[ chamber, gekko, sova, omen x gn!reader ] β in which valorant men get a little jealous
tw: jealous and a little overprotectiveness but theyβre (mostly) healthy about it. a little cursing for some flavor. random guy flirts with you in chamber's but hes not creepy about it. different guy is also creepy in omen's but its not talked about in detail. chamber makes a sexual joke in his.
CHAMBER βββ
hot take: heβs so protective at all times idc idc
but he hides it so so well
heβs absolutely enamored by you, thereβs no denying that. thatβs only half the reason why he tries to show you off so much though
the other reason is because that means he is showing you off as his. heβs staking his claim on you in his own odd little way, but it works and neither of you mind it too much
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βare you sure this shirt doesnβt make me look weird?β you asked, tugging at the material.
as much as you loved it, you couldnβt quite tell me if it was βyou.β you stepped out of the changing room of the store you were in and into the hallway, where chamber sat patiently waiting. he loved a fashion show if it was yours, after all.
he pretended to inspect it thoroughly, leaning forward in his chair and narrowing his eyes.
before he could answer, however, a different voice sounded out. it came from the door next to yours, where a different man had walked into the hallway to look at his own clothes.
βit looks good,β he spoke, smirk creeping its way onto his face. βbut i imagine youβd look good in anything, huh?β
both you and chamber sat still and quiet for a few beats, as if registering what had just happened. the line was well delivered, but seriously? could he not tell that you were with chamber?
βwell,β chamber spoke loudly. βthey do look good in anything. and in nothing. we could see how you look when the shirt is on our bedroom floor, howβs that, ma cheri?β
you attempted to ignore the warmth that rose in your face, but failed. again, you were stunned. the opposing man blanched and retreated back to his changing room, where he quickly shut the door.
βcome now, love. i think a thousand dollars in one shopping trip is enough, no? or should we stop by one more store?β chamber was overly loud once again.
and lying through his teeth, as well β youβd come to retrieve a single shirt for an event. that said, you couldnβt help but laugh as the occupant of changing room next to yours fumbled over himself, apparently knocked something down, and released a string of curses.
he didnβt have to know chamber was lying, and you didnβt have to know chamber was lying because he knew heβd earn a laugh from you.
GEKKO βββ
gekko has like. a normal amount of jealousy?
heβll bite back the small senses of it whenever youβre giving another guy a little more attention that he would like you to
or heβll politely explain to you that he doesnβt really like you doing something because of how it makes him feel and youβll talk it through
not because he doesnβt trust you, he just needs that extra little reassurance
if youβre willing to give up doing something to give him that peace of mind? all the better. if not? he can work on it, no questions asked.
overall 10/10 v good communication skills i love him
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you could tell that gekko was uneasy. from the way his nails picked at his fingers and the constant bouncing of his knee, to the avoidance of eye contact and the way his speech was quiet and mumbled, gekkoβs demeanor screamed something was wrong.
you watched him carefully as you sat back down at the table. again, his eyes didnβt move from the place they were locked onto.
a few moments passed as you thought of what could have been wrong. the two of you were at some company party, with loud music coming through the speakers and an unholy amount of people piled into the room. everyone was dressed formally in either dresses or suits, their makeup done perfectly and not a hair out of place.
maybe thatβs what was wrong. perhaps the music was too loud or his suit was too tight.
βmateo?β you had to yell over the music, despite wanting your voice to be soft as you spoke to him.
he finally looked up to you, soft eyes scanning your face. he didnβt speak, but he hummed to acknowledge you audibly.
βis everything alright? you seem a little off.β
the question seemed to stun him for a few moments as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked back down to the table. after a deep breath, he finally answered. βi just felt a littleβ¦ i dunno. saying i was jealous feels a little funny, but there was this guy earlier you were talking to? he was kinda tall, darker hair. and uh- anyway, you went to grab a drink and he seemed to be really funny i guess. you didnβt stop laughing the entire time you were talking and before you left he kissed your cheek.β
you thought about it for a second, trying to recall the interaction, before you let out something like a laugh.
