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for his eyes only. (18+)
pairing : iso x fem!reader
notes : no plot smut, established relationship, p in v, fluff fluff fluff >.<
Iso smirked as he admired two of the photobooth’s polaroids in his hand.
One for him to show off to his colleagues, and one for his eyes only.
The sensation was disorienting, as if reality itself had been folded and twisted, before finally snapping back into place. You and Iso found yourselves standing in a dimly lit storage room, the air heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten memories.
Your head spun with the abrupt transition, trying to make sense of the new surroundings. Iso’s concerned voice broke through the haze, his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury from the intense battle that had preceded your arrival.
“Y/N, you okay?” Iso’s tone was filled with genuine worry as he reached out to steady you, his touch grounding you in the unfamiliar space.
“Yeah, ‘s just a scratch…” you reassured him, mustering a weak smile to alleviate his concern.
“Alright, good,” Iso gave you a soft smile, “Let’s keep moving, ‘kay? We don’t want to linger here too long.” He suggested, his voice echoing in the stillness of the room.
With cautious steps, you pushed open the creaking door, expecting to find yourselves in the midst of chaos or an unknown landscape. Instead, what greeted you was beyond comprehension.
The storage room opened into a sprawling emporium, shelves lined with an array of peculiar trinkets. But what truly caught your attention was the sight of familiar faces plastered across the merchandise that adorned the walls. Looks like it’s a… Valorant merchandise store?
“Whoa… they’ve got merchandise… of us!” you exclaimed, disbelief colouring your voice as you took in the sight of life-sized cutouts and figurines bearing your likeness. More like, your omega counterpart’s likeness.
Iso followed your gaze, a bemused expression crossing his features as he processed the surreal scene before him. “Technically, it’s not us, bǎo bèi…”
You hurried towards the display, your eyes alight with excitement as you examined all the merch, which made a mischievous thought cross your mind.
“Look, Yuyu!” you called out, pointing to a pair of figurines that seemed to mirror the two of you. “It’s us! They even put us together, like a set!”
Iso couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him. A nagging question lingered in his mind— Did the existence of these figurines imply a deeper connection between the two of you in this alternate reality?
And, does that mean the both of you fuck in this universe too?
“I’m gonna take these home,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.
“Isn’t that stealing? Even my grandma said—” Iso’s protest was met with a dismissive wave from you. “They literally stole the radianites from our earth. This won’t hurt their pockets.”
Iso conceded, you’re right, they stole from us first. Then, a peculiar contraption caught Iso’s eye.
“Hey, would you look at that,” he remarked, gesturing towards a vintage photo booth tucked away in the corner of the room.
Intrigued, you joined him, curiosity piqued by the big box-looking machine. Iso’s gaze lingered on the faded advertisement featuring your Omega counterparts, with adorable animal filters on their faces.
“I wanna try it.” you said, excitement gleaming in your eyes.
“Go ahead—” he encouraged, but before he could react, you seized his hand and pulled him into the photobooth with you.
You excitedly played with the features on the screen, while Iso stood beside you, watching with adoration in his eyes.
“Yuyu, you need to lean down abit, you’re too tall!”
He chuckled, adjusting his position to fit in the frame.
Sitting beside you, Iso burst into laughter when the bunny filter appeared on his face which made his eyes look round with a fuzzy nose and bunny ears.
“Look at you! So adorable ~” you teased, unable to control your laughter.
He sighed, playing along with your silly antics. Whatever you say, princess.
As the camera snapped away, capturing silly moments frozen in time, you and Iso shared playful banter, making funny faces and striking ridiculous poses. Laughter filled the booth as you lost yourselves in the moment, forgetting the chaos of the world outside.
After the last picture was taken, you eagerly retrieved the photo prints from the machine, anticipation bubbling in your chest.
You giggled at the sight of grumpy Iso in one of the photos, adorned with cat ears and bright pink cheeks.
“Is that too funny for you, hm?” Iso teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before you could respond, he pulled you into a tight embrace, pinning you against the wall of the booth.
“Calm down, Yuyu!” you giggled, feeling his soft kisses trailing down on your exposed neck.
You gasped as Iso’s hand moved lower, moving your panties to the side, his index and middle fingers searching for your sweet spots.
“What if someone hears us—” you started, but Iso quickly cut you off with a reassuring whisper.
“The store’s closed, baby,” he murmured, pressing you closer to him. “No one’s gonna know.”
“So wet for me…” Iso smirked, his thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. You tried your best to hold out your moan but you couldn’t handle the pleasure, you threw your head against the wall of the limited space both of you were squeezed into.
You whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you in waves.
“Y/N—” his voice filled with longing, his desire, evident in every touch and every kisses. “‘Need you so bad, bǎo bèi…”
Iso pumped his cock a few times before inserting his tip along your wet folds. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck, slowly sinking his teeth into your skin as he tried his best to muffle his moans.
“Oh, so good for me…”
“Yuyu, I—”
Iso leaned back, making eye contact with you. “Look at me, bǎo bèi,” he said, his left hand reaching for your right cheek. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”
You nodded, while holding onto his neck as you let yourself succumb in pleasure.
Iso couldn’t remember the last time he felt this horny. The urge to fuck you dumb right there and then, and he thought he’s going insane. Well, he’s about to.
He began to thrust into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you usually like.
With your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, he’s impossibly deep inside your fluttering walls. His big hands palming your ass, almost covering them completely while his grip doesn’t falter, strong arms never getting tired.
Wet slapping sound with each thrust filled the room, your fluttering lips hugging each inch of his dick.
“You’re taking me so good, bǎo bèi… Fuck.” He breathed like it’s a revelation beneath your ear.
You let out soft whimpers and moans, thrashing under him as he sped up his pace.
“Y-yuyu, m’ gonna cum…”
You say through watery eyes, your throat dry from the gasping and moaning you’ve elicited as Iso continued to fuck you.
He chuckled, “I know, darling, I can tell.”
Iso knows too well what he could do to you, Iso knows too well when he feels the sweet clench of your walls around his cock.
Before you could mutter another word, the photobooth’s flash went off.
Wait, what?
“Smile for the camera, sweetheart.”
Your attempt to hide your face away from the camera seemed to fail. Iso’s huge hand grabbed your face, keeping you on display in front of the photobooth camera.
His thrusts became rougher and deeper, which made you roll your eyes.
“Only for my eyes only, only for me…”
You didn’t hear his remarks, too lost in the way his tip touched your cervix to care.
(A/N): iso gets freaky… i want him to be the father of my children hehe
masterlist.
#f6bron#li zhao yu#valorant iso x reader#valorant iso#valorant headcanons#valorant iso x you#valorant iso x y/n#valorant imagines#valorant fanfiction
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hes so handsome……. my sweet cutie patootie big boy… T_T
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i’ve been thinking of mob!chamber x housewife!reader x mob!deadeye and my brain is ROTTING ! RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
note : chamber and deadeye are twins in this ^^
Housewife!reader spends most of their time sheltered imprisoned at the heavily-guarded Fabron mansion, a rather peaceful piece of land far away from the city chaos.
The Fabron twins never justified what kind of business they own to you, not like you mind it too much anyway.
The twins don’t like the idea of you wandering around without them (they don’t even trust your personal bodyguards). So, it is better for you to stay at home and be a good little dove for them while they’re away for a ‘business trip’, yes?
Despite the house chefs hired by the Fabron twins, housewife!reader still insists to personally cook meals for the twins before they return home. Although the twins emphasized that cooking is not your responsibility, they still enjoy indulging the dishes made by their sweet dove :3
“We absolutely love your cooking, mon amour, but you don’t have to do it—“
You kissed Deadeye on the lips to shut him up, “Hmm, I know… Just wanna take care of you both ~”
URGHHH I JUST CAN’T ! The Fabron twins would spoil you ROTTEN !
Every time the twins return home, they bring gifts for you, usually comprising of jewelry, clothes, plushies and books that remind them of you and think you might like <3
And yes, they may be war criminals but nothing can stop them from carrying a 59’ inch tall Snorlax plushie around if it means putting that sweet smile on your face !!!
They often turn it into a competition, to see who could elicit the biggest smile and the loudest squeal from you with the gifts they bring.
Not to forget, each time they enter their office after a lengthy trip or a long day, they would discover adorable love notes plastered around their desks, scribbled with your messy yet cute handwritings and drawings <3
“miss u both so much :(”
“je t’aime <3 (with a tiny drawing of two kittens, presenting Chamber and Deadeye)”
They always think it is their duty to protect you, even if it means putting their own lives at stake.
#f6bron#— rumi drabbles . . .#valorant chamber#valorant chamber x reader#vincent fabron#valorant deadeye#valorant deadeye x reader#valorant fanfiction#valorant imagines#valorant headcanons#chamber x reader#chamber x you#chamber x y/n
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delicate lilac.
pairing : badboy!iso x soft!gn!reader
notes : bad boy x sunshine trope, mutual-pining but both of them are unaware of it, potential friends to lovers, fluff fluff fluff >.<
The campus buzzed with energy as students hurriedly moved from one class to another. Among the sea of people, Li Zhao Yu, also known as Iso, stood out—an enigmatic figure with a formidable reputation that sent shivers through many.
