was a plate of overcooked pasta.

And then—

She continued.

“I don’t take insults from an overgrown olive.”

“Shut up, you undercooked pizza crust.”

“You are the reason Italians cry in the kitchen.”

“You limp spaghetti excuse of a human.”

“You walking garlic clove.”

“You fucking boot-shaped country citizen.”

Luca staggered.

He physically staggered.

His entire heritage was under attack.

His ancestors were rolling in their graves.

And the worst part?

Julie looked bored.

She yawned.

She popped her knuckles.

And then, with a final blow, she said—

“…You know what? I take it back. You’re not even a soggy sausage. You’re a wet breadstick.”

Luca almost fell to his knees.

The Aftermath.

Chamber had to leave the room because he was laughing too hard.

Iso muttered, “Tragic.” and took a sip of his tea.

Yoru?

Yoru had never been prouder.

And Luca?

Luca just sat there.

Questioning his entire existence.

Was he even Italian anymore?

Did he even deserve pasta?

Did he even deserve to say ‘Mamma Mia’ ever again?

Julie had destroyed him.

And the worst part?

She walked away like nothing happened.

Like he wasn’t having a full-blown identity crisis.

And Luca?

Luca just watched her go.

Completely.

Utterly.

Devastated.

...

Luca was not devastated.

Luca was ENRAPTURED.

Because who the hell talks like that?

Who casually dismantles a man’s entire nationality and then just walks away like they didn’t just rewrite history?

Who stands there, in all their pint-sized fury, and calls a full-grown Italian man a soggy sausage with the conviction of a war general?

Julie.

Julie fucking did.

And Luca?

Luca was not devastated.

Luca was in awe.

Luca was in love.

This tiny secretary-turned-“PMC” had flipped a switch in his brain.

Where Yoru and Iso took pleasure in making Julie suffer—

Luca had just discovered the sweet, intoxicating bliss of being absolutely ruined by her.

And he wanted more.

He wanted her to do it again.

She could call him a burnt lasagna. She could call him a moldy parmesan wheel. She could call him a goddamn expired can of tomato sauce.

And Luca?

Luca would thank her for it.

His great-grandfather’s ghost was probably screaming. His ancestors were weeping. The entire country of Italy might have disowned him.

But fuck it.

Luca was down so bad.

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Learning Their Language (Valorant X Reader)

The protocol is about as international as it gets, and although most of them are bilingual there can be a bit of a language barrier.  You and your S/O decided to practice a bit of their native language so you could.  (I’m bilingual in Spanish so everything else me actually learning words, so it may not sound like a native speaker).  Like, reblog, and comment pls :) Special thank you to @darthladyofillusions for help translating the Turkish and Japanese!

Gekko - Spanish 

“Oye Y/N, que onda?” Gekko asked as he entered the lounge and sat next to you on the sofa

“Nada, estoy ehh… I’m just sitting here. I don't really know how to say that yet…” you trailed off with a bit of a weak laugh 

“Y/N, don’t worry about it.  It’s good that you can understand when I’m saying hi.”

“But I want to know more…”  you paused and looked at him, then an idea struck

“You could teach me, you and I spend so much time together and it isn’t like it would be studying in school.”

Gekko stared back at you for a couple of seconds and then sat up quickly

“I’d totally teach you Spanish Y/N!”  His excitement matched yours, and a wide grin spread across his face

A few weeks went by between you and him doing the basics of Spanish.  Practicing phrases for callouts helped a lot for the field, but even simple responses like ‘de acuerdo’ or ‘un poquito’ became more common for you

During a particularly slow day, Brimstone called a meeting.  Gekko and you sat together as usual

Part way through the meeting, Gekko whispered ‘Creo que vamos a morir en esas sillas.  Seremos esqueletos secos cuando Brim esta terminado.’

You understood his joke clearly and stifled your laughter the best you could.  Gekko had made a habit of telling jokes in Spanish for only you and him

Unless of course Reyna was in the room, at which point she’d join in.  Reyna’s Spanish was quicker than when Gekko spoke to you, but you had learned to pick out a few words

“Dime Gekko, ¿qué quieres comer anoche?  We got some skirt steaks in so we can make some ar-achera.” you looked over at Gekko, a puzzled expression on his face

“Como?  Que dijiste Y/N”

“Arachera?...”