βheβs from mexico, he told me it was a common thing there? i dunno. iβve known him since i joined the protocol.β you said, smiling at him. βitβs nothing, but if you donβt like it iβll tell him next time. i highly doubt thereβs gonna be any hard feelings about it on his end. is that alright?β
he nodded, sending you a soft smile. his face had relaxed significantly in the past few minutes. "thank you, amor."
SOVA βββ
he rarely gets jealous,, he thinks
he has a hard time exactly placing the emotion, and itβs mostly shrouded in protectiveness more than anything
he loves you, he knows you love him, and there is not a doubt that trickles into his mind
β¦..for the most part, anyway
there is the occasional time when that warmth spreads in his chest and the overwhelming urge to take you under his wing spawns, only to realize you arenβt in any danger
so why does he feel the need to protect you?
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sova had never had any ill-will toward phoenix. the two of them weren't particularly close, but they had worked and lived together for long enough that they were closer than one might expect.
maybe thats why sova agreed to play games with he and a few others the other night. they played stupid ice-breaker games, despite mostly having known each other for years. a few embarrassing stories of his friends' youth were shared, including the time jett ate brownies without knowing weed was baked in, and the time raze got caught sneaking out in her teens.
at some point, sova was asked who he had feelings for. it was the late hours of the night, and you had long since passed out on the couch next to him. he'll never figure out how you slept through the laughing and talking, but you did. without saying a word, sova had smiled softly and nodded over to you.
there were a few gasps, and then there was the laughing and cheering of a few others. phoenix held out his hand, to which jett passed him twenty bucks with a disgrunted face. evidently, they had had a bet about his feelings.
little did he know that telling them--phoenix, in particular--about his feelings toward you would go on to be one of the worst decisions he could have made.
ever since that night, phoenix had made it his goal to flirt with you as much as he possibly could when sova was around. he would send the russian a wink and a smile after every interaction with you, driving the stake deeper. though you thought he was just being friendly and joking around, the interactions never failed to spark a sick feeling in his gut.
and currently, he was almost at his limit.
he was normally fairly calm, but his patience with phoenix had been run thin over the past few weeks and the interaction between you two was getting a little too close for his comfort. not that he had some sort of claim over you; you weren't dating, so why did he have this feeling?
"could you hand me my water?" you asked from your spot on the couch. you gestured to the bottle of water placed in front of phoenix, who was sitting beside you.
he watched as phoenix took your hand and brought it gently up to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. "anything for you, my love." his voice was dripping with sultry as he spoke.
in a few quick steps, sova got up and grabbed the bottle before phoenix could. he stepped around the coffee table and handed you the bottle, sending a glare over to phoenix when he stepped away. the other man raised his hands in mock defense and leaned back into the couch. with a sly smile, he positioned his arm around the back of the couch and pulled you into his side. you laughed, but didn't push away.
"ok, fine." sova finally spoke. he had been glaring daggers at you and phoenix for the better part of two hours, and you couldn't figure out why. "what the hell is it for, phoenix? why are you doing this?"
you leaned up from where you were leaned against the man in question. "doing what?"
phoenix smiled impossibly wider and leaned forward. "yeah, doing what?"
sova grumbled. he huffed and took a moment to collect himself. "leave, y/n." he looked at you and his eyes softened. "please."
despite the look he sent you, you weren't leaving. you crossed your arms in defiance and glared. phoenix's hand came up to rub your back.
"that!" sova finally spoke again. this wasn't how he wanted to confess to you, but so be it. "i told you weeks ago that i had feelings for y/n and you have since made it your life's mission to flirt with them. you don't have the same feelings for them, so why? what do you gain?"
phoenix, painfully calmly, got up and walked to the other side of the room. "for one, you finally confessed. don't have to deal with your 'longing gazes' anymore. secondly, jett now owes me twenty more bucks."