Yet, beneath the intimidating facade, a softer side existed, one that only revealed itself in the presence of one person.
And that's you, Y/N L/N.
As the two of you and your friends strolled through the campus, Iso couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy bubbling within him as he watched you interact with your friends. Laughter filled the air, and Iso's eyes followed the movement of your lips as you spoke animatedly.
Your plump cherry lips, soft skin, and the way the sun highlighted your features. He longed for the day he could receive a similar treatment from you.
"Must be nice," he thought, unconsciously fiddling with the rings on his fingers.
"Iso?" you called, snapping him back to reality.
Stammering, caught off guard by your sudden attention, he replied, "Y-yeah?"
You let out a tiny giggle, a sound that made warmth creep up onto Iso's face. "What were you daydreamin' about?"
"Oh, nothing. I… I was just thinking about–" Iso fumbled over his words, nervousness taking over. Are you being for real, Iso?! This is not you!
Before he could realize it, you slipped a piece of candy into his rough and calloused hands—a stark contrast between your soft and delicate hands and his rugged ones.
"Huh?" he questioned, giving you a puzzled look.
"You said you wanted a strawberry-flavoured candy," you reminded him, a soft smile playing on your lips.
Iso could feel warmth engulfing his heart, not expecting you to remember the tiny details he mentioned during the casual conversation you guys had on your way to class.
"Don't tell anyone, but… I kinda stole it from Jett."
"Really… for me?" Iso asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah! For you!" you replied, causing Iso to chuckle. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach.
"Thanks…"
"All right, lovebirds! Enough of that," Phoenix interjected from behind, placing his hands on both Iso's and your shoulders. "We gotta get movin'."
"We're not—"
"Whatever," Phoenix shrugged, cutting Iso off.
"See you at the cafeteria later." he said, winking at you before leaving. Iso sent a harsh glare to Phoenix, the audacity for him to wink at you.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Take care, Y/N. Text me after you're done with your classes, okay?"
Iso sighed internally, wishing he could be there for you 24/7.
You nodded shyly before joining the rest of your friends to head to class. "Mhm… you too."
Even though Iso is a notorious class-skipper, up to everyone's surprise, he has been showing up to lectures lately. It's all because he couldn't resist the charm of Y/N's pout.
The thought of being the cause of that disappointed expression wrecks his heart a bit. He would trade his soul if it means seeing that cute smile of yours, and to get complimented by you.
Iso caught up and walked alongside Phoenix, still holding the strawberry-flavored candy you gave him earlier. Phoenix shot him a knowing look. "If you're gonna play pretend, just give up."
"Huh?"
"Are you being for real, lad?" Phoenix nudged Iso's shoulder. "You never look so ‘down bad’ over a person." Iso sighed, finally getting the point.
"Is it too obvious?" Iso replied, popping the candy into his mouth effortlessly.
"Yeah, too obvious. ‘Saw how a love shape starts forming in your eyes as soon as Y/N appears in your sight." Phoenix teased, smirking.
Iso chuckled, the image of adorable you started playing in his mind. Not like you’ll ever leave it anyway.
"Come on, man. You can't blame me. Y/N is too cute to resist."
(A/N): THIS LOOKS RUSHED IM SORRY anyways im thinking of turning badboy!iso into a series but we'll see...
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#— rumi drabbles . . .#f6bron#li zhao yu#iso x reader#valorant iso x reader#valorant fanfiction#valorant imagines#valorant headcanons#iso x y/n
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OHHHHH HI BAEEEEEEEEE
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havent updated for like a month because i was too busy with uni ._. anyways, here’s some chamber and iso x soft!reader brainrot crumbs
chamber
chamber is the epitome of sweetheart, spoiling you rotten with his love and money. bouquet of flowers, cute lingeries, fancy dinners, you name it. just say the word, and chamber will make sure it will get delivered right to your doorstep.
you once scolded him for spending too much money on you, but chamber pretended he did not to listen.
“vincent, you don’t have to buy everything i set my eyes on…”
“my money is your money too, chérie.” he insisted, while kissing that cute little pout of yours away.
oh, and you get to decorate his headhunter and tour de force with stickers ! the sanrio stickers a harsh contrast of his smug and posh personality, but he didn’t pay any mind. it’s an adorable reminder for him of his beloved y/n whenever he’s deployed for a mission / away from home :3 (he even bragged about the stickers plastered on his sniper rifle and deagle to everyone at valorant, saying “my partner is such a talented designer! incroyable!”)
he would never ever let you lift a finger when it comes to housework, the maids will get the job done. all you have to do is hang out in your mini library he specially built for you, or sit on his lap whilst he’s working on with his gun prototypes in his home office.
iso
i swear to god this man LOVES taking care of you. he knows how sensitive you are and even the smallest thing could make you emotional. iso will never ever raise his voice to you, he always makes sure he speaks with a soft tone when he’s with you or around you.
he often calls you by your affectionate nicknames ! like angel, baby, bunny, sunshine (his most favourite ones) :3 he loves the way your face instantly heats up when you hear those pet names from him, forming butterflies in your tummy.
there was a momentary slip where he called you by your first name, and all hell broke loose. iso regretted it so much. the aftermath? he had to give you lots and lots of cuddles, kisses and pamper you with your favourite food to seek forgiveness from you for days.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart… you’re my one and only baby angel. do you trust me, hm?”
“mhmm…”
“that’s my baby.”
iso truly loves playing with your hair <3 the way his rough fingers glide along through your soft hair strands, the way you purr under his touch like a little kitten… iso’s lil’ kitten :3 he would help you dress up every morning, ensuring his baby all dolled up and be pretty for him. he wouldn’t want to see you get so grumpy because your hair decided to not cooperate with you :( (or else that will costs him a million of hugs and kisses to give)
#f6bron#— rumi drabbles . . .#this is so self-indulgent#it’s isover#valorant chamber x reader#valorant iso x reader#vincent fabron#li zhao yu#valorant headcanons#valorant fanfiction#valorant imagines
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jealousy, jealousy.
pairing : chamber x gn!reader
notes : established relationship , insecure!reader ( poor baby... ) , fluff fluff fluff ofc >.<
As the discussions continued in the meeting room, Y/N's heart was heavy with a mixture of emotions. You tried your best to maintain your composure, but watching Chamber's playful and flirtatious interactions with the other agents was taking its toll on you. You knew it was all in good fun, just his way of charming his colleagues, but jealousy had a way of blinding reason.
You swallowed your pride, reminding yourself that this was just Chamber being himself, his usual playful self. Still, the sight of him., smiling and laughing with others, felt like a dagger in your heart. You anxiously tapped your right foot, your eyes never leaving his figure.
Only I deserve that kind of attention from him.
As Chamber's banter with other agents continued, you couldn't bear to watch any longer. Jealousy had taken hold of your rational mind, and you felt silly for letting it control your emotions. Abruptly, you stood and left the meeting room, ignoring the greetings and inquiring looks from the other agents.
Without you knowing, your exit didn't go unnoticed.
Chamber noticed the annoyance etched on your face but had no inkling that it was a consequence of his actions. He assumed it was just work-related stress or perhaps a bad day, but that didn’t stop him from being worried about you. He excused himself from the ongoing conversations, offering polite nods and greetings as he walked toward your office.
Without bothering to knock, he entered your office and found you seated at your desk with your back to him. You appeared engrossed in your work, though Chamber could sense the tension in the room.
"Mon amour?" he inquired gently, his voice laced with concern.
You hummed in acknowledgment but didn't spare him a glance. Chamber quietly closed the door behind him, never taking his eyes off you. He felt a palpable unease in the room, a stark contrast to your usual interactions.
The silence weighed heavily upon the two of you, Chamber fiddled with his gloved hands, his gaze sweeping around your office as he desperately searched for a way to bridge the gap between you and him. The tension was thick, and the need to break it hung in the air.
Taking a deep breath, he finally found the courage to speak. "Sooo, what are you working on, my love?" he asked, his voice gentle and inquisitive.
"Just work.”
Ah, he hadn't expected such a… blunt answer so he was taken aback.
"Ah, I-I see..."
As the silence stretched on, Chamber's discomfort grew. He was unused to this kind of interaction with you and the moody demeanour you were displaying. He couldn't help but wonder what he had done to warrant such treatment. Did he upset you? Or was it merely a bad day?
In an attempt to lighten the mood, he mustered a smile and tried to engage with you.
“Chérie, are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern, despite the feeling that your initial response was just a facade.
You nodded and forced a smile. "Yeah... it's just, work is stressing me out."
Chamber, however, wasn't entirely convinced. He could see through your words and the facade you were trying to maintain. He sighed softly, crossing his arms as he regarded you with a mixture of concern and affection.
"Y/N, my love, are you sure?"