“You aren’t rolling the R in ‘arrachera’ right.  Say it like this: Arrr-A-che-Ra.”

“Ar. A! Ara!”  You tried to pronounce it the same way he did but just weren’t used to making that sound

“Well do you have any advice on how to roll an R?”

“Just put your tongue on the roof of your mouth.” he replied, taking a step closer to you while you tried to pronounce it correctly

“Como eso amor.” he leaned in and kissed you softly 

“On the top of the mouth, Y/N.  If you can kiss, you should have no problems with saying it right.”

“Fue incredible…” you whispered as he pulled back.  Gekko was blushing as much as you were and giggled quietly

The rest of the evening was spent grilling, cutting vegetables, and making crude jokes in Spanish

Wingman nearly ran away with some of the plated arepas you and him had made.  After rescuing them, you had your dinner together

“Oye Mateo,” 

He looked up mid bite 

“I never got to thank you for how much you’ve done for me.  Muchísimas gracias a todos.  Y tu sabes eso, pero te amo.  Eres mi querido.” you worried you sounded too much like a telenovela but caught Gekko smiling

“De nada Y/N.  Eres el amor de mi vida  también.”

Chamber - French 

“Bonsoir Y/N, ça va?”  Chamber called to you from behind right as you entered the workshop 

“I don’t know what you just said Vincent.  I can only understand when you speak English.”

“But Y/N, you could learn.  After all, you’d have the finest tutor in all of France to teach you.”  Chamber moved closer and looked over your shoulder as you began to disassemble a pistol

“You’d actually teach me?” you asked, trying to fight the urge to turn around and meet him face to face

“Certainly Y/N.  For two people to share a language is a wonderful thing.  They work better together and they become so much closer”

His offer got the better of you, and you relented.  You turned to face him as he stood up and met your stare

“I’ll do it then.  Especially if it means we can spend a little more time together.”

Chamber adjusted his glasses and smiled.  “Magnifique Y/N.”

For the next couple of weeks you met with Chamber whenever you could.  Lessons tended to be something you looked forward to

“Non, non, Y/N.  It would be a travesty for you not to assist on le mission.  Je m’ennuie à mourir sans toi.  Tu es beaucoup trop amusant pour partir.”  

“Je le pense aussi, but do you think I’d just get in the way?  I thought you’d be solo on this one.”

“Y/N,” Chamber affixed his glasses and studied your hesitancy, “J'adorerais ta compagnie Y/N.”

The mission was a strike on some Omega agents in the Pyrenees range.  After some light exercise and carefully placed shots, you and him retired to safehouse in the mountains

“Ah Y/N, puis-je vous offrir quelque chose à boire?  Txakoli ou Sauvignon Blanc?” Chamber lifted two bottles for you to decide on

“Je voudrais le blanc, s’il vous plait.” you added on extra politeness knowing it would impress Chamber.  Plus going with a French wine would make him proud

“A good choice,” he replied while pouring your glasses.  “Es-tu installé confortablement?”

“Oui, but I have to wonder why we have a wine selection at a safehouse.” you slyly asked.  Chamber gave you knowing glance

“Unless, someone went to great lengths for some time together.  Avez-vous prévu cela?”

“Peut-etre.” Chamber answered, feigning ignorance and peering at his wine glass.  His eyes mischievously darted to you

“You know…while I’ve been learning French, I never did learn how to say something I always wanted to learn.”

“Quoi?  And that would be?”  Chamber inched closer to you set his glass down

“Kiss me.” you answered, leaning towards him and gazing into his enthralling eyes

“Embrasse-moi.” Vincent whispered before taking his opportunity.  He held your head and kissed you gently

After a while, you found yourself resting across Chamber’s chest.  You looked up at the agent and caught him smiling down at you

“Je t’aime.” you quietly spoke

“Je t’aime aussi, Y/N.”

Fade - Turkish

It was getting late in the night and you were headed towards your room

“Hey, Y/N.”  Fade’s voice made you jump and you turned to see her leaning against the wall just out of sight

“Merhaba…” you groaned absent-mindedly.  The lack of sleep was finally catching up to you 

“What was that? Y/N Türkçe mi öğreniyorsun?” her typical scowl replaced with deep interest

“I mean, only a little.  I don’t know if I’ll keep doing it though.”

