Valorant Agents As Cute Animals

Valorant Agents as cute animals ☺️

Sage Cat 🐱

Cypher Rat 🐀

Fade Raccoon 🦝

Omen Bear 🐻

“Mine’’

[Gekko/F!Reader] [Slight Yoru/Reader]

Words: 7.5K

Tags: Fluff, slight jealousy, boys being boys(?), technicality of the actual game because I really like Lotus, slow-burn.

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It is not often you get to warm up, or even begin to be friendly, towards new agents joining the protocol.

Obviously, it is not a matter as to who to blame, rather you don’t get the time to make acquaintances because of the tasks you are assigned most of the time. And when an opportunity arises, you don’t know if it’s worth the time.

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Hello I hope you’re having a good day/night!

Not sure if your looking for request or ideas but thought I’d throw this out there in case you are.

Yoru and reader who recently got together get into an argument because he hardly acknowledges her in front of the others. Reader thinks it’s because he is ashamed of her. While in truth Yoru is just anxious about getting teased or causing reader to have a bad reputation or anything like that.

Anyways reader goes on a mission a few hours later, still angry, and gets seriously hurt. Once Yoru finds out, he freaks out. Angst to hurt/comfort

If you don’t like this then that’s fine and I don’t blame you at all XD.

Are you KIDDING ME? I LOVE THIS IDEA. But damn, ya’ll like angst a lil too much it’s concerning. Thankfully I enjoy making them so that makes me worse. We’re all mentally ill here in the imkillerbae blog. And yes, I am looking for requests. Keep requesting!! It keeps me motivated.

Weak (Part 1) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

You picked your loadout for the mission, gripping the Vandal with so much force you can hear your gloves grinding against the metal, scratching the paint. You huffed and forced the clip inside the gun with a smack from your wrist, strapping it to yourself. Your eyebrows were still furrowed, ears almost releasing steam. Harbor and Viper look at each other, then back at you.

“Is everything alright kid?” Harbor asks with a smile, concerned. You blow your hair away from your face and clutch the gun tightly. “Yeah,” you spat.

Fuck Yoru. Fuck him. I hope he chokes on his own ego.

You thought it was a good thing, to leave for a mission carrying anger with you. You could’ve used it against the mirror agents, maybe shoot Yoru’s double in the head for good measure. But as fate would have it, that wasn’t the case.

A few hours ago, there was a mission briefing on the 3rd floor, in a large room with chairs placed around a long oval table. Large monitors were positioned on every side, as well as mission briefing papers. You were late because you had to attend to some personal needs of yours. Little did you know, the others that came too early were discussing something else.

“What did Brim say about Raze though?” You heard Phoenix ask. You hide behind the doorway and listen, smiling to yourself. You wanted to spook them.

“Well, let’s say that he wasn’t too happy at first. Not because he doesn’t support us, but because he doesn’t think it’s smart to have relationships with fellow agents. But of course, we know how much of a loverboy that old man is.” KJ giggled.

“Really? He’s not into us dating each other? That seems unfair.” Phoenix complains, and you can almost hear him pout. “It’s a big risk. A collapse in a relationship between people has a ripple effect. It’s not as linear as you think.” Sova comments.

“Well what about you and Y/N, Yoru? Does Brim know? At least he has a clue about me and Jett. Haven’t heard any comments though.”

As you heard that, you blushed. You and Yoru only started dating 2 weeks ago. Well, dating in its broadest sense. You and him shared mutual feelings for each other for a long time now, maybe even ever since you got into the protocol.

“Still below me in target practice? Cmon Y/N, I know you can do better,” he would tease, laying his elbow on your head just to further humiliate you with your shortness. You try to punch his side playfully, and he dodges, smirk getting wider.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face. You haven’t seen the last of me yet Yoru.” You rolled your eyes, smiling before turning to the range. “Wipe if off for me then,” he huffs, bending down and smiling to your face. You didn’t know whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Maybe a bit of both.

Somehow your banter turned into flirting, and before you knew it, he was confessing his love for you. That was two weeks ago, when you were both assigned to scout an area. You’ve known him for a while now, and you always knew him as curt and upfront. But that day, you saw him as someone who was shy, someone who was scared of his own heart.