You hesitated for a moment before responding, "Y-yeah...! I'm fine, Vin. Don't worry."
Chamber remained silent for a moment, observing you closely. He had seen through your lies, and your forced smile didn't escape his notice. Something was amiss, and he couldn't help but feel that you were trying to deny him access to whatever was troubling you.
He let out a soft sigh, knowing this was going to be a difficult conversation. You had so many fears and insecurities built up inside you, and he knew that it was his turn to be the rock that steadied the ship.
This is not the first time.
One time, you accidentally broke one of his prototype equipment and you were trying to hide it from him so you could fix it. Unfortunately, the bandages on your fingers gave it away though you tried your best to hide it from Chamber. And it cost him multiple cuddle sessions and kisses just to assure you that everything is okay.
“It’s only a prototype, mon ange, I can just buy a new one to replace it.”
“B-but–”
“Shh, my love, I’m not angry, I promise…” he said, tightening his embrace as he heard your muffled sniffles when you nuzzled on his chest, searching for comfort.
He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer, his concern deepening. "Y/N, you know you can talk to me. I'm here for you. Always."
You offered a nod and a more genuine smile this time. "I know, and I appreciate that, Vin. It's just a rough day, you know how it goes."
Chamber, however, didn't relent. He had always been adept at reading people, especially you. He stepped closer to you, his expression soft and caring. "Y/N, you can't fool me," he said gently. "I know something's bothering you, and I want to help. You don't have to face it alone."
He can’t stand watching you suffer in silence alone, knowing that he has the power to help you.
You sighed, your defenses slowly crumbling. "I just... It's not easy to talk about, Vin."
Chamber reached out and gently touched your soft cheeks, his calloused thumbs tracing a comforting pattern. "You don't have to tell me everything right now, but I'm here whenever you're ready."
Your eyes met his, and the vulnerability in your gaze was unmistakable. You had longed to share your unspeakable feelings with him, to let him into the depths of your heart. With a deep breath, you finally whispered, "I just got... jealous."
Chamber didn't react with surprise or judgement. Instead, he continued to hold her gaze, his touch warm and reassuring. "Jealous? Jealous of what, my love?"
Your voice quivered as you replied, "I was jealous of how you were with the other agents in the meeting.”
You took a pause, sighing, “ It's silly, I know… But I couldn't help it. I felt like I might lose you…"
Understanding washed over Chamber, and he pulled you into a tender embrace. "Oh, mon amour, you could never lose me. I'm yours, and you're mine. You mean the world to me, and nothing will change that."
You nestled into his embrace, your heart slowly finding solace in his words. "I just... I love you so much, Vin, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing what we have. I’m sorry…"
He shook his head, “Shh, no, my love. Don’t apologise, okay? This is my fault.”
Chamber held you close, gently stroking your hair as he whispered into your ear, "I love you too, mon ange. And I promise to be more mindful of your feelings. I don't want anything to come between us."
He showered you with soft kisses here and there, your soft cheeks in his warm palms.
“Tu comprends, mon amour, hm? (Understand, my love, hm?) You and I know that our love is strong enough to conquer anything.” he said, holding his soft gaze on yours.
You giggled and nodded, leaning into his soft touch. Chamber smiled, seeing you happy gave him a sense of comfort that no one could ever provide.
Except you.
The embrace both of you shared lingered, and the office was filled with the warmth of your rekindled connection. The walls that had separated the two of you were breaking down, and the honesty you shared with him was mending the fractures in your relationship.
Chamber pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, sealing his promise with a gesture of love and reassurance. "We'll face whatever challenges come our way, together. Je promets, chérie… je promets (I promise, love…I promise)."
With his support, you felt a renewed sense of hope. The reconciliation had begun, and the love was stronger than ever. Even though jealousy had pushed both of you apart, it was honesty and understanding that would bring you and him back together. In each other's arms, both of you knew you could overcome any obstacle that came in the way.
Chamber slightly pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He sighed, “I know I haven’t been taking care of you the way I should be…”
You tilted your head, confused by his statement. “W-what do you mean…? You’ve always been taking care of me—”
He put a finger on your pouting lips before you could say another word, “Shh, mon amour. What I’m trying to say is, I haven’t been spoiling you enough lately,”
Chamber smirked, as he caressed your soft lips with his fingertips. He gently scooped you up into his arms, carrying you as if you’re made of glass.
“and I’m going to show you how much I love you.”
(A/N): i want this french man… i want to do unspeakable stuff with this french man… i love this french man… with my whole heart…
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#f6bron#valorant chamber#vincent fabron#valorant chamber x reader#valorant imagines#valorant fanfiction#chamber x y/n#chamber x you#valorant headcanons
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HAPPY CHAMBER DAYYYYYY ! >.< i hate his goofy ass so much but i’ll sacrifice my life for him no doubt
anyways, i’ll post a chamber fic later >:)
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The Spy and The Spouse
Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader
Word Count : 1272
Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it, there is nothing much except the detailed description of whats happening), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.
POV : 3rd Person
Part 1 Part 2 Part3
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 had hard time writing this since i burnt my wrist accidentally now its hard to type without putting my wrist on the side of the keyboard. I felt like this needed a part 3. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it.
He laid down and stared at the ceiling. He couldnt sleep. Too much going throuogh his mind.
Y/N. The mission. The act. The feelings. The lie. The love. The pain.
He turns onto his side, facing the wall, and buries his head on the pillow to try to go to a dreamless sleep.
He stayed awake, turning on his side. He tried to close his eyes, but all he could see was her face in that dress. A dress that was worn solely for him, or so he thought. A beautiful face in a beautiful dress, but all it was meant for was their mission.
Her wedding ring was a magnet for his eyes. His mind was glued to that ring. A ring he knew she didnt want to be wearing... but a ring she had to wear because of him. Her fake husband. Her fake lover.
He tried to get his mind off of the ring, but in a weird way, that ring gave him comfort. It made him feel as if this lie, this act wasnt all so bad.
It could have been something more, a real bond, but it wasnt his place to say that. It wasnt his place to say those words to her.
He felt his heart pound faster with every passing second, as if he was holding his breath. His thoughts went back to the mission, and to the night before. He could remember everything.
In the morning. Chamber tossed and turned on the bed, and the first thing he did was check his watch. 7:01. He needed to get a move on.
He sat up on the bed, trying to focus on something. Anything but the ring, the mission, his feelings.
He could see her face in that dress.
He grabbed his suit and put it on the bed and went to take a quick shower. The images of how her eyes seemed to light up as she saw his handsome face haunted. The words she exchanged, the compliments back and forth.
His thoughts were a mess as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his body. He felt... butterflies. He felt... something. He wasnt quite sure what it was, but if his heart kept telling him it was love, then it was love.
He took off the towel and put on his clothes, walking towards her room. He walked towards the door with confidence.
She opens the door to start her day. She was ready, shower taken, clean clothes. Then she sees him in front of her. From the height difference, what she faced first was his chest after opening the door.
She raises her head up to look at him, she smirks and speaks. Up already, Vincent?
He smirked as he glanced down to see her. He felt like a model, if anything, because of how she looked at him. Her attention was enough to make him blush, even though he had his cold face all set.
He put a hand on his hip casually, as if he normally dressed to impress.
Im always up with the sun. He spoke, letting go of his cold facade for a second. Did you sleep well? He raised an eyebrow. As he took a step inside, he couldnt help but glance at the wedding ring laying on her nightstand.
I did, thanks to my "husband", im carried to my bed. She leans on the doorframe as she watches him step inside the room.
"Husband." He thought to himself. The word wasnt supposed to sting as much as it did.
He glanced at her, her expression, her beautiful face. Those eyes of hers, the small dimples, the lush and dark lashes, the hair.
She made him weak, and only she made him feel that way. He couldnt help but wonder if she could feel the same way, because thats how it felt.
His gaze went back to the ring.
She raises an eyebrow, and speaks with professional manner. I hope you didnt catch feelings after the mission. It would be a shame to one of us to end up with a broken heart.
He was caught off guard by her words, but he covered his surprise perfectly. He had a smile to show that he didnt have "feelings" for her.
He could see she didnt want to talk about the mission either. He walked towards the nightstand, his arm reaching out to the wedding ring. He picked up the ring from the table and handed it to her at chest height.
No mission feelings. Just as we agreed. He spoke with calmness, like a cold professional.
She looks at the ring on his hand, then back at him as if questioning why is he handing her the ring back. You better stay behind your words.
His smile faded for a second. "You better stay behind your words." This was about the mission. The mission only. Nothing else. He slided the ring from his hand and slipped it into her palm.
He stepped back slightly. The mission was over, and the mask had to stay on. So its safe to assume that nothing happened yesterday?
Nothing except the mission done successfully.
Good.
He kept his cool demeanor, but his body wanted to be close to her. He wanted to have her head rest upon his shoulder. To kiss her right now. He had to remind himself of who she is. The mission. Their mission. Not love.
