Various Females x Male Reader One Shot

A Cup of Coffee 3/3 (Deadlock)

The dinner between Iselin and (Y/n) that night was filled with an uncomfortable silence, heavy with unspoken words and tension. Each bite of food felt like a struggle, the clinking of cutlery echoing in the awkward atmosphere that surrounded them. Iselin couldn't shake the revelation from the briefing earlier, her mind grappling with the conflicting images of the man she loved and the assassin he was purported to be.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Iselin set down her fork and looked across the table at her husband. "(Y/n)," she began, her voice tinged with frustration and hurt, "why didn't you tell me the truth? Why did you keep this from me?"

(Y/n)'s gaze flickered with a mix of emotions—regret, guilt, and something she couldn't quite decipher. Instead of answering her directly, he countered with a question of his own. "How was your day at the VALORANT HQ, Deadlock? Your briefing with Brimstone?"

Iselin froze, surprised that (Y/n) knew about the briefing. She knew that if he was what they told her he was he would know something, but she hadn't expected him to know the details. "How... how do you know about that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/n) sighed, setting down his own utensils. "Iselin, I knew from the moment we met that you weren't just an office worker," he admitted quietly. "Not with that prosthetic arm and your 'yes, sir' demeanor. I've known for a while."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Iselin demanded, her frustration mounting. "If you knew, why keep pretending?"

(Y/n) met her gaze evenly. "Because it didn't matter," he said simply. "Whether you were an accountant or a secret agent, it didn't change how I feel about you."

Iselin felt a pang of confusion and something akin to relief. Despite everything, (Y/n) still loved her. But the weight of his secrets, the enormity of what he was capable of, lingered between them like an unspoken barrier.

"I don't understand, (Y/n)," Iselin admitted, her voice wavering. "How can you be... this person? An assassin?"

(Y/n)'s expression softened, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "It's complicated. My past, my choices—they're not things I'm proud of. But you... you're the best part of my life. The part that makes me want to be better."

Tears welled up in Iselin's eyes as she struggled to comprehend the man sitting across from her—the man she loved, who was now revealing a side of himself she had never known. "I want to believe you, (Y/n)," she whispered. "But how can I, when everything I thought I knew..."

(Y/n) hesitated, his gaze searching hers. "Iselin, someone in my organization wants you dead," he admitted, his tone grave. "And even if I don't want to see you hurt, there are others who won't hesitate."

Iselin felt a chill run down her spine, but she met his gaze steadily. "I'm not afraid," she said firmly. "If it comes to that, I'll be ready to face them."

(Y/n) shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "You don't understand," he said softly. "They're not like anyone you've faced before. They're the kind of people who would nuke an entire city to kill a single mouse. They don't care about the damage, or the people that suffer along the way. As long as the mission is done, they'll do whatever it takes."

Iselin struggled to find words, knowing deep down the truth in (Y/n)'s words. She had seen glimpses of their capabilities, their efficiency in eliminating threats. The Protocol had never crossed paths with them because they had never been targeted—until now.

"What does the Protocol want with me?" (Y/n) asked quietly, his eyes searching hers.

Iselin hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "We're planning to capture you," she admitted. "To interrogate you, to put a stop to you and your organization."