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I just got a cute idea for Ramattra.

So basically reader and Ram are on a mission together for whatever reason (I will think on that) there are guards and an accident happens something goes wrong so Ram gets all big protective boi to shield the reader and ughhh just need to do this after I finish Tough.

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Have a little mauga treat to hold you guys over!

My friend made this suggestion and I had to deliver. Bon Appétit my lovelies

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I have been working late shifts all week so I haven’t had the time to post the last part of my Hazard x Reader Tough. Thank you for the love you have shown my page, I appreciate it really!

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Tough (Pt. II)

Hazard x (Medic) Reader

Summary: Hazard is a bit cocky and gets into a little brawl with Maugua which ends him in the infirmary with you for a week.

Day One:

“Nae! I can’t spend ah whole week with yah las. I’ve got missions and—”

“And nothing.” You hush the man. “Whatever your quarrel was with Mauga that landed you here with a broken arm is not going to get better with you galavanting about.” You accentuate the point by shooting him a look. “So I will not be allowing you to further that trauma. Not on my watch.”

Hazard sighs leaning back on the bed looking down at his now secure arm. “Fine.” The tank begrudgingly agreeing to stay, which only made you smile.

“Good, now spill the beans about your fight.” You demand now satisfied that he had agreed to stay put. You had busied yourself with tucking a pillow behind his back and placing an I.V into his arm. Mercy’s healing serum would help kickstart the healing process.

Oh the joys of futuristic medicine.

He winced, but probably not from the needle. “Aye, tis just Mauga being himself.”

“Stubborn, cocky, and annoying?” You offered the terms up to Hazard who snorted in disapproval.

“Nae, I was the one being cocky. Told ‘em ae could take ‘em on without help.” He waved his non-inured arm and looked over at you. Clearly listening to him, he always adored that about you. Always wanting to listen, be supportive, the kindness just never ended. Honestly he is be glad to stuck with you for a week. “Of course, he took that as ah challenge and tackled me. So we just fought.”

“All the way to the medical wing?” You asked and his eyes darted away. The tank sulked in silence before he spoke up again. “Well, ae got a bit carried away, tried to back down and ‘o course he chased me down.”

Now everything made sense. Before the Scott could continue Angel popped her head in through the door. “(Y/N), may I see you for a moment?” You nodded and parted Hazard on the arm. “I will be back, save the juicy details for later.” You joke.

Day Two:

Apparently as much damage Hazard received he gave to Mauga so both men were stuck in the medical wing. Thankfully in separate rooms, because the issue could only get worse with those two.

During the lunch hour you were surprised to see that Findlay’s crew came to check on him. Boomslang and Suzie were a real couple of friends. Know one would know it, except a rare fee that Hazard was like a big hero. Advocating for people that everyone referred to as ‘phreaks’ and in Hazard’s case he was one of them. Maybe even more.

After the two left only then did you decides to enter the room. Giving him some space would allow him privacy to speak with his friends freely. “You know you’ve got some good friends, Fin.” You comment upon entering the eoom which shocks him to say the least.

“Aye, you’d be right there hen.” He replies with a smile, “T’weren’t listenin’ in on my conversation now were yah?”

“No, I value my patients privacy.” You inform him and he bows his head in a sort of respectful way.

“Ae appreciate yah, lass.”

“Well, if the patients can’t trust me, then what kind of doctor am I?” You retort, approaching the bed to check all the vitals and his charts. For a split second you swore Hazard had been staring. But when you looked up at him he looked away. If he had, you wouldn’t have minded. Maybe..

Just maybe.

Day Three:

Today was better and your patient had actually wanted to get out of bed and move around. It would be good to keep a man of Hazard’s height and strength intact by walking. It is amazing how quickly the body can deteriorate. Even with his cybernetic enhancements, walking could quickly become a struggle.

As the two of you walked the over watch facility, Findlay commented on how large the place was. Which you responded to quickly with, “Yep. We have to balance out everything for all heroes. Some are bunked together for comfort and others are single rooms. Everyone has their own space, even me.” He nodded.

Walking with him was different. Somehow the less the Scott spoke the more you learned. He seemed soft in a way. Eventually you came across your favorite spot in the facility, Zenyatta’s room. Findlay stopped, “Ae and why is this room so fancy?” He asked peeking his head around the corner.

“Because it is his space.” You guide his eyesight towards the robot in the center, floating an ethereal hum escaping him as his orbs bounces one by one.

“Zenyatta is the master of peace. I come here to clear my mind.” You tell him quietly as not to disturb him, ushering the tank along with a nudge. Zenyatta let out a quite chuckle as you waved to him, once Hazard was out of view.

Day Four-Five:

These two days were spent on physical therapy and a series of tests to see how Mercy’s serum was working. The bad news was it was working. The good news was that Hazard would be out of your hair. Right?

No, it’s not how you felt. You wanted more time, not just a couple of days. He’s grown so much on you. These thoughts, they weren’t healthy, so much so you hadn’t been listening to Hazard.

“Ae, ye alright there lass? Yah lookin’ a bit lost for ah minute.” He asks. You snap out of it as the man saves his large hand practically millimeters away from your face.