We will have more missions, so i guess i will see you soon. He made his way to the door, only stopping to look back at her. This was a lie, wasnt it? He didnt want to stop seeing her.
Yes, good luck on work, Mr. Fabron. She crossed her arms on her chest.
He stared at her longer than he imagined, feeling how his heart ached to be near her. To kiss her. To hold her. To love her.
The heart is the weakest organ in the body.
He smiled softly and said : Thank you. His eyes went to the wedding ring in her palm before he exited the room and closed the door behind him.
She stares at the door for a short while, then turns her gaze inside the room.
He walked from her room back to his and shut the door. He opened his drawer and put on a different set of clothes, his personal, civilian clothes.
He looked at his reflection, only to face a man that looked far from what he had to portray to the world, and even to her.
He laid on his bed, putting his head against his pillow. His hands were on his head. He was thinking. He was reflecting. His feelings were growing. She was a thorn in his side. She was his thorn.
It was silent. He had to stay away from her room. He had to stay away from her. He had to stay away from his heart. He had to stay away from... love.
He got up and took his jacket of and hung it on the hanger, then started taking his shirt off. The shirt didnt feel right on him. He felt like the shirt was choking him. His heart was beating rapidly just thinking about her.
The mission was over, that much was true. The thoughts in his head were a storm. The way she made him feel was a storm. He couldnt help but feel as if every step was like a magnet was pulling him towards her. He couldnt let this happen, he couldnt allow himself to fall in love.
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The Spy and The Spouse
Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader
Word Count : 5989
Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it, there is nothing much except the detailed description of whats happening), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.
POV : 3rd Person
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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. There is so many expressions of the situation more than talks because i have no idea what to write as conversation, i have ran out of ideas. I had hard time writing this since i burnt my wrist accidentally now its hard to type without putting my wrist on the side of the keyboard. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader, other colors are for side characters. I hope you enjoy it.
The day of the mission comes. She wears black one shoulder long sleeve black dress with black suede wedge heels. Her glasses are same design as Chamber's, except hers was thin framed and had soft edges on rectangular shape. Her hair is braided on both sides to the back and the rest of her hair is combed to the back. This made their hairstyles match.
While she was getting ready, Chamber put on his suit, matching her outfit perfectly. Chamber had been very particular about his own attire. The suit itself was black in color, it was a modern fashion design. It was tailored to his body to look as sharp as a knife. A crisp white shirt underneath was accompanied by a black tie with little black details. His hair, per usual, was undercut slickback.
When she finished, he walked in looking sharp and composed. When he saw the finished look, he was surprised to see how well put together she looked. Almost to a T to how she looked. Almost.
He raised an eyebrow at her look and expression, as if he were about to laugh at how ridiculous he found her similar sense of fashion. Then, he just grinned devilishly. Arent we a slick couple?
He was very confident in his appearance, as he should. After all, he was going to be playing the smug, arrogant husband. She smirks at him and walks towards him confidently. Her back is straight and her chin is slightly up. We will crush them just with our presence, it seems.
He couldnt help but admire how well you took the role of the wife. His eyes traveled upwards from your heeled shoes to the matching dress to your hair to the glasses that only gave you a more charming aura. One of his hand on his pocket, he offers his other arm to her and a smug smile on his face. I couldnt have picked a better partner. We make quite a pair.
She smirks at him and takes his arm. They get in the car, Chamber holding her door for her before going to the drivers seat. With Chamber driving to the party in silence, they are preparing themselves for the mission mentally.
As they arrive, they walk to the party with their arms intertwined. The party is filled with businessmen, CEO's and their spouses in simple yet classy dresses.
The host gives them both an appraising look before looking at Chamber. That look was followed by a small nod. Well, look at this. If it isnt Mr. and Mrs. Fabron. It was an odd feeling to have someone refer to her as a married couple. It was weird to be called Mr. and Mrs. Fabron, but it had a quite weird feeling that made her wanted to be called like that.
The man gesturs towards the crowd of guests. It was a variety of different types of people. The only unifying factor was money.
The moment they stepped inside was the second that the mission and the married couple act started. They even made custom rings to play along. That costed the couple more than they expected, but it would worth if it meant for success.
Chamber walks alongside of her, enjoying how her arm fit so nicely with his. He couldnt help but look at all the men who kept glancing up at her admiringly as they walk. He couldnt blame them. Even before he was a "married man", she looked good enough to make heads turn. All she had to do was show up.
He smiles at her side. He is still the charming bastard for the night. He whispers in her ear. This is going to be fun.
She smirks at his words and whispers back. Show has just begun, darling. Just watch and see.
He chuckled a little, liking this side of her. In the middle of his mission, he was finding himself to enjoy just being beside her. Being in this role of a married couple was different, it felt more... wholesome. It was... nice.
He gives her a little squeeze of her hand. He looks around, analyzing the crowd, looking for certain people. Alright. Just follow my lead, alright?
She nods. After all, he was more experienced than her in this type of situations, so the both had agreed to follow his lead. They have praticed and spend more time to get used to each other, but now they needed to put them all on the act.
Chamber turns his head to face you. He straightens his suit, making sure everything was clean before facing the guests. She was starting to get some glances. Some from men, and some from women. Of course, everyone thought she were just a beautiful woman with a handsome husband. No one suspected them being an undercover agent. They had to have their guards up. Especially in this kind of party.
A small smile crossed his face. This was going to be fun. Alright. Act, beloved wife.
Of course, mon mari~. She wears her most charming and sweet smile as they get close to a poseur table. The guests greets us and we greet them back.
Chamber does his best to make sure his smile looked both charming and smug. With her beside him, the smug smile had a little more genuine edge to it. With the guests, he looked at her with pride, like seeing his trophy wife. You played the part so damn well, how could he not show some pride? ;)
She takes a deep inhale, enjoying the feeling of the atmosphere around them. No one could tell the twi were anything but an extremely loving, happily married couple. No one would suspect a thing until him and her make a move. This had to be a good plan. This has to go well.
She pulls a waiter towards their table. Chamber looks at her out of the corner of his eye. He was making sure she was acting her part. Do you want something to drink, darling? She asks as she glances at the waiter, then she smiles at Chamber.
Chamber couldnt stop lookin at her. Acting and pretending felt... good, with her. She acter her part, like a good "married couple", and made the act so believable he almost forgot the reason they were there. This moment, the most intimate part of it all, was so convincing it blurred a line in his mind that he didnt know was there.
Chamber looks at her and whispers, still smiling. Your choice.
She smiles at him warmly, not too excessive to pull the attention to me, not insincere to look cold towards him. Then, im ordering Bordeaux Blend for you and for me... You choose. She gives him a subtle smirk with her voice is velvet-like and lowered.
He couldnt help but smile. In this moment, she acted so well, he would honestly consider taking her out of this plan and just make her his wife. He spoke in with a deep, warm and velvety tone, trying to match her. With a certain confidence, he orders a glass of champagne for her. This would work. A toast in advance...
After short while, waiter comes with the orders and they get their beverages. He turns his gaze towards her. For a successful mission.
She smiles at him. No one heard his sentence, that was a good thing. For our success.
A successful mission... and a successful marriage. He said the last part with a grin. It was half out of instinct, the other half just for show. It was part of the act, a married couple that planned their future together. Yet it was odd to him that he wanted that future with her, someone that came into his life at a most unusual time.
The people on the other tables clinks their glasses almost at the same time with them, then they take small sip from the beverage. It was time to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Her eyes slowly returns to scan the crowd. A lot of suspicioous types there... A lot of interesting people...
Chamber leans back slightly, his eyes sweeping across the party as he thought. His eyes landed on a certain target at the right side of the room, clearly a high-ranking businessman that looked to be talking to a woman in a nice dress.
He leans closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper. You see that man on the right with the gorgeous woman? His name is Laurent Danton. I know him from previous missions. That woman he is been talking to is Anette Chavois, the CEO's daughter. Our mark.
She looks at the targets without making it obvious, then speaks in a tone that matches his. Yeah, lets keep an eye on them and approach carefully.
He whispers into her ear. I have been keeping an eye on him tonight, and the target always moves between drinks. Its perfect for us to take advantage of this.
He pulls his head back to look at her. As soon as he leaves his current target, we should make our move. Do you agree?
Yes, on your lead. She whispers to him, then both takes long sip from their beverages.
He gives her an enthusiastic nod and looks at his watch, keeping on eye on Mr. Danton from the corner of his eye. He could see that the man was getting into particularly... interesting discussion with the woman he was with, his right arm slightly draped on her shoulder. It looked to be a private conversation.
Chamber checks his watch once more, and with a slight flick of his head he indicates that its time. The couple puts their empty glasses on the tray that was on waiters hand which was passing by, then they make their move. Now the show is about to begin.
Once Mr. Danton took a few steps away from his partner, Chamber immediately moved towards the two, with her on his arm. The man looks at them, surprised to see the handsome couple approaching him. He offered a warm smile to Chamber and shifts his gaze to the stunning woman on Chamber's arm, offers a handshake while addressing her...