OMEN βββ
omen would like to pride himself in the fact that he was rarely jealous.
insecure? sure. a little self-depreciating? of course.
but jealous just wasnβt him. as much as he was dissatisfied with himself, he had full trust in you.
however, that didnβt stop the rare inkling of a feeling that you truly would be better off with someone else, especially when they flirt, and even more so when you donβt notice
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one more time. that was all it was going to take.
just one more time for that guy to slide his hand up your arm, one more stupid joke to roll off of his tongue, one more laugh from you. omen knew he didn't exactly initiate physical touch all that often, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it. he would kill right now to have that be him, for you to be so close to him, for you to be laughing at his every word like you were laughing at that guy's.
he had told you that he would come with you to grab some supplies. a kingdom worker had been at the facility at the time, however, and the two of you seemed to be getting along perfectly well. to hell with the company you had asked from omen, he supposes.
and of course there it was again, his arm coming up to rest gently on your back as he guided you down another hallway. omen was a few steps behind the two of you, not that either one of you seemed to be paying him any mind.
fine. he could go back to his room.
his disappeared into a cloud of smoke, materializing again in the darkness of his own room. the events of the last thirty or so minutes replayed in his mind, a taunting loop of your smile as you looked at the man responsible for it. its not that he hated seeing you smile -- he loved it. but it was a different thing entirely when you smiled so big because of a man he could never be. maybe in another life, but not now.
the thoughts swirled in his head for what felt like hours. it was likely barely half an hour in reality, being that it took fifteen minutes alone to get up to his room from where the two of you had been before and likely another few to finish your work.
finally, a knock on the door of his room regained his attention.
"come in." he spoke, not looking away from the ceiling tile he'd been fixed on.
"what the hell is wrong with you?" you asked, clearly angry.
the phantom sat up, looking over to you incredulously. "what?"
"why the hell would you leave?"
"wasn't interested in watching him flirt with you." he was curt, as always.
"oh, yeah," you said dramatically. you were walking over to him now, standing in front of him. "because i was enjoying it so much. loved it even more when my boyfriend got tired and left me alone with him."
oh. that makes more sense than you blatantly hitting on him in front of your own boyfriend.
"really? sure seemed to find him so funny."
"because what am i supposed to do? tell him that he's not funny and to shut up?"
"you could have told him not to touch you."
"i did! and you didn't see me brushing his hand away and walking faster so he wouldn't rest his hand on my back? or were you too busy wallowing?"
the reality of this set in on him suddenly. he really had been too caught up in his own mind to realize what was happening. he had left you in an uncomfortable situation all because he was too stubborn to listen to what was actually happening.
"i'm sorry." he finally spoke.
"its okay," you sighed, and crawled your way into his bed. "i'll file a report or something later. we deserve a nap."
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what Omen thinks of you? He thinks you're the stark of contrast of his existence, and yet you both could spend hours talking. But that doesn't mean you guys are close. You're such an oddball, disturbing him all the time even when you're both away from missions. He'll always be cold, try melting his heart. (Does Omen even have one?)
"Noβ I won't teach you how to knit.. Don't show that to each agent!"
Gekko
What Gekko thinks of you? Being one of the newer agents together, he thinks you'll get along with him. You both are closer in age, being mostly the younger agents. He's bonded with you in one mission before, he'll always brighten your days up. Though you don't talk all the time, it's always nice to chat with you.. he won't tell why would he?
"Look at wingman, I think he's really warming up to you. Huh? No way! He likes me more of course..!"
Chamber
What Chamber thinks of you? He thinks you're fun to tease with, being one of the newer agents after all. To think you wanted to learn French might've made him miss home... in the deep crevices of his heart. No, he would never tell you that or anything else personal. To him, it's all just flirts, maybe you could break that player ideology in him.
"My, to think you'd be this tipsy already? Non, drink more, I've got the bill."
Okay immediately off the bat Iβm gonna clarify that any writers or artists that give Omen claws out there, I have no beef with you. This is an analysis and I love clawed Omen as much as you do.
So Iβve stared very well at Omen for drawing and analysis purposes. One of the biggest things people tend to hyperfixate on is his claws. Most of the time they are depicted as sharp and monstrous (ESPECIALLY in fanfics). In canon, this is not the case.
In these pictures they actually seemed to be filed down to purposefully be blunt. Notice how straight the tips are especially in the third and fourth image.
However, even Riot depicts his claws as sharp in some art works like these.
Thereβs also a third type of depiction where he has almond shaped nails.
Now, I know we all love a sharp claws Omen. But for this post Iβd like to advocate for blunt nails Omen. Why? Because I think thereβs an interesting meaning behind it if thatβs the case.
