#killjoyxraze

How about Raze and Killjoy (nanobomb) hcs on a mission?

Love your blog btw <3

[ raze x killjoy II ]

✎↷: thanks! i love your blog too, anon, whatever it may be— and i hope you are doing well! i am alright myself, simply vibing as the wise ones call it

killjoy refuses to call herself a babysitter. when you have someone of her skill caliber going on life-risking missions and saving the world, it’s not appropriate to label them with such an unfitting term. but then again, when there’s a raze sitting next to her blasting the entire mean girls musical in her ears just to see how long it took for killjoy to give in and sing with her, it could be considered exactly babysitting. raze is in the middle of attempting one of karen’s riffs during the bridges when the engineer pinches her so harshly that her girlfriend screams and falls dramatically into her lap—

—which is another problem on its own. cuddling. for god’s sake, raze, they’re camping behind a wall and waiting for their targets to come out of the building infront of them and she’s flat out in her own world, with it being killjoy’s lap. as much as the german loves raze and is more than happy to return the favor, she’s also not going to sit here and watch raze go crazy with her explosions and cause any more damage than necessary for her to clean up. this is what it’s like to date a fully-grown child, and killjoy suffers the consequences of having her around for the sake of her untouchable focus.

“this is not the time, izzy,” hoarsely warned the woman as the brazilian’s fingers into killjoy’s. right as she was lining up an operator shot, mind you. “ah, don’t be a party pooper, joy! we’ve got time!” they didn’t have time. yet, killjoy is a miraculous worker and manages to hit her shot point-blank while her thumb reassuringly rolled itself into the palm of raze’s hand. what she does for this bright, tiny demolitionist goes beyond logical reason at this point, but when raze sends that flurry, son-of-a-bitch glimmer of sunshine smile at her, she’s reminded of exactly why she’ll never stop.

besides coddling killjoy and teasing her, the brazilian has her fun as well. the loud thrum of music in her ears accompanied by the pops of her grenade canister is exciting and all the adrenaline she needs to flawlessly drag killjoy by the hand with her through the middle of the enemy’s territory. killjoy has no idea how they’re alive or why they’re still standing, but raze can beat every probability that killjoy has in mind. this includes the hasty grasp around her waist as the brazilian flung her upwards using a paint pack, evacuating them from the exploding building.

“told ya’ i could do it!” raze grinned smugly at the taller agent, who scoffed and chuckled fondly. “yes, i suppose you did.”

the mission goes seamlessly, since raze only listens to killjoy out of the rest of the protocol— and sage, on occasion. most of the damage was contained to the raze minimum, which is collateral but affordable, and they’re praised when they finish up. because they’re on the generally younger side of the crew as well, there’s life and sparks when they brush hands in their motel room, and eager talk of going out and exploring their mission area before they’re sent home the day after.

their exploration spent together mostly has to do with eating food instead of natural activities, but the partners settle for grabbing takeout from a restaurant and sitting by the large porch of the motel and savoring greasy fries and what mystery meat they were handed. it’s not the extravagance that killjoy indulges in every now and then, but she finds that with raze, it doesn’t matter what they’re eating for her to enjoy it. until raze tries to demonstrate what happened that day with reanimated dip-sauce, then she’s a little jaded.

New Valorant fic! Short one featuring NanoBomb (Killjoy x Raze). I’m writing another fic for a different ship that will be literally over 3 times as long lmao