Laurent Danton. Pleasure. And you are?
She gives a smile mixed with a smirk. she shakes Laurent Danton's hand eleganty. Y/N Fabron.
Its clear Danton likes the sound of her name, and she is pretty sure he just took a long look at her. Danton has eyes for women, that much is clear. Not just any women, though. Women that are just as gorgeous as her. She could tell by the way his eyes were fixated on her.
Chamber speaks before Laurent can come up with a flirtatious comment directed his wife. Vincent Fabron. He shakes Danton's hand, then moves his hand towards her in a welcoming gesture. My wife. She bows slightly as if she is proud to be Vincent's wife, still smiling at the businessman.
Laurent's eyebrows raise. He looks between the two of them, then he chuckles, clearly impressed. What a beautiful couple you make, to have such a stunning and gorgeous woman with you, Mr Fabron. And his eyes lingered back at her. If they werent pretending to be wife and husband, the man would obviously be flirting with her left and right.
Chamber didnt look away but his arm tightened on her hand, and his eyes narrowed in a focused manner. He didnt like these kinds of people in the slightest. After a few moments of silence, he speaks with a casual tone, like this was a random encounter. So, i understand you are friends with Anette Chavois? Thats an interesting woman, if i have ever met one. The tone wasnt quite hostile... but it wasnt friendly either.
He directly went to the topic. No games, no subtle meanings... She still keeps smiling and strokes his arm slightly to signal him if something goes wrong, she will back him up.
A quiet smile on Laurent's lips. He notices that stroke, no doubt. He knew it was meant for him to signal if something was wrong. But she looked absolutely charming, and the fact that she was touching him was just as effective. Even the woman he was with tilted her head, looking at her with admiration.
Laurent clears his throat, his smile growing wider by the second. Of course, we are good friends. Anette and me, we go way back.
Chamber looks over at her and gives her a smug smile, proud of how she was able to carry herself. He then looks back towards Laurent. You two must have a lot to talk about then. He makes a small pause. Or perhaps i can steal my wife for a moment?
She chuckles softly, it was fake but it made the mood that was getting heavy a little bit lighter. Mr. & Mrs. Fabron could see the man considering the decision. He clearly wanted to say yes, being a man of status and privilege... but the hesitation came from him wanting to keep Y/N close, too. An excuse to have her nearby just to look at.
Laurent chuckles. Just for a moment. He gestures towards his partner. Anette looks at her again, her eyes studying Y/N, perhaps a little too intently. Y/N knew that look. Anette was jealous. Of her.
Y/N smiles and they take some steps back, to have some privacy away from the crowd, including the businessman and CEO's daughter.
Chamber turns to face her, speaking quietly so only she can hear his words. His tone was soft and sweet...
Are you okay, wife?
His arms wraps around her waist, his eyes closing in satisfaction. She was the only thing he could focus on, like a beautiful distraction that would lead to a dangerous spiral. He was just making sure her part was going well.
She reaches a hand to the side of his neck, gently caressing, her hand trails down to his shoulder sometimes and trails back to his neck. I am, except the hungry looks of Laurent. If we werent on a mission, i would have taken care of him. But i have to bear it now. She speaks in quiet tone, almost playfully and pouting, but he knew she was serious on her words. She was clearly irritated by the flirtation of Laurent, but she was heeping the pose for the sake of the mission and Chamber.
His eyes narrowed slightly in irritation, his grip on her waist tightening in an almost possessive fashion. He was still playing the role, but the words were genuine. He didn't like the way these rich, flirtatious people tried to get at her. He gives a warm, friendly smile, but his eyes were stern. One hand stayed on her waist, the other hand ran across her shoulder to her neck. His thumb caressed her cheek.
Husband mode activated. If he so much as touches you, wife, I'll make him regret it. Dont worry, beloved wife. I will take care of this situation.
Then Laurent spoke up again, a clear tone of sarcasm in his question. Tell me, Mrs. Fabron. He was being far flirtier than anyone should, and he knew it. He was clearly enjoying it.
Chamber had no problems ignoring Danton's presence when she decided to keep talking to the man. If anything, it got him more irritated the longer the conversation with him went on. Laurent was just enjoying the situation a little too much… in an inappropriate manner. Chamber let out a quiet sigh, trying to keep his smile as polite as possible.
Laurent noticed the sigh, and he spoke up while giving him a smug smile.
Laurent seemed almost as arrogant as Vincent thought he would be. It wasn't a good look for a man in his position. It was good that he was an arrogant man, though, because it was exactly what Vincent wanted. What he needed. He was going to let the man have his arrogance, in order to catch him off-guard.
Chamber looked at her softly, wanting to protect her from this person…
Excuse me, Mr. Danton? She asks without turning her body towards Laurent, one hand on Chambers shoulder and other hand is on his arm. Chamber's arms are wrapped around her waist again. She gives a gentle smile to Laurent to not cause a scene, but her body language shows how much she got uncomfortable with his behaviors.
Laurent immediately stops, his eyes shifting towards her. It took more than a second to break the smile he gave. He turned to her, a charming grin on his face. One that could not hide his intentions.
I did say just a moment, didn't I? He looked as though he couldn't help it; in fact, he was simply unable to take his eyes off Y/N.
He looked at her with such a predatory smile. He gave off a certain aura that he was sure Anette was enjoying. No, she wasnt. She looked at Y/N with that familiar jealousy.
Y/N chuckles softly and let go of Chamber's shoulder, but then she holds onto his arm with both hands. Of course, you did, Mr. Danton. We got carried away, apologies.
The more she tried to act the part with Laurent, Anette's gaze didn't waver. Anette would glare at Y/N, as if to express how irritated she was by the situation. Her partner looked at Mrs. Fabron, Y/N, still with that predatory gaze and sly smile. All he would need was a simple word, and he would drop Anette right away. Y/N could see the attraction to her in his gaze. Y/N could almost feel Anette's jealousy behind her. Anette needed to look good to her own partner, and Y/N was certainly ruining that.
Anette rolls her eyes, obviously knowing the intention of both parties. She can't believe she has to share a partner with Mrs. Fabron. Anette looked like she wants to make a scene to get Laurent's attention back to her. She's the type who's used to having the attention on her. Anette clearly needs a lot of it.
Chamber is still in character, so he keeps a smile on his face. However, his grip slowly gets tighter and tighter on his partner's waist. He was getting genuinely annoyed by this flirtatious bastard.
Y/N feels the tight grip on her waist and puts her hand over his gently, their rings on their fingers were touching each other. She gently stroke his hand to calm him down.
Her hand was exactly the kind of distraction he needed. For a second, his attention was back on her, and her only. He looked to her, her hand stroking his, and the anger on his face slowly disappearing as his grip on her relaxed. The warmth of her hand put a grin back on his face.
He suddenly had a mischievous idea. He leaned in closer, as if they had something between them. He kept his voice low and calm, letting his eyes rest on Anette. Let's cut to the chase, darling. You know that won't last.
Y/N smirks at him. She had a plan and they found their targets, why miss them when they can catch them? Why don't we all sit and talk a little bit? She suggests to Laurent. By we, she meant all four of them, but she is sure he will accept it.
Laurent's expression changed a little, from the predatory and charming smile, to an expression of confusion and intrigue. He was clearly trying to read both of them, searching for their intentions. He looks back at Anette. Anette was still looking at her with anger, clearly not happy with how her partner was acting. He turned back to Mrs. Fabron with a grin. The more, the merrier, darling. Have a seat. He gestures towards the empty chairs. The four of them was certainly drawing a lot of attention from other guests.
Y/N smiles and they all four walk to the empty table enough for 4 people. They sit down on the table. Chamber next to her, Anette across her, and Laurent next to Anette and across Chamber.
Chamber looks at the table. He cant help but notice how close Anette and Laurent are sitting. It wasnt a matter of space at the table, it was an act of affection. A clear display to the other guests, as if it hadnt been clear already, this was a couple. Anette placed her hand on Laurent's, resting on the table. She wore a ring on it. A gold wedding band. Fabron couple saw a small glimpse of it.
Y/N was holding Chamber's hand and gave slight squeeze on his hand, signaling the ring on Anette's finger. Chamber feels her squeeze his hand and he returns the squeeze to reply that he saw the ring too. His eyes were on Anette and Laurent's interaction. They were… comfortable together.
Y/N was wondering how much longer she'd have to sit here in the presence of these people. She had a job to do. That was the only problem. But at that moment, all she wanted was to have a moment for just the two of them, Chamber and her. All they needed to do was get close to the Anette and Laurent, and make the couple trust them enough to give some information. except that everything was nothing but just empty words.
She waited and watched. Laurent and Anette's hand kept touching… and touching. Y/N's eyes wandered to see Anettes's face. Anette was clearly enjoying this conversation. She also noticed the woman kept glancing at Y/N and Chamber out of the corner of her eyes. It was like Anette was jealous, but Y/N couldn't say why. Chamber squeezes her hand again. He was just checking in with her. His grip on her hand was getting tighter. A sign he was getting impatient.