“...Well I could offer a few minutes every so often.  İlgini çeker mi?

“E-Evet.  Tesekkurler Fade!” despite your exhaustion, you still had trouble sleeping that night

The following couple of nights you spent in Fade’s room with a cup of tea and a few notes you scribbled down

Most of the practice was just chatting together about life at the protocol and the day to day

“… Üç saatlik sorguyu izlemem gerekti. Üç saat.”  Fade too a long sip of çay and laid back on a pillow

“Really, 3 hours and nothing?  That must have been boring.”

“Türkçe Y/N.” She chided

“Uzgunum!  Ne kadar sıkıcı!”  You quickly corrected yourself and adjusted your seat

“Anyways Y/N, Günün nasıldı?” Fade reclined back and trained her gaze on you

“Ughh, tipik.  Keşke yapacak daha çok şeyim olsaydı.” you lamented.  

“I can lend you a few books. İster misin?”  Fade picked a few hard cover books from her nightstand and offered them to you

Almost half asleep, you took one and looked it over the summary.  Despite the 

“Uykum geldi Hazal, I’m gonna head over to my…room.”  You yawned and drowsily made your way towards the door but fell asleep where you were. 

Fade moved over to you and placed on of her blankets over you.  She stood, captivated by how peacefully you slept

The following morning you woke up in her room and began to make your way to your own

“Günaydın.” Fade had caught you once more while you tried to quietly exit.  In her hands was the book she gave you last night

“Unuttum! Thank you for reminding me.” you took the book back and set it your room

You met Fade outside your room after your morning routine.  Both of you had the day off, so spent it together

You’d chat in Turkish about plans and privately made arrangements to meet together outside for çay after most of the protocol went to sleep

 Most of the day was gossipping in Turkish and sharing stories from before the protocol.  Fade’s were usually dramatic considering her history, yours were a little more uplifting

Once the moon was hanging over the headquarters, you crept quietly to the spot with freshly made çay 

“İyi akşamlar Y/N.” Hazal greeted you with a slight smile.  “Otur Y/N.”

Taking a seat next to her, you began to sip your tea and chat with Hazal about how much things had changed for the both of you since joining Valorant

By the time the tea was finished, you had your head rested on Hazal’s shoulder while she held your hand

A thought crossed your mind

“Hey Hazal, Türkçe’de…I love you, nasıl denir?” you grinned as the words left your mouth 

Her eyes drifted towards you and she raised an eyebrow.  Her green and blue eyes studied your growing apprehension

Without warning, she took hold of the back of your head and pulled you in close

Her kiss was impulsive and quick, and she held you gently as if trying to shield you from the surrounding darkness

When you broke the kiss, your face was flushed with surprise.  The night air felt twice as cool against the warmth in your cheeks

“Seni seviyorum, Y/N.” 

Yoru - Japanese

“Oi, Y/N, pass me the wrench.”  Yoru had his face buried in his bike as usual, and you were helping out and catching up

“Hai douzo…” you muttered.  Yoru grabbed a hold of it and began fastening something, then stopped

“Did you just speak fucking Japanese?” He sat up, almost hitting his head on the exhaust pipe and looked at you with suspicion

“I did, so what?” you replied.  Yoru was always saying something in Japanese, so you decided to learn what you could 

“And why did you decide to learn Japanese, out of all of the languages to learn?”  Yoru leaned on the bike

“ Betsu ni.” you shot back nonchalantly before folding your arms and smugly grinning at Yoru

“Well you’re sort of shit at it.”  Yoru enjoyed the sudden embarrassment and doubt you felt before making his final move

“Komatta koto ga attara kike ne.  Just make sure your questions aren’t annoying.  Wakatta?”  His attempt to seem uncaring was outweighed by his offer

A few weeks went by of you and Yoru throwing barbs at each other in Japanese or just exchanging short phrases

“Yoru-kunnn…” you purred.  It was just you and him in the locker rooms and you were being a little adventurous with new honorifics

“Y/N.  Ima nan to itta?”  Yoru twisted around with a scowl forming while one eyebrow lifted

“Oh, nothing.  Trying out some more words, Yoru-kun!” 

