#madcom doc x reader

[nevadancitizen]

-> FASCINATION WITH THE ORDINARY

synopsis: your world is vastly different from the nevada native to madness combat. after the main three + 2bdamned get transported to your world, they each find things that fascinate them.

word count: 2.5k

characters: hank, deimos, sanford, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: ehh slight yandere/obsession but could also be read as super heavy pining if you're not into that lol

notes: madness combat fandom arise. madness combat fandom come back to me (also set in @/saltymongoose 's self-aware au)

For the sake of consistency, let’s imagine that the Player lives in a big, lonely, woodsy and plain-sy plot of land. There’s little to no outside human interaction, and lots of animals wandering through the area with a river running through it. For the wildlife, I’m basing it on the American South because I’ve lived here my entire life and know how they act.

SUNSETS & SUNRISES

2BDamned would be the most entranced, since he has the most memories from before the fall and before Hank killed the sun. He’s an early riser by nature (since his body has conditioned him so he’s mostly overworked and under-rested, as unhealthy as it is), so he leans more towards the beauty of a sunrise, towards the light that starts to paint the dark sky with hazy orange shades and rosy hues. He likes breathing in the crisp air and the way it almost sends a shock through his lungs.

But the sun stirs a lingering feeling of nostalgia, though, for the way things were before everything fell to madness. Doc tries his best not to let the thoughts get the better of him as you slip through the front door and out onto the front porch, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. 

God, he could imagine staying like this forever: just you, him, a beautiful sunrise, and coffee. Surely the way you pay attention to him, the way you get up extra early to watch the sunrise, the way you doctor his coffee just right – they’re all examples of how you care for him, just as he cares for you. But for now, he’ll just bide his time, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee and purring, soft and raspy, both at the taste and because of your company.

But that doesn’t stop the others from appreciating the astounding view at dusk, because Sanford and Deimos are more partial to sunsets after long days. They like lounging in the adirondack chairs set up around the fire pit, cracking open a few beers, and simply relaxing with you. (Don’t worry, Sanford will gather firewood and Deimos will set it alight if it’s a little too cold for your taste.)

They’re fresher clones, so they don’t remember the sun well, if at all. They both always go quiet when the sun starts to dip below the horizon. Sanford props his tea sunglasses on top of his head and Deimos sets his cigarette in the ashtray as they both stare at the way the light turns the clouds purple and paints the sky with pink streaks. It stirs something sad in your heart – both of these men are pushing and just over the cusp of thirty, yet they don’t know the simple sweetness of a sunset. 

But as soon as night overtakes the sky, they both turn their attention back to you. Deimos makes some suave comment about your beauty being nothing in the face of a sunset in that rumbling, smooth voice of his, and Sanford gives him a pointed glare. Sanford points out that your beauty and the beauty of nature are two whole different things, but keeps showering you with not-so-inadvertent compliments, leaving you flustered and blushing from both grunt’s words.

Hank is somewhat of an anomaly with this one. All of the grunt’s biological clocks are absolutely porked from their time without a sun, but Hank’s affected the worst by far. (That, and he doesn’t really care for the sun. He literally slaughtered it.) Therefore, he’s more privy to waking up in the middle of the night and dragging you onto the roof to look at the stars. 

He likes laying on his back with you on his chest, pointing out the brightest stars and asking you questions about them. (He doesn’t really care, he just likes hearing your voice.) He loves your vivid descriptions of the constellations and how you describe them in intricate ways. To Hank, they’re just sparkly, unreachable dots in the sky, but it seems like, to you, they’re beautiful: like millions of silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet. 

He savors the moments like these the most, when you’re alone with him. There’s no sound except for the crickets and dog-day cicadas and spring peepers and your voice and Hank’s sputtering purring. Honestly, it’s as it should be – without those other pesky dipshits ruining your time together. (Well, he can tolerate Doc, but that annoying extraction team could go fuck themselves for all he cared.)

ENTERTAINMENT

Sanford hates being lazy. He hates feeling like he’s not doing anything useful, even if he’s being useful by resting. The only real way to make him sit down and stop moving is by trapping him on the couch, laying your head in his lap, and turning on the TV. (Even if, for the first thirty minutes, he’s too focused on you and your body heat and how fast his heart is beating to even consider looking at the TV.)