“Sumanai. I don’t know why I feel this way, and I don’t wanna hassle you. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I love you Y/N. I love you.”

Most importantly, someone who gathered up the courage to be vulnerable enough to hand their heart to someone else.

“We’re not a thing,” Yoru replied coldly to Phoenix, and you heard your heart shatter from the piercing words.

“Huh? Wait I thought you two were dating,” KJ sounded surprised, mainly because you told her everything about you and Yoru. “No? We’re not dating, where did you even get that idea.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know? You guys are inseparable, you always look for each other, the nicknames? That kinda gave it away,” Phoenix reasons.

“Nope, nothing’s going on between us. Cmon guys, don’t be crazy.” You decided that you’ve heard enough and came out from behind the wall, smiling with gritted teeth. You didn’t see it, but Yoru tensed immediately as he heard you speak. You give them a smile, taking your seat next to Sova.

“Alright, ready up! Everyone take their seats,” Brimstone enters the room, Viper beside him. Sage was on vacation, you suddenly remember.

“Y/N?” KJ calls, eyeing you. Are you okay? She says with her eyes, and you nod. “Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to stir anything here. Was just curious, I swear.” Phoenix held his hands up as he sensed how tense Yoru was. He just made a huge mistake. He didn’t mean for you to hear those lies he made up.

He stood from his seat on the table to sit next to you but he was immediately stopped. “Gekko! Can you sit next to me please? I wanna play with Wingman before I deploy. To calm the jitters ya know?” You smiled at the green haired boy, and he eagerly smiles back. “Sure! Wingman likes you a lot anyways. Save me a seat buddy!” He releases Wingman, and he dashes across the table, saving the seat for Gekko. For a moment, you met eyes with Yoru, and he gave you a glare, while you returned it with a side-eye.

Yoru instead sits across you, but during the entire meeting, you did not look at him. You only hugged Wingman as he slept in your arms, listening to Brimstone and Gekko’s flustered mess of jokes. Yoru in turn just sat there, miserable, watching you flirt with a tennis ball. He wanted to kick Gekko’s head off his shoulders at that moment.

After the meeting, you immediately stood up from your seat (after excusing yourself from Gekko and Wingman of course) and quickly walked to the elevator, trying to avoid Yoru. He catches up with you as you enter it, pressing on the B1st floor button rapidly. As it closes, he slips in a teleportation orb in the elevator. And before you could blink, he was already towering over you.

“Don’t talk to me,” you spat, glaring at him with so much anger you could burn a hole in between his eyes. Your eyes watered as you glared, fists clenched and ready to hit him if he ever took a step closer. His look softens. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

“Y/N, listen—”

“Listen? Seriously?! I listened plenty an hour ago! ‘We’re not a thing,’ then what are we? What am I? Some sort of toy you play with when it’s convenient?”

“No you’re not. Listen, I didn’t want them to know—”

“I know damn well why. I’m not as strong as Skye, or as pretty as Neon. I’m the girl you settled for. I’m not enough to inflate that huge ego of yours.”

“What?” Now he was also getting angry, the blood rising from his neck. “Hang on, what the fuck are you implying? That I’m ashamed of you?” His voice rises, a fist landing above your head with a loud bang. You flinch, but don’t let it show.

“As if that wasn’t obvious already. You barely acknowledge me anytime we’re with the others but morph into someone else when we’re alone. Someone I don’t even think exists anymore.” You held back your tears as best as you can, voice quivering.

“You’re crazy,” Yoru accuses, and you gasp. The nerve of this asshole!

“Crazy? That’s rich coming from someone who confessed one minute and the next, he pretends I don’t exist.”

“When did this become about me? I’m trying to explain—”

“It’s always been about you! You, you, you! You’re selfish, egocentric and fucking heartless! I can’t even understand how you say ‘I love you’ without knowing the meaning of the word.” You snap at him, breathing hard.

He stares at you, eyes dark and clouded. He slowly retracts his arm and backs away from you, standing with closed fists. His blood was boiling in his head, he wanted to yell back. But he loved you too much to say anything hurtful. Why couldn’t you see that? And did you really see him that way?