Yoru took a deep breath and sighed.  

“It’s dumb as hell to use that outside of Japan.  Nobody uses it outside of businessmen trying to kiss someone’s ass and people who don’t know better.”

“Ja dou yobou ka?”  If he wasn’t gonna use it, you’d go with something else to call him.

“Ore no namae de kimatteru da.  Same as you Y/N.” Yoru began combing his hair and dressing into some casual clothing

“Fine then, I’ll use something else.  Yatsu work for you?”

Yoru was almost proud of you for that

“Anata wada warugaki.”

More weeks passed by with you learning some more obscenities from Yoru.  His days of crime taught him an assortment of terms you eagerly applied to your own learning

Soon, you and him were assigned to break into a building and sabotage some equipment

Once you were done, you and Yoru were free to enjoy yourselves 

“Got any plans for us Y/N?”

“Tokunai nai.”

“Good.  Come with me then.”  He pushed past you and grabbed your hand.  Before you knew it you were traveling through his rift

Suddenly, you found yourself on a rooftop overlooking the city.  Yoru teleported behind you holding some bags and taking a seat on the ledge

“Come on Y/N, food’s gonna get cold.”

“Arigatuo Ryo.” 

Steam drifted from the udon as you held it for warmth against the cold night.  Yoru took notice and moved closer without a word

“Hey Yoru, Kisusuru no mi wa nandesu?” you asked while resting your head on his shoulder

Yoru froze for a second, you felt him tense his arm ever so slightly.  His eyes moved over to you and a small smirk began to form on his face

“Mou ikkai ie, Y/N.”

Beginning to answer, “Kisusuru no-” 

Yoru pressed his lips to yours and passionately kissed you.  It was as if he had been waiting an eternity to do it 

Your arm snaked around his waist and he did the same to you.  Warmth from him eased your shivering against the wind

He broke off the kiss and gazed into your eyes.  You couldn’t tell if the blushing was coming from excitement or the cold

“Imi wa kore da yo.  But do you know the meaning of aishiteru, Y/N?”

“Anata no koto daisuki.” left your mouth instinctively

Yoru and you watched the lights of the city together for the rest of the night

Sova - Russian 

“Horosho Y/N, excellent marksmanship!” Sova’s applause was worth every extra hour  of practice at the range

“It was your advice that helped the most.  Thank you again for the lessons!” Sova took your rifle as you thanked him 

“Sova, I have a bit more to ask.  Just a little favor, but only if you feel like it!” you instantly realized how much you were over clarifying

“You always have my help, Y/N.  What is it you would like?”

“Can you teach me some Russian?  I always hear you speaking it and I thought it would be fun to learn it.” 

“That would be wonderful!” Sova’s eyes lit up in excitement.  Later he brought you a small book, a Russian language manual

“I had a few books delivered here from the mainland.  Vam eto nravitsya?”

“Konechno, spasibo!” you quickly thanked him with the Russian you had practiced

You and Sova took turns trying out words in conversation.  It was a little intimidating, but his encouragement got you through the embarrassment

“Kharoshaya rabota!” “Vpechatlyayushchaya!” “Chudesnyy!” 

You and him started to meet for occasional chats in Russian, usually starting with a compliment on something 

This eventually continued over into missions, where you and him would use Russian because it was quicker

“Y/N!  Zaryadite seychas!” Sova yelled while aiming a recon arrow.  You stampeded in and dispatched the hostile agents with his help

After recovering from the fight, you and him were together in the lounge and chatting in a mixture of Russian and English

“Oh, I almost forgot!  Imeyte eto!” Sova passed you another book, a copy of your favorite book but in Russian print

“My mozhem prochitat' eto vmeste.”  Sova was softly smiling and seemed lost in how happy he had made you

You practically crushed him with a hug.  You buried your face into his sweater before pulling him onto the couch

Opening the book, you flipped through the pages to the front and found the start of the first chapter.  Noticing the cover was loose, you adjusted it and your eye caught something

In elegant cursive was written: ‘ya lyublyu tebya, Y/N’ hidden away under the cover.  Curious as to what it was, you asked Sova

“Ah, я ne dumal, chto ty skoro eto zametish'!” he was blushing and nervously twisted a strand of blonde hair

“Sova, chto eto znachit?” you asked, puzzled

“It means, I love you.  Ty dlya menya vse Y/N.” 