But the thing he loves watching the most isn’t any sort of movie with amazing cinematography or show with riveting writing – it’s infomercials. Specifically, infomercials from the 90’s to the late 2000’s. He likes seeing what things could’ve been like if there was no madness in Nevada, because things are oddly peaceful (at least, to him) in your world. Billy Mays and Cathy Mitchell make him wonder about domestic life with you (even if the Jupiter Jack and the Xpress Redi-Set-Go are completely obsolete by now), and how these little gadgets would make your life together supposedly go smoother.

He likes combing his claws carefully through your hair as you both watch these people play up how useful these obviously useless inventions are. He tries to avert his eyes and act interested in the TV as you look up at him and point out how the Red Devil Grill was recalled because it got so hot it collapsed and caused fires, but can’t. He just can’t keep his eyes off you when you look up at him so sweetly, and can you blame him? You just make his face so warm and his heart beat so fucking fast…

Deimos has always had a fascination with electronics, but it’s mostly been from a tactical and weaponized standpoint. But he’s discovered (well, really, you introduced him to) video games. He absolutely loves curling up into your side, purring and providing commentary as he watches you play. (Because, despite his trying, he hasn’t really gotten a hang of the controls yet.)

He loves more story-fueled games with characters he can really get attached to. He likes investing himself in things and people that don’t actually affect him, because seeing your favorite character go through dire straits or even die hurts for a little while, but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone get eviscerated right in front of you. And, yeah, he totally cried when Arthur Morgan died (and totally played it up so that you’d comfort him). 

He also likes draping himself over you in the middle of a boss fight, wriggling and nuzzling into your cheek, causing you to giggle, lose focus, and, obviously, die. He strings together half-hearted apologies through his raspy purring, but he’s not really sorry. More deaths means more time spent with him, and internally, he’s completely and honestly unapologetic for his underhanded tactics. 

Due to the nature of his administrative role, Doc spends a lot of time in front of screens. He likes to unplug and unwind by reading, no doubt with a straight-up hazardous amount of coffee by his side. He prefers reading with you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, whether you’re also reading or working on something else. Though he’s inexperienced (and sometimes even shy) with these types of things, he’s more than happy to ease into affectionate touches and romance that kills his common sense with you. 

His tastes are often cheap, but when he earns enough dough, he likes to splurge on second-hand college anatomy textbooks. No, he’s not planning on going to university, but he wants to know the inner workings of the human system (and, therefore, the inner workings of you). He also likes speculative biology and seeing what humans think about other intelligent species potentially being out there.

He would absolutely be elated (though he tries his best to hide it) if you took his interests seriously and discussed them with him. He tries to keep you in his makeshift office and away from the others so you can continue to spend this precious alone time with him, but that doesn’t stop the red-hot flare of jealousy as one of the others bursts in with a childish ask about something that should be obvious. (Of fucking course you wouldn’t want to go for a walk, Deimos, have you seen the weather out? Leave you and him alone!)

Obviously Hank would love gorefest and splatter film movies because of his all-encompassing and absolute love for carnage, and he’d love them even more if you got scared and hid yourself in his shoulder or chest. It’s clear that he’s your strongest and most capable vessel, so he clearly agrees with your choice to choose him as your protector (even if that choice is based on an instinctive need to hide). 

He also loves WWE and MMA fighting. When given the choice, he opts for MMA because it’s real and bloody and he prefers seeing people push themselves to their absolute limit rather than some predetermined fight that serves a higher storyline. (But, then again, he really likes the clip of Undertaker breaking into Paul Bearer’s house during an interview and throwing a cabinet at him because, what the fuck? He’s never thought of that before! Using things from the environment when out of weapons instead of his fists could be an improvement. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from these fake fighters…)

And, yes, if you give him access to Twitter he will turn your entire timeline into those backyard fight videos and dashcam car crashes. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens.

ANIMALS

Being a natural night owl, Deimos loves keeping a lookout for what critters come out at night. When he’s on the front porch with you, smoking a cigarette and waving away mosquitoes, he makes sure to keep an eye out for weird and unusual wildlife. (While pressed against your side and purring loudly, no doubt.)

He likes watching the whip-poor-wills swoop down and catch the moths that swarm around the overhead porch lights. Yes, he will try to catch one, but backs off when you tell him to. Instead, he opts for digging in the dirt to find beetles and grubs to toss up in the air for the small birds to catch. He will kinda feel bad if the beetles hit the ground but will continue to throw them to the birds when you tell him insects are basically immune to fall damage, so… no harm, no foul.