Think about it. Not only would that mean biologically his body is still βaliveβ enough to have that function (despite not having the capacity to consume things at the same time), but more importantly emotions wise heβs taking steps to ensure heβs not hurting others or himself.
Iβd also like to note that he does seem to wear a thick or at least double layered kind of gloves. Meaning his nails would be useless anyway in combat. He is hiding and filing away at a βmonstrousβ part of himself. He is trying to keep himself tamed.
It would be easy for him to just continue his bandaging over his palms and call it a day, we know full gloves arenβt part of Protocolβs rules because other agents have fingerless gloves. Omen chose to have thick gloves.
You could argue that itβs part of him wanting to cover up his skin entirely and thatβs valid, but take note that either way heβs using them to hide his monstrous self.
Thereβs also another interesting point to be made regarding the fact he doesnβt just flat out cut them. He keeps his nails at such an intentional length that his gloves were formed based on it. Which means again, he wants it this way.
He wants to keep his nails long, but he doesnβt want them long for violent intent. Perhaps he keeps it that way more as a reminder to himself that he isnβt normal. Every part of him is now shaped to be a weapon. From his phantom skin, to the tips of his nails.
Or idk, maybe heβs just slay like that. Honestly up to you guys what you do with this information. I just thought it was interesting :]
Hi! I was wondering If you can do valorant headcanons with fem!reader(also an agent), who has recently broke up and Jett, Neon are trying to cheer her up? And maybe Omen too, please
I will be grateful if you accept my request, I really love your works!
A/n: Wasn't sure if you wanted them separate or all together but I just decided to write for them separately. Thank you for the request
Jett
Acts like itβs no big deal, but she definitely notices youβre down and immediately decides itβs her job to fix it
βOkay, listen. Weβre not doing this sad playlist stuff anymore. Shoes on, weβre going out.β
Drags you out for street food, arcade runs, or just aimless wandering, anything to keep your mind busy
Keeps up her usual jokes, but every now and then sneaks in a soft: βYou know youβre way too good for them, right?β
If you cry around her, she isn't like awkward about it. She just throws an arm around you and mutters βYeah, let it outβ and hands you napkins to dry your tears off
Neon
Her approach is just likr full-speed distraction. She hates seeing you down and doesnβt want you to sit with those feelings too long
Offers to take you running with her (not serious training) just a fast jog where she tries to get you to chase her. βCome on, slowpoke! Bet you canβt catch me!β
Lights up (literally, sometimes) whenever she manages to get even a small smile out of you
Rambles a lot, telling you stories about the other agents, or gossip sheβs overheard, just to fill the silence and keep your mind from looping
Buys you snacks (usually something colorful, sweet, or sour) βFood heals all wounds, right? So here take this.β
When you finally relax a little, she gives you a bright grin and says, βSee? Told you it wonβt keep you down for long.β
Doesnβt push you to βmove onβ or anything, she just wants to remind you thereβs fun still waiting for you
Omen
He doesnβt try to force happiness onto you. Instead, he just sits with you
Quietly being by your side is his comfort style. If youβre curled up somewhere, heβll join without a word just staying next to you
Knits you a little something (maybe a scarf or tiny plush) and simply places it in your hands. βYou seemed like you needed this.β
Reminds you, in his calm way, that grief is natural. βIt will pass. The shadows donβt stay forever.β
If you open up, he just listens, never interrupts, never judges, just lets you talk
He may not say much, but him just staying by your side makes you feel less alone.
This can work separately or if you were in a Valorant harem. (I LOVE harems!)
YORU
Thinks youβre super cute
Will tease or flame you hard for talking a lot when he really loves it.
I lean towards him being taller and being attracted to shorter or averaged sized woman bc he likes feeling alpha but tolerates tall girls too!
Your βcutenessβ evolves in sexiness bc he imagines you doing lewd things with him and even sees you in lewd positions when youβre doing something completely normal.
Listens to you gushing about something cute but zones out while looking at your lips bc he want to kiss you.
Extremely jealous
PHOENIX
Flirts with you just to make you flushed or flustered
Flirting can include lewd comments but he always respects your boundaries.