The elevator chimes, and the door opens. It hangs there for a while until he spoke. “Fine. Think whatever the hell you want. I don’t care.” He says with gritted teeth. He quietly steps out of the elevator, leaving you there, silently weeping.

why did valorant france make chamber look all disheveled like that...

omg, I adore your fic!! it was such a nice read. felt so bad for yoru though 😭😭 justice for him

“Redemption”

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Yoru/Reader] [Gekko/Reader]

Words: 2.6K

Tags: Fluff, Jealousy, Cheating (Sorry Gekko), Introspection.

(Okay, this is long overdue and my partner gave me this idea so im sorry for the gekko lovers out there!!!

This two-shots can be taken as individuals stories or a continuation if you'd like. Is up to you!

The third part will a lil bit longer and to spicy things up it will have the nsfw part for the yoru lovers! :])

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Having no family, friends nor prospects of a lover in Yoru's life made things easier to deal with when the First light happened.

He expected to die, to burn with the rest of the world and disappear as if his life were the flame of a candle, snuffed out of existence and into oblivion—but none of it happened. There was crushing pain and muffled screams while his body morphed and reconstructed times and times again for a new host.

The alterations on his body were an afterthought though, too caught up with the sudden rush of memories from a time he doesn't remember living and powers only he could barely understand. 

There were samurais, there were katanas, people just like him riding horses into the woods and hollering in victory as another battle had been won. 

And then, he saw himself with a wooden mask, a reflection from a broken mirror and distorted with time, fusing until there was only one left: him, standing alone and heaving puffs of breath with difficulty while regaining consciousness.

The mask that was given to him, popping into existence and onto his bare hands, proves that whatever dreamspace he went into was real.

Was it on purpose, or an accident? Not having a clear answer as to the whys and whats, he decides to carry it and use it to chase after its purpose.

The powers that were handed to him, to his relief, compliments how he strides in life now: with carefulness and abrasiveness.

It keeps him safe, in some sort of way, to distance himself from the whole world and out of the spotlight with the many risks it holds. Despite feeling like the main character with the many shit that happens often in his life, stepping down from the top is refreshing, a weight lifted off his shoulders, if you may. 

Because from afar things are easier to deal with.

And it was supposed to be like this, for the rest of his life. Being a loner was his trademark, an asshole to the core and hiding his true colors from everyone’s sight. The purpose of the mask became a secondary thought after the many months roaming the world in search of a truth he couldn't see; and fleeing from everyone began to be his main characteristic instead of his abilities.

No one would be able to hurt him if he escapes from confrontation, and no one would be able to break through his self-imposed walls if he never faces them.

He would not be vulnerable in front of anyone for as long as he lives.

Until you came through. 

Is funny, though, how things developed until his feelings weren’t able to be fooled. Yoru has tried many times to distance himself from your being, impossible to do if you were often forced to interact thanks to Sage’s requests. Whether training or just doing some paperwork together, he inches closer to you despite the clash of his emotions and denial of his own affections.

But it’s not like he complains, although he’s made colorful nasty comments whenever you were in the vicinity as a way to keep you at arm's length, it was all a façade, a trick to keep you on your lane because, deeply, he enjoys your company to a fault.

And somehow, his actions never deterred you from striking conversation or just hanging out with him, despite the many obstacles he's put you through. Is almost like you don’t mind, like you understand the way he is without exposing himself, and he loves that.

He loves you.

You are not loud like Jett, nor as annoying as Phoenix. You are the middle ground where he can enjoy being with you without losing his composure and craves for your presence when you leave. And as much as he wants to avoid talking about what he really feels, there is a limit his emotions can handle until he bursts. 

“You are not the only one after them, rift boy.” 

Yoru should have taken those words more seriously if he wanted to pursue something with you. To approach you, to court you properly, to ask you permission to call you by your name in private, to ask for affection even if it embarrasses him.

Anything his culture taught him went straight down the toilet with one look at your eyes and soft smile, freezing him on the spot and making him unable to make a move on you. 

Whatever restraining he has is thinning the longer you talk to him, the more you worry for his well-being and look after him. You treat him with such care and love without disregarding or treating him as if made of glass, but with respect he thinks he deserves.

