Pride - Chamber x fem!Reader [Valorant]

7 - Paris

I had promised myself to stop writing notes at the beg to let you enjoy the book without me talking all the time but I gotta talk about the new home screen in the game with that view of Chamber's ass- sheesh man I'd be hanging on this home screen more often now- (sorry about that I needed to let out my fangirl moment, please enjoy this new chapter now, god I'm horny-)

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Chamber had been feeling strange lately. Ever since that day with the agent [A/n], he felt like something had changed. Obviously, his plan to make her go crazy for him worked but something about him was wrong. The woman had been stuck in his mind the whole time, the sight of her naked body haunting his dreams. He refused to believe he grew attached to her because it would ruin his plan. He tapped his fingers repeatedly on the counter, unable to contain his nervousness about the situation. The other agents around him gave him a look, surprised to see him this annoyed about something. They thought about going to see him and questioning his actions, maybe asking if he needed to talk, but they were too unfamiliar with the man that they did not know how to approach him. Chamber kept frowning, looking at the distance, trying to find the best solution to help him solve this mystery. Out of nowhere, he heard her voice calling him. He sighed, thinking he started to have a hallucination about her screaming his name in pleasure-

"Chamber!" she called out louder than before. The man was brought back to reality and finally realized it was not a dream. "Finally, I've been calling you for a long time." He hesitated to glance at her and decided to just hum in answer, avoiding any contact with the curse of a woman she was for him. "So, about what we asked to Brimstone last time..."

"Mh," he simply said, half-listening to her.

"Well, he agreed. We can leave today." Chamber hummed again, not realizing what he just agreed on. "Sweet! I'll prepare my bag, see you in thirty minutes," she said excitingly.

"Yes, see you- Wait, [A/n], what are you-" Before he could finish his sentence, the woman had already flown out of the room. He pondered for a minute, remembering their previous conversation. Then, it hit him, they were supposed to go to Paris. "Et merde," he cursed, realizing he would not be able to escape from her now. He noticed the other agents' stares and stared back at them before leaving the cafeteria, more annoyed than before.

This day was off to a good start. He made his way towards her quarters, trying to find a way to stop their upcoming trip. He needed to have time for himself without her around to forget all about those unwanted feelings. He saw her door wide opened and decided to invite himself in. He saw her, grabbing some clothes and putting them in her small suitcase. Taking a deep breath, he approached her.

"[A/n]-" 

She cut off Chamber as soon as she noticed him. "Ah, Chamber!" she stood up and walked towards him. "I can't wait to go there! You don't know for how long I had been looking at images of Paris, imagining myself there!" Her eyes were gleaming with anticipation, blinding the poor man in front of her. "I'm so happy to be able to go there with you!"

Her face expressed only pure joy and excitement at the idea of going to the capital of France. He suddenly felt guilty for trying to cancel her well-earned days off. He cleared his throat and glanced away from her. "Yes, me too, [A/n]," he said, avoiding her eyes.

She chuckled and went back in to prepare her bags. When Chamber was confident enough, he observed her from her doorstep, watching with delight her excitement. However, this happiness only lasted a few seconds before Chamber felt a rage building inside himself. He stepped inside and crouched down to her level taking a hold of her wrist. [A/n] was taken aback, quirking an eyebrow at him. "What's gotten into you?"

"If you are planning on staying in my home, I can not allow you to dress this way." He glared at her, disgust at the thought of her coming home in her sweatpants. "I will prepare your suitcase."