“Oh, yeah! I’m fine just takin’ notes and thinking on them. How was that last test. How’d the weight feel?” You asked. Hoping that the distraction of Hazard’s ramblings would be enough to stray your thoughts into oblivion.

“Aye! Tah felt great!” He replies, grinning down at you with those wolfish features. He was like a bug dog you couldn’t get rid of. “Not ah single scrahp ah pain. Ae really think it’s gettin’ better, lassie!”

“Great… that’s wonderful.”

Was it?

You needed to do something. What if he didn’t feel the same.

What if.

(The last part will be a bit longer with day 6&7)

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Tough (Pt.1)

Hazard X (Medic)Reader

Summary: Hazard is a bit cocky and gets into a little brawl with Maugua which ends him in the infirmary with you for a week.

It had been a relatively slow week for the med bay. Why it was so overwhelmingly so that both you and Angela had plenty of time to catch up. The laughter and playful recollection of fond memories filled the room. “ Ah, I can’t believe we’ve never spent time together like this my friend.” She sighs.

“Well, when you have to take care of all heroes, not just a few. Things like catchibg up become difficult.” You politely remind her taking the liberty to enjoy another cup of coffee. Walking over to the pot the healer’s voice follows.

“Indeed.” She agrees. “Though I would rather say it is that rowdy bunch of men we have got here.” You cannot help but giggle and she joins you with a snort. “Between Reinhardt and Zarya, it is difficult.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Eh, my quarrel lies more with Mauga and Hazard. Those two cause enough problems as it is.” Mercy nodded, taking the time to process the thought as you sip on your coffee.

“I see.” She notes and goes to add another comment when there was an undeniably large noise that traveled through the halls of the medical wing. “So it begins.” She murmurs reaching for her coat and glasses.

You found it odd that such a commotion could be going on at this hour. However, it has been quiet for far too long. At least there was time to enjoy it. Before the two of you could breach the doors two large figures stumbled in.

Both Mauga and Hazard were stumbling over each other, surprisingly still going at each other. You reached for Angela’s arm and pulled her from the warpath as Hazard tumbled down taking the large Samoan with him. “You best be taking that back, yah big pile ‘ah shite!”

Hazard’s words were laced with venom, but that didn’t surprise you much. The Samoan and the Scott didn’t exactly see eye to eye. Their egos didn’t soften the blow either.

“I know what I said! You are always in my way!” Magua fires back. He reached for Hazard’s arm and trues to force it back into an uncomfortable position.

“This won’t end well.” She decides and you nod, still in awe as you both watch the two men fight. You then recalled that there was a way to get them separated.

“Angela? Do we still have those sleep darts Ana left us?” You were quick to think. Angela hurried off to the supply cabinet and pulled out a small case. “Only two!” She calls out. You were relieved and needed to leave Ana a huge thank you note after this whole debacle. Only two. So one shot for each. Angela loaded the weapon with a grace you had never seen in here.

In a split second the two were shot and out cold. With a twirl of the gun she let out a quick one liner, “Now that’s what I’d like to call a quick discharge.” You let out a snicker and went to grab one of the gurneys.

“Let’s get these guys separated before they wake up.” You encourage and she nods going to help with the mess of the two men.

Golden eyes fluttered open and Hazard winced at the bright lights above him. Then everything cane back to him as the pain racked through him.

“I am glad you’re awake. I didn’t know how long Ana’s sleep tranqs would work for.” You informed him as you approached the bed he was laying on.

“Ya tranqed me las?”

His question pulled a smirk on your face, “I didn’t. Dr. Ziegler did, makes the combat medic stories a bit more real to me, but yeah.” Hazard groans and shifts on the bed, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Well ‘ae guess yer wonderin’ what went on then lass?” His gaze softened as he looked to you, as you worked to prep to examine his injuries gained through his little charade. You pulled on a pair of gloves as you shoot the tank a look making him groan. “Fine, ‘ae got into a bit of ‘ah small fight.”

You snort reaching for the disinfectant, “Small is not how I would describe it. You’ve got bruises, cuts, and I am sure your arm is broken.” You list the many injuries and he huffs.

“Well if that other bastard had just listens to me, lass. Ae wouldn’t be stuck on yer table.” He huffs. You move to his left side and sighed.

“It couldn’t have been that serious knowing you, Findley.” Now he knew you were being serious. It was rare anyone used his first name. Especially you, considering how often he ended up under your care.

“Nae, yer not understanding me, bonny. He was putin’ shame on some poor lass’ name yae hear.” Hazard argued going do as far to raise his voice, “Especially not ah friend. Tis not right!”

“Right because you believe so much in honor when it comes to Mauga?” You huffed as you felt his arm to test the break. Hazard grunted in discomfort as you did so. “Sorry.” You apologized. “It’s definitely broken.” That much you knew.

“He.. He shouldn’t of said what he said.” It was then you could see the pain, the look of dread. Whatever the other tank said must’ve set him off. “Na’er mind tis not important. Just fix me up doc.”

You decide to let it go and hand over the news. “Well since you have gone and broken your arm, Fin the way you have you’re stuck with me for a week.” The tank sighs in frustration and you giggle.

“It should be fun. We can both get on each other’s nerves.”

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Some doodles of my boy Hazard, I am in love!