Valorant one shots

Omen x Blind!Reader Part 2

A/N: Hey, I got help from ChatGPT to write this story. I'm getting too lazy nowadays... hehe

Two months had passed since (Y/n) left for her eye treatment in Czechia, and Omen's anxious anticipation reached its peak. Cypher, the ever-watchful sentinel, relayed the news to Omen that (Y/n) had returned. His heart raced as he contemplated the moment when she would finally see him, his true form hidden behind the shadows.

Gathering his courage, Omen approached (Y/n)'s house with measured steps. The shadows clung to him, a visual representation of his inner turmoil. As he stood in front of her door, he felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The fear of rejection lingered, but the memory of (Y/n)'s unwavering kindness compelled him to reveal himself.

"I'm here, (Y/n)," Omen's voice echoed through the door. "It's Omen."

Inside, (Y/n) heard his words, and her heart skipped a beat. Anticipation and excitement bubbled within her as she rushed to the door. With a deep breath, she swung it open, and there stood Omen, his features shrouded in darkness. For a moment, shock held her in its grip. However, her promise and the trust she had built with Omen prevailed over the initial surprise.

Without hesitation, (Y/n) extended her hand and gently touched Omen's face. The cold, otherworldly features beneath the shadows confirmed what she already knew. A genuine smile broke across her face.

"You're Omen, aren't you?" (Y/n) asked, her voice filled with warmth and acceptance.

Relief washed over Omen as he nodded. "Yes, (Y/n). I am."

Their connection remained unbroken, their friendship unaltered by the revelation of Omen's true form. But as the warmth of their reunion enveloped them, a sudden disturbance shattered the peace. From the shadows emerged agents from the Omega world, their menacing presence signaling danger.

Omen's eyes widened with urgency. "Escape, (Y/n). Look for my shadows; they will hide you."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, (Y/n) nodded, her gaze fixed on Omen. She retreated quickly, following the elusive shadows that guided her to safety. The darkness became her shield, concealing her from the impending threat.

Meanwhile, Omen faced the attackers head-on. His powers swirled around him as he engaged in a fierce battle, the clash of abilities echoing through the air. Each move was a dance of shadows, a testament to Omen's skill in manipulating the very fabric of reality. However, the agents proved formidable, and Omen found himself wounded and struggling against the onslaught.

In the midst of the chaos, Omen's eyes met (Y/n)'s as she watched from a safe distance. He couldn't hide the concern in his gaze, a silent plea for her safety. With determination, he continued to fend off the attackers, his focus unwavering despite the pain.

As the battle raged on, Omen's injuries accumulated. The weight of the shadows he wielded began to take its toll, and he collapsed under the pressure. Yet, his willpower kept him conscious, his eyes scanning for any sign of (Y/n). Despite the imminent danger, his priority was ensuring her escape.

Back at her home, (Y/n) followed the shadows, guided by the trust she had placed in Omen. The darkness enveloped her, offering a sense of security as she navigated through the hidden paths. The urgency in Omen's voice resonated in her mind, urging her to find safety.

Eventually, the shadows led (Y/n) to a secluded spot, away from the chaos of the battle. She watched from the shadows, torn between concern for Omen and the instinct to follow his instructions. The clash of powers continued, a symphony of chaos that echoed through the air.

In the midst of the confrontation, Omen managed to gain the upper hand momentarily. However, the victory was short-lived as a final surge from the Omega agents overwhelmed him. With a painful groan, Omen collapsed, his form blending into the darkness.

Seeing Omen injured and weakened, (Y/n) couldn't stay hidden any longer. Ignoring the danger, she emerged from the shadows and hurried to Omen's side. His eyes, still open, met hers, and a mixture of relief and worry flickered in them.

"(Y/n)," Omen rasped, his voice strained. "You need to go. Find safety."

Instead of heeding his words, (Y/n) shook her head, determination in her eyes. "I won't leave you, Omen."

With care and concern, she aided Omen, guiding him back to her home. The journey was slow, but neither time nor danger could sever the bond that had formed between them. Omen's injuries were severe, but he remained conscious, his eyes never leaving (Y/n).

Once inside, (Y/n) tended to Omen's wounds, her hands gentle yet firm. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with a mix of worry and relief. Omen's gratitude was evident in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the trust (Y/n) had placed in him.

As she nursed him back to health, Omen couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. He had always been a solitary figure, accustomed to being feared and avoided. Yet, here was (Y/n), a beacon of acceptance and kindness in a world that often shunned him.

The events of that fateful day strengthened their connection. The danger had passed, but the scars, both physical and emotional, lingered. Omen lay there, grateful for (Y/n)'s presence, a friend who saw beyond the shadows and accepted him for who he was.

The story concluded with (Y/n) and Omen finding solace in each other's company. Their friendship had weathered the storm, emerging stronger on the other side. As they faced an uncertain future, one thing remained certain – the enduring bond that transcended appearances and embraced the true essence of friendship.