She strokes his hand, then starts a conversation to talk. An easy and light conversation that won't bother anyone. After a good hour, They all laugh and chat. They did their job and got the information they needed. They could leave after not so long.
Chamber gave a casual and handsome smile towards Laurent and Anette. His grip on her hand was starting to hurt, but he didn't care. He was too intent on ending this conversation. He also noticed her hand stroke on his a second time. So, Anette didn't manage to be in a corner of his attention anymore. All he could think about, all he could focus on, were her hands on his, and the way she looked at him with those beautiful eyes. He was too caught in the moment, almost forgetting his job.
Y/N turns her head around to look whats happening around them. Clearly bored from the atmosphere and the conversation yet she had to play it off. Chamber looks around and sees that some partners were looking at them with awe and admiration, some women with jealousy, and Anette with… jealousy as well. From the way Anette kept looking at her, he was sure his hypothesis were correct.
…This might work. He looked at her. I have a plan I think you'll like.
Y/N looks at him confused, but they were partners, even if it was just an act, she had to trust him. Especially when they were on a mission.
Chamber takes a couple steps back, pulling her with him. He moves slowly, seductively, and with grace. He took some steps back, putting some space between the table Anette and Laurent were sitting and him and his partner. He grabbed her by the waist, his arms slowly pulling her in. His eyes never left hers, the same captivating look from before, just a little more intimate.
He started dancing with her on the spot. The music was slow, the atmosphere was right, and the way they kept looking at each other…
It was perfect. Y/N turns her head around to look whats happening around them. There was a light romantic melody on the background and some couples were dancing together. They can do a little show before they leave, maybe?
She smirks as she understood what he was planning. She puts her hand on his shoulder as they dance, they were close enough to whisper to each other. She whispers with a smirk. You really put on a show, Mr. Fabron. She teases him with the title. He really knew what he was doing.
He just pulls her closer to him with a smirk, his face looking even more smug than usual. At that moment, his eyes locked on Anette's for a moment. The predatory and arrogant look was still there, but it changed ever so slightly. He was observing Anette's behavior. His hand slowly slides up to the back of her neck. It was so warm, so soft. He leans in closer to her ear, whispering with confidence. Did you enjoy the show, darling?
She couldn't help but chuckle, but She tried her best to keep the smug smile on her face. The music was perfect for this kind of slow dance. It has so far worked, beloved Fabron. She looks around the room, seeing all the eyes on them, all the eyes on the two of them.
He pulls his head back. Just enough to see her face, and just enough for her to see that grin. He slowly drags his fingertips across her face, tracing her mouth and chin, still staring at her. The way she looked at him, the way her eyes locked on his. He couldn't look away. Your body is amazing. He whispers. His lips are very close to hers, but the man decided against the last step… yet he was inches away, his mouth at a perfect distance from hers.
The couple was dancing together. As much as Anette hated it, that much was obvious. But even while she looked at the two of them with jealousy, there was no denying it: they were quite the couple. Anette was clearly starting to question her relationship with Laurent after seeing the way he kept looking at Y/N.
Y/N smirks at him, she knew his intention and whispers. Oh, my husband wants kiss? She chuckles softly. I hope you still remember this all is just an act at the end of the mission. I hope your heart won't
break after a pretentious kiss.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing. She was too bold sometimes. Still, he couldn't resist. Still inches away from her lips, he leans closer, his eyes locked on hers. He whispered, loud enough for only her to hear. …I do get to kiss my beautiful wife, right? She chuckles silently. Then… their lips meets in a tender, gentle, slow kiss.
It was everything he expected it to be, and so much more. His eyes lit up when she kissed back, their lips touching for those precious, blissful moments. He pressed his lips against hers, matching the same gentle and slow pace. This kiss was tender and beautiful, an act of pure affection. Even if they had to lie, even if this moment was going to be just for a short instant, the two of them kissed, as passionately as any husband and wife would kiss.
But they had a job to do.
Their lips part away after the short kiss. She speaks whispering and teasingly as they walk back to the table. Be grateful my lipstick doesn't come off.
Even though he knew he shouldn't, the grin on his face widened. Somehow the kiss made him feel more confident and smug than usual, and he was completely aware of it. I would have been happy to get it off your face anyway. I wouldn't mind the red lipstick on my face. He gave her a devilish look, enjoying the little fun he was having, if not enjoying the mission itself.
She rolls her eyes and chuckles. It was time to leave, since Anette and Laurent was ready to leave this "businessmen party".
Chamber glances at Laurent and Anette, whose eyes were still on the two of them. Their eyes seemed to give off a different kind of energy now, like the kind of people who just got to the end of the perfect date. Anette seemed more enamored than ever, but Laurent seemed… different. Almost as if he was jealous. Jealous of Chamber for being Y/N's husband. Chamber checks his watch. It was time for them to wrap things up.
Chamber turns and addresses the four of them. We have had a lovely night, wouldnt you agree, chérie?
She smiles at him gently. Thats right, it was a pleasant night, mon mari.
He turns his body ever so slightly towards her, keeping his eyes locked on her. He then raises a hand in the air. A small gesture of leaving the party.
Chamber's gaze suddenly turned towards Laurent, their eyes locked, like if they were trying to outstare eavh other. Laurent looked away first, almost reluctantly. He could barely hide his annoyance, like he had the worst case of jealousy.
Y/N could feel Anette squeeze Laurent's hand, and a soft kiss on his cheek. She whispered something into his ear, and Laurent let a smile creep onto his face as he nodded. He didn't look at Y/N anymore.
We should go. Chamber's smirk returned.
She bows slightly and they both turn towards the exit, arms intertwined. She whispers to him, clearly exhausted and frustrated from everything. Finally.
He gave her a charming smile. Their mission was successful, and she did a great job being his wife for that period of time. His eyes fell on her lips, as if there was something to say but he chose not to say it. He held on a little more strongly to her arm. He just enjoyed the intimacy of being with her, like the most devoted husbands might do.
I feel like we should celebrate our success somehow. He smirks, looking like he had a few ideas on his mind.
I want to celebrate it by taking my shoes off and jumping in my bed for a good night's sleep. She speaks clearly irritated by the party, act and Laurent's flirting.
He cant help but chuckle and look at her sideways, rolling his eyes. He smirks at her playfully, still clearly trying to look like the most loving husband. I think i have the perfect remedy for that... He leans in closer. In the meantime, can my wife walk next to me, arm in arm, with a smile in that gorgeous face of hers? He looks at you with more than just a hint of affection.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Chamber opens the door for her, she slumps on the passenger seat. He gets in driver's seat. Lets just end this mission. And since we are done with pretending to be a happy married couple... She takes the ring out of her finger and puts it on the cup holder of the car.
If his eyes could go any wider, they would. His smile disappeared from his face, and was replaced by confusion. His reaction wasnt due to pain or sadness, it was due to the sudden change in tone. His confident, happy-go-lucky expression turned into a look of surprise... followed by something.
She could feel that something in his eyes. It was like a tiny flicker, but she saw it. He couldnt help but look surprised... and disappointed. He turned his gaze away. ...Of course. He starts the car.
She stares at the road in silence whole time back to the quarters. All the act, all the pose of married couple ended. She had told him in the first place, after this ends, everything will be over. Now everything ended, and they were going back to how they were.
Chamber kept driving. The radio was off, the windows slightly open, with a beautiful night and a clear sky outside. The silence was awkward, to say the least. His eyes were focused on the road, while his hand gripped tightly to the steering wheel. His face was emotionless, while his eyes were filled with regret. In such an odd way, even though the act was a lie, he felt hurt. Because of his role, because of who the target was, and because of her.
As he parks his car on the parking lot of headquarters, she had fallen asleep on the passenger seat on their way back after all the tiredness of the mission washed over her.
He opened the door and saw her asleep. His eyes looked down at her, her face so peacefully serene as she slept. He gave a small smile. He was proud at how well she managed to act for most of the time. He wasn't proud of something else, though. He got the ring from cup holder and put it on his jacket's pocket.
He gently picked her up so that she wouldn't wake up. With his arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, he walked to her room to lay her down. The way he walked and his face said: "I just want to take care of you."
He placed her on the bed, her body looking like a sleeping angel. He then sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep as he stroked her hair with extreme tenderness. His face was still expressionless, but his eyes gave the expression away. The look of... Love. He loved her. But that feeling would have to wait. He looked at the ring on the coffee table. He had to keep telling himself he had a job to do.
He placed her down carefully. He pulled the blanket up to my chin and he took off her shoes for her, placing them on the side of the bed. He then turns the light off, but he just stands there. Still no words, nor any hint of movement. He is just watching over her as she sleeps. Making sure she is comfortable. Making sure she is okay. Doing what a husband would do for their partner. It was an affectionate yet sad sight, if one could call it that. He had placed the ring she took off to the table on the bedside. She was still sleeping, her hair draped over the pillow, the blanket over her.
