Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Yearning (Omen x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

Omen decides that the best way to deal with the growing feelings he has for you, is to put distance between the two of you. You couldn't love someone like him, he knows that and it's best that he doesn't let himself get his hopes up. This is for the best. 

When Omen starts avoiding you out of nowhere, you worry that he's found out about your feelings and didn't want to turn you down. 

GENRE: Hurt/comfort, Angst

WORD COUNT: 1612

WARNINGS: Angst

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He might have been in love once, but after everything that happened to him, he didn't expect to experience it again. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just something that he felt he had to accept. He didn't think anyone was going to love him the way he was now. He was barely human. A phantom memory of a death he couldn't even remember.

And then he met you.

Out of all of the people that he saw join the Protocol, you were one of the few that really caught his attention. You were nice to everyone that you met, even the others that Omen himself found impossible to get along with. Even him.

You treated him like he was human. You didn't even flinch when he would emerge from the shadows, coalescing again into a physical form. In fact, your face would brighten once you realized he was near you. Or at least, that's what he wanted to believe. He let himself think that you were happy to see him.

At some point, he was going to have to accept that he was letting himself get too hopeful. He was going to have to stop indulging himself in this irrational daydream that he had. You of all people couldn't love him. You were nice to him, but you were nice to everyone.

"Omen!" Your voice rang out in the commons area as he sat on the couch, knitting needles in hand. This has become a normal routine of sorts with you two. You would sit down with him in the evening while he knit. It was mostly you that would talk.

The first time you had sat down with him, he was surprised. Most people didn't bother him outside of missions. But there you were, sitting down with a smile. It took a while before you said anything. The first few days the two of you just sat in comfortable silence. But soon, you started to make small conversation with him. He gave the occasional input, but he was just as happy to listen to you ramble about anything.

"What are you making tonight?" You ask as you sit down.

"A cat," he answers simply. You laugh a little and it makes his chest hurt.

You talk to him about your day. You ask about him too, never forcing him to talk more than he wants to. He'll never understand how you can keep a conversation with him so easily. He can't make a great person to talk with, and yet here you are, always making sure he has a moment to talk.

You interrupt yourself with a yawn, and you laugh.

"Guess it's time I head to bed. Goodnight, Omen, I'll see you tomorrow," you say, getting up and stretching.

"Goodnight," is all he replies, but before you can leave, he reaches out his hand that holds the now finished yarn cat. He tells himself he doesn't see the blush that crosses your face as you take it, thanking him and praising the work he's done.

It should make him feel good. He should be happy that the two of you are friends. So why does he feel so awful? He thought he had accepted the fact that he could never be with you like that. But here he was, yearning to hold you close and to always be the reason you smiled like that. But at the same time, he didn't want you to be stuck with someone like him. He hated it. He hated feeling like this.