The Protocol Unmasked (Valorant X Male Reader)

Chapter 17: Reclaiming a Legacy

The camera caught up with (Y/n) the following day, inquiring about his plans for the day. (Y/n), with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, replied with an air of excitement, "I'm off to the mad scientist's lab today! Killjoy's got something special in store for me. I'm just hoping it's not another rocket launcher or a device that turns me into a giant marshmallow. I can handle a lot of things, but becoming a human dessert is not on my bucket list."

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As (Y/n) entered Killjoy's workshop, he was greeted by the dynamic duo of Killjoy and Raze, who were beaming with excitement. They motioned for him to take a seat, their eyes sparkling with mischief. (Y/n), ever the eager participant, followed their instructions without hesitation, closing his eyes as instructed. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging in the air as (Y/n) waited with bated breath.

(Y/n) settled into the seat, his eyes obediently closed, while Killjoy and Raze exchanged mischievous glances behind his back. Suppressing their grins, they began the orchestrated unveiling. "Okay, you can open them now," Killjoy announced, the excitement palpable in her voice.

(Y/n)'s eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, he was rendered speechless. The sight of Mjölnir, his once-damaged hammer, now meticulously repaired and gleaming in the workshop's light, stirred emotions he hadn't realized were brewing within him. He blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears as he reached out tentatively, tracing the familiar contours of the hammer's handle.

"You... you fixed it?" (Y/n) stammered, his voice barely audible. A wide smile erupted on his face, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

(Y/n)'s reaction wasn't lost on Killjoy and Raze, who shared a knowing look before they chuckled in unison. "Looks like you missed your buddy there, huh?" Raze teased, nudging (Y/n) playfully.

(Y/n) sniffled, hastily wiping away the tears, and shot back with a grin, "You have no idea! I was starting to get emotional over my morning pancakes. It's good to have you back, Mjölnir, my old friend. Now we can go bash some bad guys!"

Raze clapped him on the back, grinning widely. "Of course, we did! We couldn't let you go into the field without your precious friend, could we?" she teased, her eyes twinkling.

Killjoy, her trademark efficiency hiding a hint of sentimentality, added, "We spent hours working on it, making sure it was as good as new. It's your lucky charm, after all."

(Y/n)'s fingers tightened around the handle, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. "I can't thank you enough," he murmured, the gratitude in his voice evident.

Raze nudged him playfully. "How about a hug?"

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, and he chuckled, realizing he had indeed made that pledge in the heat of the moment. "Right, right," he said, before embracing them both tightly, a mixture of elation and relief surging through him.

"We knew you were dying to get back into the action," Killjoy remarked, returning the hug warmly.

Killjoy and Raze exchanged a knowing glance, sharing a brief moment of silent communication before Raze cleared her throat. "You know, it wasn't easy finding that thing," she began, her tone tinged with a mix of determination and nostalgia.

Killjoy nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, your truck was pretty banged up, but we managed to salvage Mjölnir from the wreckage. It was buried under a heap of debris, but we weren't about to let it go to waste."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened as he listened intently, his attention fully focused on their words. "I thought I lost it for good," he admitted, his voice laced with gratitude. "When the truck got hit. I lost track of it, for a moment I thought that was it for my favorite hammer."