Chamber looks at her. He sees the beautiful and fragile features of her face, and the way she sleeps peacefully and serenely. He couldn't help but place a soft, tender kiss on her forehead. He lingered for a second, letting his lips linger, but he knew time was of the essence. He walked out, turning off the lights behind him, leaving her room pitch black.
On his way to his room, he turns towards her door once more. His chest filled with conflicted emotions, he turns away and enters his quarters, leaving her to rest. The mission was over, but his heart remained undecided.
He enters his own room. He sits down on his bed, looking at the bed beside his own. His face has an expression she've never seen, an expression that he had never expected. He was thinking about her. About the one woman who had the power to change his life. The one woman who made him feel both warm and cold. The one woman who made him feel so much affection and love at the same time. The one woman who could break his heart.
He throws himself on his bed to lay down. As if he was too annoyed with himself. Too much work, too much acting. His head spun with emotions. The mission was over. So why did his heart feel like a trainwreck?
Sorry if this sucks with too much explanation and lacking conversation and mission scenes/action. I had hard time to write something good and it was hard to type with burnt wrist so it took longer than intended. I hope this meets with your expectations.
#CHAMBER IS SO IN LOVE OHHH MY GOD#my heart :(#valorant chamber#valorant chamber x reader#vincent fabron
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The Spy and the Spouse
Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader
Word Count : 2139
Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.
POV : 3rd Person
Part 1 Part 2 Part3
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.Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it.
There was knock on Chamber's office door. Hearing the knock on the door, he sighs and turns to open it, looking at the person knocking. Yes?
She gives him a charming smirk and speaks like velvet. Beinvenue, Fabron. She hands him the mission brief. A mission, but no bloodshed and war this time. An undercover mission. It was written in the brief that Y/N and Vincent were chosen for the mission. They had to pose as a married couple and attend a meeting with businessmen and their spouses.
He looks at the mission brief for a moment, the smirk he had vanishing completely, then looks towards her. He was surprised at the choice of partners they gave. He had'nt expected Protocol to be so nonchalant about them posing as a married couple.
He lets out a long sigh and looks over the mission brief again. He looks at her from top to bottom, clearly analyzing if you'd be capable of carrying out this mission. ...Well. You look good. No one could tell we're actually not dating, right?
Since both of us are seen as suitable for this mission, why not? She raises an eyebrow with the smug smirk on her face. She leans on the doorframe with her arms crossed.
This catches him off-guard. He raises an eyebrow, questioning whether she is confident enough for a mission as tricky as this one, or if she is simply arrogant. Its a fine-line, to be sure. He narrows his eyes slightly, clearly more intrigued by her.
He folds the mission brief dossier and gestures at his desk. If you are coming, sit down. We have plenty to discuss. She opens her hands, accepting that they really needed to discuss about the mission. She walks inside his office.
Chamber walks behind his desk and opens up a drawer, putting the mission brief in its place. He then sits, facing her with his elbows on the table. Now that both were closer, she saw a more professional look to him. His tie was neat, his shirt was crisp, and his manner was reserved. In a word? Competent.
He looks at her again, analyzing her further. He has less doubts in her now, but she was still a wildcard. He had better make sure she was up to the task for this mission. So, are you ready?
She speaks confidently, almost playfully, yet its visible she is taking this mission seriously. I am. But we really need to prepare somethings before the mission, otherwise we will get caught easily like a rat.
He nods, his expression remaining neutral. There was something to admire about her attitude, but... They werent just going to be posing as a married couple. They were going to be posing as a happily married couple. He would have to figure out exactly how they would both act in marriage. Lets go over this and discuss, shall we? There are some things I'd like to clarify.
She gives him a small nod. She already knew how to act in front of all that people, the boundaries they will have without being too clingy, but she lets him have the word. Of course.
He leans in closer, his expression becoming a bit softer. When he spoke, it was in a calming, reassuring tone. He'd rather her not lose her composure before the mission even started. I want to be clear on this: you dont need to be lovey-dovey in this mission in front of these people. You need to be married in front of these people. Im sure you understand the difference.
Oooh~, my dear husband doesnt like clingy wife? She teases him and laughs heartily. Chamber laughs in spite of himself. He shakes his head, smiling in amusement. She managed to put him at ease, and he had to appreciate that. She didnt make him worry, she made him laugh.
She sighs as her laughter dies down, then she speaks with amusement in her tone and smirk on her face, but she was speaking with the weigh and seriousness of the mission. She knew what she was signing in. We have to figure out how we would act like a married couple, especially in this setting. I'd like to know how we should act around each other. Pretend we've been in a happy marriage for a while.
He leans back in thought, thinking about how a married couple would act. He had seen a lot of married couples, both good and bad. He takes more than a moment to think, though not as long as to actually make a decision. He looks at her with his eyes as stern as they were sharp. Confident and arrogant. Perfect.
She smirks with confidence. There must be someone who can carry him and herself, and she knew its no one except her. Is that a bad thing? We will have so much fun.
She smirks softly. Chamber smiles a little, looking at her for a few more moments before speaking. You... might make a good partner when all's said and done. Suits are required, ladies are to wear formal attire, gentlemen are to look their best and most respectable. You and I are in a high society marriage. We will be greeted first by a host, then taken through the room and introduced to people. You know the drill.
She chuckles heartily. We all know the format. Whats important is how will we pose as a married couple. We need to come up with a story and act like our characters as a married couple.
Chamber thinks once or twice before speaking, his face and manner becoming more professional. He nods his head. I know something we can use. Our partners arent the only businesspeople attending the dinner. There is a CEO, his wife and his daughter. He leans forward, lowering his voice a little as if it were some super-top-secret state matter. The CEO's daughter is single.
She raises an eyebrow, smirking at the information she just got from him. And? Are you trying to cheat on your dear wife?
He looks at her. It takes him a long while to speak, for he is trying not to smirk alongside her. No, this was not some sort of love comedy, it was a mission in disguise. Still, the playful banter was an interesting surprise.
He tries to maintain a straight face in the most "professional" manner he was capable of. His expression slowly turns into one of intrigue. Maybe the daughter is trying to steal me away from you, darling.
She didnt expect him to say something back, but she welcomed it. She smirks and leans back on her chair. I wont back down to protect my husband though. Im quite possesive.
He smirks in a subtle fashion, finding her more and more interesting. He liked the possessiveness she expressed. Her role was going to be more active in this mission than expected. He was starting to appreciate that. Now, if only he was capable of displaying affection to give her the right idea. Is that so? Who said you wouldnt be playing the loving wife, in that case? He laughs. He couldnt play it cold forever. He had to loosen up a bit.
He sits back, putting his hands behind his head and enjoying the banter a lot. She laughs heartily at the sight of him. We are getting far from the topic. Leave the sweet daughter of CEO aside, how will we act in the mission?
Chamber nods, returning to his serious demeanor. He understood the importance of this conversation. He takes a few more moments to think over what he wants to tell her before speaking. Alright, we'll be acting as newlyweds in this dinner. In the eyes of the other businesspoeple, you should look at me with adoring eyes. You are in love and cant keep your hands off of each other.
He rolls his eyes, almost as if he wanted to barf at the idea of the charade. Then, he looked at her with a sly smile. She rolls her eyes and puts a hand on her forehead dramatically. She speaks in dramatic tone as if she is on stage of Shakespeare's play. Clingy wife and reluctant husband? How dramatic.
He tilts his head to the side, enjoying how into character she was. He was enjoying this a lot more now that they both were really into it. She looked like a girl so in love, it was honestly charming. He had seen this expression enough in the face of a woman.
He sighs dramatically, as if he was a man who had to endure a clingy, needy wife. Are we really going to have to do this...?
She sighs heavily. We have to. We will go our own ways after this is over. She crosses her arms as her expression gets smug: raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk. I hope you dont expect something between us after that.
In the back of his mind, he hoped he could have a moment to breathe after this mission. To actually give a girl the kind of affection he couldnt just so easily turn off.
Of course, darling. This is just business, after all. He chuckles a little, trying not to laugh as the expression on her face looked downright funny. He leans back on his chair, smirking. Lets put on a good show, yes sweetheart?
She nods with the same smug expression. Of course, why are we there for if we dont put on a good show? Chamber grins at her, finally actually happy to have partnered with someone like her. Even if they both were going to act like a married couple, she still gave a hell of a good impression.
He looks around the room one more time before standing up and coming around the side of the desk. He leans on the desk as if sitting on the edge of it. He bends forward over the desk slightly, speaking with a low, soft voice that was still loud enough for her to hear. Lets practice.
He gives her a mischievious smile. In one swift move, he grabs her hand and gets her up on her feet, guiding her to him. He pulls her towards him, their faces dangerously close and he leans even closer, whispering in a tone so quiet she barely believe what was happening. He was a lot closer than he should, his breath ghosting over her skin. Well? Whats stopping you from giving me a kiss, my dear wife?