That only amos his need to kiss your stupid face until he feels like he can’t breathe anymore, perhaps take everything you can offer for him and give you everything that makes him Yoru. 

To give you the real person behind the mask, to give you Ryo, instead of Yoru. 

For heavens, he is smitten. He’s down bad bad. Phoenix would make fun of him and Jett would never let this die down if they were to know he’s been reduced to an enamored boy with your attention alone; but would understand where he's coming from. 

And with how bad he deals with his own emotions, Yoru thinks he would need all the help he can get to figure out how to transmit these feelings, and who’s better than his own comrades? Because, despite everything, they are his friends, right? He knows he doesn't need to say anything for them to notice how often he looks at you, how much he seems to crave your attention, how lost or upset he looks when you interact with others that aren't him.

But in the end, none of it was important anymore. 

You are Gekko’s, and Gekko is yours. 

When the news spread around the protocol, many reactions were found positive; some surprised him more than others, but the majority of the agents were encouraging of the relationship.

It was almost like the fraternization rule has been abolished or forgotten thanks to you two— but he thinks Reyna had something to do with it and her own relationship with Viper to make it advantageous for her protegé.

To his aid, and sympathetic as always, Jett was one of the few who didn't seem pleased with the newly couple, giving brief glances to his direction throughout the conversation unfolding at the meeting room and pursed lips whenever Gekko boasted about you.

Jett has made some sarcastic comments towards Gekko, but he knows she doesn’t wish him any ill and is only protecting Yoru from this enormous defeat.

She's pitying him, and it angers him that he cannot lash out and tell her to stop because he doesn't have the right. Jett has been nothing more than a good friend to him throughout the time he’s resided here, the least he can do is be neutral towards her reaction. There is nothing to be sorry about, and even if he was, which he isn't, it's entirely his fault for not shooting his shot on time.

However your relationship goes, it should be no longer of importance to him. And for that, distance should be made for him to move on and for you to go on with your life. 

Because from afar things get easier.

But you make things so hard to do.

“Yoru,” You call after him, waving slightly when he turns to the kitchen door, “I’ve made some dinner, would you like to eat with me?”

Is hard to say no to you. 

You chat to your heart's content, speaking about this and that with no restraint and running your mouth a mile an hour with no filter whatsoever.

That’s probably what he loves the most about you; the openness in your words and honest actions towards him, with no restriction.

It didn't help the fact that he knows you're not this open but with a few selected people in the protocol. And he, despite not caring at all about your relationship, knows that Gekko is not one of the few selected, but Yoru is.

He shouldn't feel proud of it because that is one side of you he gets to see but others don't. Gekko has the whole thing and it is a matter of time until your relationship develops to something more…intimate. Something beyond what he has with you.

Is painful to think about it. 

“Have you been good since our last mission?” you ask, blowing on your steamed rice. The duelist shrugs absently, toying with a piece of the stew on his plate. There is sadness in your voice, and he tries to suppress the guilt for ignoring you this long. “We…haven't talked since then. It's been quite a while.”

“I wasn’t injured badly,” he replies. “You, on the other hand, I don’t know how you’re standing without recoiling from pain.”

You laugh, a little nervous at his accusation, and his heart beats faster inside his chest, “Sage did a good job on me. But I still have some sore muscles and a few scars I won't get rid of. There is still some phantom pain, but I'm fine.”

“A few scars are normal.” He comments, eyeing your arm with the scarred skin. “It's hot.”

“Hm? What is?” 

Embarrassed, he coughs, “the food, uh, is kinda hot.”

“Oh! That can be solved.” Leaning in, you blow on the current serving on his fork, gentle, to not throw it off balance.

Yoru's breath gets caught on his throat, feeling his face warm at your actions. You smile at him, going back to your seat and wincing when a sudden burst of pain goes through your wrist.

“Sorry, I'm still not used to it.” You show him your arm, right where the worst of the wound had been healed. “The skin is still sensitive and sore, so it hurts a little sometimes.”