Openly flirts and says things that causes everyone to pause in the middle of a gun fight.
Always picking a fight with Yoru to impress you.
Wants you as his cheerleader
Not so jealous bc he is overly confident
Sacrifices himself like itβs nothing to save you when needed.
OMEN
Overprotective ASF!
Uses his scary appearance to keep bad actors away from you.
Enjoys listening to you talk as he cares do plants and also really enjoys it when you try his hobby or take enough interest to ask him things
Loves cuddling.
Thinks youβre too good for the world.
His love language is acts of service! He will do literally ANYTHING for you.
Probably the type to sacrifice the world if it meant youβd still be here.
CHAMBER
Could probably cry at how precious you are to him. But he would never do it in public
Loves showing you off for the pure intention to make other jealous. The type of guy to make others think youβre single just to swoop in and kiss you so deeply.
Prefers you to use his brand guns instead of valorantβs guns
Doesnβt allow you to wear anything that isnβt expensive like the things he wears
Completely stops flirting with Viper when you first arrive. To be honest, she thanks you for saving her.
Worships you on the battle field whenever thereβs a break in action.
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He treated his wounds as a "slipping hazard" like they were nothing. I don't think he would be too worried about having a cold.
Sova wouldn't neglect his health tho. He would see Sage or Skye, or even Viper if they were busy, to make sure he knew everything he could do to control his sickness.
He wants to keep working but if asked to stay at home and take care of himself, he wouldn't argue, specially if Sage or Brimstone were the ones telling him that.
One thing Sova refuse would be keeping himself warm (with blankets, fuzzy socks, coats. I think of him as someone who feels hot often, so a turtleneck at most.
Even though Sova does not treat his cold as something big, he loves "weaponizing" it as an excuse to get anyone to make soup for him.
Chamber
Chamber probably pretends he doesn't have a cold. But unlike Sova, Chamber wouldn't be able to treat it as simple.
He would try to hide his symptoms, maybe scared (?) of being seen as weak.
Accidentally getting bossy with people he's close to.
He is a natural yapper and by trying to disguise his cold, he would talk even more after noticing some people are almost finding out.
In the end, Chamber either got better or gave up on pretending to be healthy.
Omen
In my conception, Omen feels things differently. His body is not the same anymore so getting sick is a whole another experience.
If Omen is able to catch a cold, instead of the usual symptoms, like a runny nose, sneezing and fever, he feels cold and gets chills down his spine.
He stays in his room and tries eating warm food as an attempt to stop shivers.
He wouldn't want to worry anyone but he feels like a sick victorian child on the first day.
As the time passes, he gets better slowly.
Viper
Viper hates feeling sick.
She wants to keep working but because of biosafety, she wouldn't step a foot in her lab. Her laboratory is very important to her.
Viper would see Sage so they can get rid of the sickness as soon as possible.
While she's resting, she refuses to let anyone in the lab, except if it's an emergency, which most of the time, it's not.
Her immune system is probably very strong, so Viper would get better soon. (And probably feels proud of this)
I deeply apologize for my poor writing on this blog. I don't know what happened today, sorry. I also apologize if they are a little bit out of character. Feel free to share your headcanons if you wantββ
Omen loves baking you cookies or brownies at the oddest time of the day. It could be 4am, but you can hear him baking because he doesn't tend to sleep. When you come to the kitchen, the sweets will already be placed on the counter, ready to eat. He will typically be on the couch, reading a novel of his choice. Once he notices your presence, his gaze lifts from the page to meet yours. To others it may be unnoticeable, but you can see how his glow softens. A simple compliment as you eat the sweets will fill him with a sense of pride and content.
He secretly loves knitting things he hears you talk about all the time. He tends to leave the knitted items on your night stand. If you bring it up to him, then Omen will simply hum while his glow intensifies and flickers as if he is blushing.
Omen doesn't talk much about himself or anything really, but if he does, then the only thing he'll talk about is the stray cat he found the other day. He softly rambles about how the cat snuggled up against him, purring.
On days when his chronic pain worsens, Omen tends to isolate himself; however, he appreciates the little things you do for him. It could be as simple as reading his favorite book to him or silently staying by his side-- either way he loves it.
