Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Bad Day (Omen x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

After a particularly rough day, Omen just wants to cuddle with you for a while.

GENRE: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

WORD COUNT: 645

WARNINGS: None

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Bad days were not something that Omen was unfamiliar with. Some days, however, were worse than others.

There are days when everything hurts. Phantom pains from when he died wracking his body with a hurt that shouldn't be and isn't there, but it blossoms and blooms with each movement regardless. Days when he couldn't focus, even the steady knitting gave no relief from the constant buzzing in his mind. Flashes of a time he knows but also just can not remember. It's frustrating and painful and awful and he hates it. He almost wonders if he were able to cry if it would help. He thinks that he remembers what it feels like to cry. He doesn't remember if he misses the feeling.

He feels empty, but he also feels like he's feeling too much. All he knows is that it is far too early to be feeling like this.

When he gets back to the base late in the evening he still feels just as awful as he did in the morning. There was no reprieve, even on the battlefield where he could usually find it, at least for a moment.

You're sitting in your room. You had decided that the day was a good day to just stay in your pyjamas and rest. Most of the time had been spent curled up on your bed with a tea, watching the rain outside through the large window, occasionally opening a book to read a chapter or two.

You feel Omen's presence before you see him. He doesn't say anything, but you know him well enough to know what he's waiting for.

"You can come in," you say. A second later, there's a collection of dark shadows that coalesce to reveal Omen standing there. He remains silent, standing in the centre of the room. It takes him a moment before he even looks over at you. You frown. This isn't the first time that you've seen him like this. You move the blanket off of your lap and open your arms.

It takes him a second, but you see the tension melt out of his shoulders a little bit and he makes his way over to the bed. He leans his head onto your shoulder, and you wrap your arms around him. He seems exhausted.

"Hold on, let's lay down," you say, moving him slightly so the two of you can lay down on the bed beside each other. You know that he can't really feel cold, but you still pull the covers over the both of you anyway. He tucks his head under your chin and you rest a hand on his head, the other rubbing his back calmingly. You press a kiss to the top of his head and you hear him hum appreciatively. You know he must be especially tired because he normally doesn't keep his hood on when he comes to cuddle you.

"You okay?" You ask quietly. His arms tighten around you.

"Better now," is all he answers softly.

Your arms around him are grounding. Your warmth and steady heartbeat remind him he's still here. It gives him something to focus on. The way your hand is rubbing soothing circles on his back. You're always here for him.

"Did you want to go for a walk? Would that help?"

You feel him shake his head. "Can we just stay here for a while?"

"Of course," you answer.

The two of you stay there together, peaceful and comfortable as the rain continues to splatter against the window.

Omen lets himself relax, content as he keeps focusing on the way your chest steadily rises and falls. Listening to the harmony of the raindrops and your heartbeat. You made the bad days bearable. And he hoped he would always be there for your bad days the same way that you were for him.