You decided to try some Russian you had learned for a moment just like this

“Potseluy menya.” you leaned in and Sova did as well

You placed the book down and embraced Sova.  He was warm, and the comfort you felt in his arms was akin to sitting near a fireplace

Sova’s kiss was strong, but gentle.  His calm demeanor and tendency to take his time made the moment seem to last forever

“Я tozhe tebya lyublyu.” you whispered into his ear

Neon - Tagolog

“Kamusta ka Y/N!” Neon’s infectious energy broke through the boredom of filing a battle report

“I’m alright,” you put the report down and figured it was complete enough, “what about you?”

“Just trying to kill time.  You still have the copy of that comic I lent you?  Phoenix wanted a copy so…”

Rummaging through the books on your shelf, you pulled a volume from the collection.  A few books fell as you did so

Neon immediately went to help you place them on her shelf started replacing them.  She suddenly paused

“Y/N, is this a Tagalog learning manual?” she turned over to you and held the book up 

“-uh, yeah it is.  I may have picked it up after we started spending more time together.”  A sheepish look was your only defense

“You could’ve just asked me to teach you.  I mean I could totally do that if you’re interested…” Neon’s hair was beginning to stand on end as she waited for a response

“O pakiusap.” 

For a few days, you and Neon met together for lessons.  Of course it was mainly her correcting a few phrases while the two of you went for a run or chatted

She’d also drop a few new words in every time, mostly whenever you couldn’t remember one 

On a late morning jog, you and her took a rest on some of the benches inside the gym and caught up

“Pagod ka na ba?” Neon was already stretching her legs and retying her shoes

“Ilang lap pa?” you sputtered out, still catching your breath.  You loved running with her, but she never got tired 

“Eh, who cares anyway.  Anong gagawin mo ngayong gabi?”  Neon asked, taking a moment to crack her shoulders and neck

“Bukas na ang gabi ko.” Normally you had a few plans with other agent, but tonight you were all hers

“Agh!” Neon winced.  “Y/N, you mind getting this one spot on my shoulder?  Sobrang sakit.”

“O Tala,” you took a seat behind her and felt around her back until you touched the knot.  You took your elbow and pressed into it 

A shock shot through your body and sent you tumbling backwards.  As you regained your composure, Neon’s panicked eyes caught yours

“Patawad Y/N!” Neon cried.  She carefully helped you to your feet and offered her water bottle 

“Huwag mag-alala, it happens.” you had been shocked a few times before and Neon was always worried about you

“I- patawarin mo ako.  I shouldn’t be around you Y/N.” she apologized profusely and sprinted away to her room

Hours passed and Neon hadn’t left her room.  By mid-evening, you decided that she had spent enough time alone and knocked on her door

“TALA!!  Buksan mo ang pinto!” 

The metal panels slide apart and you entered.  Huddled in on her bed was Tala, hiding under her hoodie

“You shouldn’t feel bad Tala, ayos lang ako?” you gestured to yourself to emphasize 

“Hindi ko mapigilang gawin ito.”  Neon’s regret clung to each word, as she dug herself deeper into her clothes

You decided to use a trick you had absolute faith in to get her out of the pit she found herself stuck in

Neon reacted with surprise as you suddenly held her and kissed her.  She froze, arms raising to keep you away

Wrapping your arms around her, you ran your hands over her back gently.  Neon melted into you, but broke the kiss 

“Y/N, I-.”

“Huwag kang mag-alala,” you interjected, “tumutok sa kung ano ang maaari nating kontrolin.”

Neon’s teary eyes were filled with a mix of hope and relief

“Salamat Y/N.  Paano ako makakabawi sayo?  Please, I can’t thank you enough!”

“Well, anong plano mo ngayong gabi?” you were going to make sure the night she planned didn’t go to waste

“I rented some movies, well Cypher pirated them for me.  Gusto mo silang panoorin magkasama?” she tapped finger nervously on her bed

“Of course!  Magugustuhan ko iyan!”  

With that, you and Neon spent most of the evening cuddled together in her room.  About half way through the second film, she leaned over to you and whispered

“Mahal kita Y/N.”