Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Late Night (Brimstone x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

You're always there for Brimstone to come home to after a long day. 

GENRE: Fluff 

WORD COUNT: 608

WARNINGS: None 

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The days were long. Long and taxing. Every day was a new problem that Brimstone would have to deal with. But he did it. He would fix everything he was given and he would do it without complaint. Whether it was a mission or something at the HQ that he would have to do, he would get it done.

The recent problems with the blackmailer didn't give him much opportunity for rest. The time that he wasn't spending actively questioning them or attempting to do damage control on what they did find out was spent worrying about whether or not they were going to release any of the information that they did collect.

At the end of the day, he was exhausted.

He walks down the hallway to his apartment. It's late, as it usually is by the time he leaves to go to retire for the night.

When he finally opens the front door of his apartment and walks in, he's greeted with a sight that puts a smile on his face.

You're curled up on the small couch, wrapped in a blanket, asleep. It was dark except for the gentle glow of the television that was playing with no volume. When he closes the door, your eyes open, blinking awake as you yawn. You look over at him with a smile, still very tired. You had been waiting up for him, even though he had said he would be late again.

You hold your arms out as he closes the door and walks toward you. He leans down and easily scoops you up into his arms as you laugh, blanket still wrapped around your legs. He sits down with you in his lap. You press a kiss to his cheek and then another on his lips.

"Why were you sleeping on the couch?" He asks as you cuddle closer to his chest. You've always loved how secure you feel in his arms, his broad shoulders easily able to make you feel safe and held.

"Wanted to wait for you," you answer, voice half-muffled by his shirt. He kisses the top of your head and you can feel his smile.

"You didn't have to do that. I told you I would be late tonight." He feels bad sometimes about how much of his time is spent doing work. He's apologized countless times, but every time you just smile and assure him that it doesn't matter. You don't mind as long as he comes home at the end of the night and you get to see him in the morning. He often thinks about how he doesn't deserve you. That you really should be with someone who can devote more of their time to you. But you're like him. You're stubborn and in love.

"Let's get to bed now then," he says as he reaches for the TV remote and clicks it off. He lifts you up in his arms and carries you into the bedroom and sets you down on the bed before he turns on the lamp on the bedside table. You fight to stay awake as he leaves to brush his teeth and change out of his work clothes.

He finally returns to you, settling into the bed beside you after he turns the lamp off. You're quick to wrap your arms around him, kissing him once more before sleep can take you again.

"Love you," you mumble into his chest. He laughs softly.

"Love you too," he says as you're already drifting off to sleep.

The days were long, but they were always worth it because he would have you to come home to.