Grinning cheekily, Yoru leans, resting his head on his right hand. He knows this is a bad idea, “What, showing me this so I can kiss it better, little minx?”

Yoru wants to rip off his tongue, unable to keep his teasing for himself and regretting the words that came out of his mouth. The intention was never to suggest he do anything, but his mind twisted your action wrongly. You don't seem fazed, though.

“Oh! Can you do that?” Eager with the offer, you approach your chair next to his, invading his personal space and extending your arm to him. “I didn't know you had that kind of power.”

I don't, he wants to say, nervously looking between the offered appendage to your hopeful eyes. They are shining under the dim lights of the kitchen, awaiting for whatever miracle he is going to perform.

Yoru bites his lips, taking your hovering arm by the elbow and his hand intertwined with yours to keep it in place. 

This is wrong. This is wrong on so many levels, he fears anyone will walk in on this position and assume the worst from you, now that you are with Gekko. You don't seem to mind, acting as calm as possible while you wait for whatever Yoru is going to do.

It crashes on him how oblivious you can be sometimes.

“Yoru?”

Blinking owlishly, he leans in, lips brushing softly against the pulse of your wrist. You gasp when he kisses it, marveling at the delicate touch and swooning over something so simple like a little kiss from a comrade. 

When he backs away, he's met with your face inches closer to his, a soft blush spreading over both of your faces is impossible for him to not drown in the sight. 

Yoru gives into his wishes and closes the small gap, tasting your mouth against his for a brief second while chills run down his spine from the nervousness. Despite the food being salty, your lips taste like the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted in his life.

The kiss lasts like a lifetime, both of you melting into each other’s presence and taste, he can almost hear the fireworks bursting inside his chest when your mouths move together in this silent dance. You move your lips slowly and sensually, taking your time to map out every crevice of his mouth and giving him the chance to explore yours with the same intensity and want. 

Making some distance, he leans his head onto the other side, connecting your mouths again and deepening the touch until he feels his lips bruising. His hand finds your cheek, caressing your skin with tenderness, and holds you still. 

Your own hands travel up his neck slowly, feeling him shudder under your touch, and you hold his jaw gently to deepen the kiss. He shudders when he feels your other hand trace his arm slowly, from his elbow to his shoulder, rising goosebumps on its wake, and grabbing a fistfull of the clothing to ground yourself and deepen the kiss.

Is this what he's been missing out on? He questions himself, letting out a gasp when your hand tugs at the back of his hair. Is this what Gekko tastes everytime he kisses you?

Gekko...

Fuck.

Yoru takes distance so fast he thinks he might have gotten whiplash, finalizing the kiss begrudgingly and a panicked look on his face. His cheeks are still flushed after the make-out session, and that is such a sight for sore eyes in your opinion.

“Don't tell anyone about this.” he whispers, eyes looking down to your lips unconsciously. “I’m sorry.”

If you heard him, you don’t show signs of understanding. On the contrary, it seems that whatever trance he is under right now, it affected you as well.

Yoru backs away before he acts further without thinking; he's done enough of that already. 

Finishing the dinner is an easier task to do, to keep his mind occupied and not think about what the fuck he just did. Cleaning what's dirty is an excuse for him to not cross any words for the rest of the evening, too afraid you might ask him to never be close to you for his attempt. 

When he bids you goodbye, you smile softly and wish him a goodnight without mentioning what just happened. He is thankful for that, Yoru is not sure he is ready to process what he has just done.

The walk towards his room is quiet and quick, heart pounding inside his ribcage and a headache approaching with the promise of severing with how much he’s stressing over this.

Thinking about you, thinking about the issue with his feelings and the overall lack of restraint when it comes to teasing is giving him a hard time. The kiss made things harder to handle, because this act only severed things within your relationship with Gekko and himself.

Is it worth to keep holding onto this love when the person who should receive it is already in love with another man? Not to mention he just kissed you on purpose despite knowing you were taken already—no matter it was because of an impulse, the damage has been done and it was irreparable.

The answer used to be clear before this dinner. He was ready to give it up and move on, to embrace the fact that he lost despite realizing he didn't want to take that route.

The kiss gave him false hope and sealed his decision that he really didn't want to let go.

What a mess.