In front of him, she smirks at his move and she put her arms draping over his shoulders. Does my husband wants attention? She speaks like velvet, seductive and teasing. Her tone is quiet yet enough to make him feel something.
He leans forward, getting even closer. He takes a deep inhale, his eyes closing in pleasure. Slowly, and softly, he leans his head against her soft, smooth skin. He was taking that moment to enjoy, to savor every bit of it. His expression was that of pure satisfaction. It would be such a shame to make this a one-time thing. Dont you agree, beloved wife?
She slowly close her eyes as she closes the distance between them. Their lips touches and they share a tender, slow, short kiss. As the kiss stopped, he took one more small moment of her skin. To feel her warmth, her soft skin on his lips one more time.
When it ended, he breathed heavily and slowly, his face was a little flustered. So close, yet he had to stop himself, just barely. At his flustered state, she feels he wants more than what they shared. The same smirk returns to her face. I hope you wont be too attached to your "wife". Because everything will be over when the mission ends.
He finally speaks, his voice is a little hoarse. He was trying to control his feelings better, but she was something else. A part of him hoped she would feel the same. He only leaned back slightly, still close enough for her to touch. I'll do my best to manage.
I hope so. She chuckles almost seductively. She pulls herself away from him and walks towards the office door. Before she opens the door, she turns to him. Her smirk, her damn smirk on her face, she speaks with velvet-like tone. Dont screw this up.
Chamber watches her leave, clearly affected by the sight of her. He breathed quickly, his hands clasping his arms to stop himself from going after her. In one deep inhale, he got himself steady. He was going to enjoy this game.
Before she left, she heard a low whisper from his lips to her ears:
We will see about that, darling.
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phoenix always at the crime scene… im sorry babygirl
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smitten.
pairing : iso x gn!reader
notes : established relationship, possessive!clingy!iso >.< , not proofread (fuck it we ball rahhhhh)
"I want you all for myself. If other guys look at you, I get worried that they might like you more than I do. But, oh well, no one can hold a candle to you beside me, babe."
In the confines of your office, the air seemed to hum with an unspoken tension. The day folded with you immersed in work, and Iso, seemingly with nothing better to do, hung around, his attention solely fixated on you. His usual demeanour had given way to an unexpected vulnerability, and his clinginess reached new heights.
“Baby, you need to let me go.” you gently insisted, trying to navigate through the sea of paperwork on your desk.
Iso responded with a low groan, nuzzling his face even further into the curve of your neck as he settled comfortably on your lap.
“No… want you close… with me.”
“But I’m working on something…” you reminded him, attempting to gently pry his arms away from you.
“Don’t care.” he declared.
His arms tightened around your waist, creating a cocoon that seemed to shield you both from the outside world. His broader figure dwarfed yours, enveloping you in a protective hold that was as comforting as it was possessive.
Today, Iso was surprisingly clingier than usual, and you couldn’t fathom the reason why. Unbeknownst to you, he had witnessed the subtle advances of Phoenix and Gekko, two fellow agents who seemed to be flirting with you. The sight somehow ignited a possessive streak within him. However, your ever blissful ignorance left you unwittingly at the center of Iso’s affectionate turmoil.
“You gotta stay with me, forever.” he whispered, his voice muffled as he punctuated each of his words with tender kisses on your exposed skin. The sentiment lingered in the air, a promise of enduring devotion that resonated beyond the confines of the office.
Flustered by his words, you attempted to reason with him. “Baby, what if someone comes in–”
“Don’t care.” Iso interrupted, his determination unwavering. In that moment, it was evident in that, in his eyes, there was no competition.
You are his and only his. And that was non-negotiable.
You sighed, conceding that today, you were losing the silent battle to free yourself from his embrace, as Iso’s neediness became more palpable. His actions spoke of a love that sought closeness, a love that refused to be hidden away.
“Y/N…? Are you cold? Your hands felt cold…” Iso inquired, a genuine concern etched across his features.
Meeting his gaze, you swear you just saw a love shape formed in his eyes, the depth of his neediness mirrored in his eyes.
“Y-yeah… a bit.”
Without his waiting for further discussion, Iso swiftly got rid of his jacket and put it on you.
“No, it’s fine! It’s not that cold–” you protested. However, Iso’s actions transcender mere temperature regulation. It was a symbolic gesture, a silent claim over you, as if to announce to the rest of the world that you belonged to him.
Well, at least to his fellow agents whom he ‘appreciates’ so much.
He shushed you gently, placing a finger on your plump lips, a silent signal that, in this moment, your opinion was secondary to his desires.
“You look good wearing my jacket like that. Don’t take it off, okay?” he murmured, his words carrying a possessive undertone that turned you into a flustered mess.
Attempting to hide your face within the collar of his jacket, you found your wrists held by Iso, preventing you from doing so. His chuckle was a blend of playfulness and genuine amusement, a melody that underscored the unique between you two.
“Y/N ~! Don’t hide that pretty face from me, I want to look at you.”
In the midst of your work, Iso’s unexpected clinginess became a silent proclamation of his feelings. His laughter, his protective yet possessive gestures, and the adoration in his eyes painted a vivid picture of a man deeply and unabashedly in love with you.
Later that day.
The headquarters’ kitchen, typically a bustling haven for the ever cooking-enthusiast Jett, but today was different. It was quiet, which provided a welcome escape from the hustle and bustle of the day. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant whirr of an espresso machine were the only sounds that filled the air as you entered to fetch some snacks.
Surprisingly, Phoenix was already there, and his eyes slightly widened with surprise as they landed on the oversized jacket covering almost your whole figure.
“Yo, Y/N, that jacket looks fire on ya! Stole it from Iso, eh?” Phoenix’s voice rang out, the unexpected echo shattering the usual quietness of the space. His mischievous grin added a playful edge to the comment, and you flinched, caught off guard by the sudden attention.
“Uh, I didn’t–”
“Hey, hey. How about you wear my jacket next time? I’ll even let you keep it—”
Before Phoenix could finish his sentence, a voice interrupted, cutting through the serene atmosphere of the kitchen. “Y/N?”
Turning toward the source, both you and Phoenix saw Iso’s towering figure leaned on the kitchen’s entrance frame with a warm smile.
A warm smile, which is only directed to you.
Iso couldn’t help but admired the sight of you dressed in his jacket, which looked too big on you. He should take pictures of you with his DSLR later, he thought. For his own keepsake, of course.
“What took you so long? I’ve chosen a movie to watch tonight, your all-time favourite.” Iso said, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a gentle teasing expression.
“But, I said you can choose whatever movie you want…” you said, trailing off as Iso approached.
As the two of you were about to leave the kitchen, Iso seemingly put his hand on the small of your back, a possessive yet gentle gesture.
Phoenix, however, made a grave mistake.
Phoenix looked up, meeting Iso’s intimidating eyes as he planted a soft kiss on top of your head while keeping his gaze on the fire boy. In that moment, he realised he had unintentionally crossed the line.
He fucked everything up.
The subtle shift in Iso’s demeanour, from playful to protective, sent a clear message.
Y/N was off-limits territory, and Phoenix had ventured too close to the edge.
Without uttering a single word, Iso led you out of the kitchen, leaving behind a confused Phoenix. As the kitchen door slid shut, the lingering tension in the room dissipated, leaving Phoenix to reflect the consequences of his own selfish actions.
masterlist.
#f6bron#it’s isover#li zhao yu#valorant iso x reader#valorant iso x you#valorant iso x y/n#iso headcanons#valorant fanfiction#valorant headcanons#valorant iso
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here’s some iso crumbs in my brain. i wanna write a one-shot for this but… my ideas are still all over the place… (x_x)
iso is probably the guy who gives the COMFIEST hugs ever ! likeeee have u seen him ? he’s just a huge teddy bear, your sweet huge teddy bear :]
and i was thinking of how he deals with an overworking!reader…
he knocked your office door, his head peeking inside as his eyes immediately caught your tensed figure working at your desk.
“hey babe, i think you’re done for today—”
“not yet…”
he sighed, not surprised with your stubborn behaviour. he immediately gathered all the documents scattered on your desk, ignoring the way your tired eyes glanced at him.
his thumbs reached for your puffy eyes, giving soft rubs as comfort.
“come on, it’s time for bed…” he said, as he picked you up and gave you a kiss on top of your head. you gave in to his warmth, drowsiness slowly taking control of your body.
“m’ tired…”
“i know, baby,” he took a pause to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, “and i’m proud of you.”
oh and… he would give you one of his hoodies / jackets for you to sleep in.
iso loves seeing you cuddled in his own clothes, his heart warmed up with the fact that you find comfort with his belongings.
the sight of you wearing his jacket (that looked too big on you) while chilling on his bed as you devoured the snacks he always have in his room, is something iso would kill for.
you’re just a little angel in his eyes, an angel he swore to protect.
#— rumi drabbles . . .#f6bron#it’s isover#valorant iso#li zhao yu#valorant iso x reader#valorant iso x you#valorant iso x y/n#gn reader#valorant headcanons#valorant imagines
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