VALORANT ONESHOTS (RQ: CLOSED)

✦CHAMBER

Name: Vincent Fabron

Narrative: you try to show him a few fun tricks with guns... but end up doing it with knives and asking about his tattoos.

PLEASE VOTE.

Y/N POV

I was chilling in Brimstone's office, waiting for Viper to arrive so we could discuss one of the missions. "She's never late, where is she?" I query, glancing over to Brim with a risen brow. He looked through some of the papers and sighed, "I don't wanna keep you here longer than anticipated Y/N. You're right, she's never late. So you can head on out, we can discuss this later, thank you for your time," he sipped on his coffee.

"Are you sure?" I commented sincerely, he only smiled and said, "of course, go have fun for now," his words made me stand up excitedly and run out.

Whilst running down the hall I saw a glimmer of gold in the corner of my eye, making me instantly step on the brakes and jog slowly backwards. I was met with Chamber having a chat with Killjoy, who seemed a little pissed off. I don't dislike Chamber, but he seems shady so I come over and wave to KJ with a small smile.

"Sorry for the rude interruption, but I wanted to talk to Chamber if that's okay?" I looked KJ in the eyes and she smiled at me knowingly, and probably thankfully. "That's quite alright Y/N, we can grab a coffee later?" She questioned me with a hand on her hip. "You got it," I put a thumbs up and that was KJ on her way.

"Ah mon ami, what did you wish to converse about with me?" He smiled charmingly at me, fixing the cuffs of his shirt. "Oh nothing much, I was actually curious about your gun collection if that's okay," I put my arms behind my back and stared into his eyes. He rose his brows for a second, clearly a bit shocked but then smirked. "Of course ma dame, follow me," he began leading me into his room.

"You know, you're rich and everything right? Why would you keep such expensive guns here at protocol?" I closed the door behind me and crossed my arms over, kind of curious now. At first I was baiting him away from KJ because I know she doesn't like him or his ideas.

"Mademoiselle, you think so highly of my guns?" He loosened his tie and went to the furthermost of the room, next to a bookshelf.

I took the courtesy of taking a look around his room, and for the most part it seemed quite cozy and normal- with a few potted plants on the shelves with a desk and bed which were kept clean and tidy. Very minimalistic, contrary to his fashion style.

"Come come," he ushered me over to him, to which I obeyed with a little dismay as he took a book out of the shelf and put in a code on the secret pad. The large bookshelf peered itself open a smidge, allowing us both to squeeze through into a mostly white and spotless room, with marble flooring.

There were a multitude of varying guns plastered on the walls, even knives. 'Yoru would like some of those...' I thought, keeping my eye on them. "Something caught your eye?" He leant against the table in the middle- clearly some sort of workbench. "Yeah the knives," I truthfully replied, "I also have a habit of collecting nice knives," I stood in place, crossing my arms again: showing him I was still on edge.

"Who else likes to? Ah, monsieur Kiritani, yes?" His first question was pointless as he answered it himself in an instant- using Yoru's last name with a sour tongue. "Do you not like each other much?" I questioned, "he doesn't seem to quite like me, no, so I return the favour," he smirked again, his ego clearly very large.