Valorant Omen X Reader - Tumblr Posts

"If I point a flashlight at you, would you disappear ?"

The three stripes on Omen face quivered slightly as he took your question in. He was used to your curiosity and it never overwhelmed him. There was something so innocent and gentle in your questions that made him feel warm. You never found him disgusting or scary. You were just curious.

"You know, since you're mostly made of shadows." you continued.

He put down the small shear that he used to trim the small bonsai tree and took a better look at you. Well, you supposed that he was looking at you better.

"Have you ever seen me disappear under the sun ?" he asked.

"No, duh !" you snorted. "You're not a vampire."

He watched you giggling, his head slightly tilted.

Ah, this warmth again.

Omen really enjoyed your company. It made him feel more alive, more stable.

"Shadows are more pronounced under intense light." he said simply.

He swore he saw your eyes shining.

"Does it mean that light can work like a boost for you ?" you asked, excitement clear in your voice. "Do you get stronger under the midday sun ?"

Omen made a sound akin to a very deep and soft laughter then shook his hooded head.

"I don't know."

"Let's find out !"

He let you drag him outside without much resistance, finding amusement in your eagerness. Your hand was so warm. It made something inside him flutter. He felt more alive in your presence and he certainly will savor these moments with you.

Omen could be spooky. Master of shadows and teleportation, ambush expert and underestimated strategist. An air of authority and superiority radiated from each of his movements. He was a very estimated agent of the protocol, respected by all, and a very feared oppenent on the field.

Who would have thought that his room would be so cozy ?

"How the hell did you manage to have a fireplace in here ?"

"I have my ways," he answered casually.

He was calmly knitting, sat on a rocking chair but you also had his attention. His bed was carefully made but you doubted he ever used it. Some bonsai trees were put on some shelves as well as some books, and the room was only illuminated by the dim but warm light of the fire. You kept looking around and —was that Dizzy sleeping in the corner ?— noticed the book you recommended to him a few days ago on his bed table.

"Can I help you with something ?" he suddenly asked, exiting you from your daze.

You blinked, looked back at him then cleared your throat.

"Uhm...I came to give your knife back," you said as you handed him the weapon. "Thanks again. It was truly useful for yesterday's mission."

Dizzy raised her head slightly to take a look at you, then decided to changes spot to rest on the pillows of the bed instead.

You saw the three stripes of the wraith's face slightly dilating, as if he was observing you better. Unbeknownst to you, your presence had the odd ability to soothe him. Everytime you were around, Omen found himself feeling more stable. You also amused him. He found the surprise in your eyes as you looked around adorable.

He nodded and invited you to sit down on the bed.

"You seem tired," he said calmly.

You avoided his gaze and started to fidget your fingers. You took a deep breath then slowly released it.

"I'm not tired."

"Exhausted then ?" he hummed as he momentarily stopped knitting.

He always observed you, silently watching over you. He started to worry when he saw you weakening. He felt you less lively than usual, more tired, too feeble and too hardworking.

"That's..." you sighed and looked down on your lap. "That's one way to put it."

"Don't overwork yourself," he said firmly "Rest."

His words felt like there were on the tight line between a request and an order. You sighed, feeling yourself weakening even more under the intensity of his gaze. You lied down on the bed —like you thought, the bed was barely used— and your eyelids started to feel heavier.

"I recommend you stop going on mission until you feel better," he murmured, his voice had a soothing effect that embrace your ears in a warm embrace.

Your already frail resolve shattered at his words. You felt Dizzy nuzzling against you as sleep slowly took you away. He watched you fall asleep and resumed his knitting. Several hours passed and you still shared a quiet and cozy moment. Even though you were unconscious, you had never felt as relaxed as you did now. You internally thanked Omen.

And Omen internally thanked you. For finally taking care of yourself, and for your company.

Needless to say that you started spending a lot of time in his dorm. He helped you rest, and you helped him feeling more stable.