He’s also absolutely enamored by raccoons. He likes throwing food to them from the safety of the porch and watching them eat with their little grabby hands. He’s very reckless so, despite your warnings, he’ll try to squirrel one away inside the house. (He does this multiple times and, without fail, gets bitten each time. 2B has given him multiple rabies shots after shooing the raccoons out with a broom.)

Speaking of Doc, he enjoys going out in nature and finding decaying things just to see how many buzzards arrive. He excuses it with something about wanting to see if decomposition works the same across both your world and his, but he secretly finds some relation with the birds – something about being deliverers and arbiters and negators of death. (Though the last one really only applies to him.)

He also likes the rare sightings of wild horses. He’ll go out of his way to (carefully, shyly) rouse you from whatever you’re doing to go take a look at the majestic beasts, and he’ll be even more excited if there’s a foal wandering between the stocky legs of the adults. 

He just barely brushes his fingers against yours as you both stand on the edge of the treeline and watch them graze. Seeing the foal break from the herd, kick out and tumble and fall over and immediately get back up sparks… something in his heart. A vision. Just you, just him, linked pinkies, and a future together, with this warm feeling in his chest.

Hank really likes the more dangerous creatures. He gets along well with cottonmouth and other venomous snakes (and “gets along well” really means that they’re mean as can be and strike as often as possible while he just holds them and smiles at you). 

If you don’t keep a close enough eye on him, he’ll wander off and try to provoke larger animals, like bobcats. To him, they’re just tiny little pussycats, even if they pose a real threat and could kill him. Please don’t let him go too far, because if he comes across a bear, he will try to wrestle it, and Doc doesn’t like having to do emergency surgery on the island countertop in your kitchen. 

On multiple occasions, he’s come back to the house after being missing for hours, reeking of skunk spray. He just purrs happily as you tell him to strip and hold still as you spray him down with the hose.

Sanford is way calmer with his interactions with wildlife. He likes sitting on the dock with you and watching the fish swim by (because he’s impressed both by the fish and by the river – he’s never seen water in such great quantity!) Set him up with a hook, lure, and line and he’ll be entertained for hours. Though he struggles a bit with making streamers and fishing knots due to his big hands and claws, he’s more than patient when you teach him (mostly because he gets to spend time with you). 

When he’s fishing, he likes to look around and observe – mostly because fishing is a waiting game. His favorite visitors are herds of whitetail deer, especially when summer is in full swing and the fawns are ready to start exploring. They remind him of his family, mainly because of the way the does don’t really care which fawn is theirs, just that each is getting enough milk. You point at them and discuss them with him in small whispers because you don’t want to spook them. 

Again, it reminds him of his want for a domestic life with you. Just basking in the mottled sun that seeps through the trees, dipping your bare feet in the cool river water as a catfish tugs on the line – it’s all he wants, really. Now if he could just get the rest of the grunts to leave you alone… excluding Deimos, of course.

[cook1emadness]

Hmmm, 2B x a reader who is super bubbly and sweet? Like grunts working with 2B sometime do double takes because reader is so kind and is dating their very strict boss.

Either hcs or a small story is fine

Omg yes!!!

2bdamned with bubbly and sweet Assistant!Reader

2bdamned still till this day doesn't know how he dated you. Every time he looks at you, he questions how you love him.

You're sweet and bubbly while he's cold-hearted and dull. Opposite attract really is real.

Deimos still tries to figure out how someone like you dated 2bdamned. Did you change him? Nope, he's still grumpy.

2bdamned is less rude with you, always telling you to do something and you do it, no questions asked. Unless you get lost.

The first time you met 2bdamned, you weren't sweet and bubbly. You were in your own personal space and mind.

But when he ordered you to do something, you smiled and kindly nodded. He didn't think about it until many days, and many times, he ordered you to do something.

He then starts to see how sweet you were and bubbly you are when around others. He didn't seem to like how kind you were it reminded him of Skinner.

But it didn't bother him. What bothered him was how you double your task and make him coffee, he's a favorite one too.

He thought you were some kind of spy. But you proven enough to make him know your not one, your just so innocent? No you also kill so that's not it.

He never understood you, how can someone like you exist??? Even the maker would question this.

That when you two start getting to know each other. He starts to try to understand you, and little by little he start growing feelings.

He hates how he ends up having these feelings, turning him into a tsundere. He tries to push you away, but that didn't last long.

But he then confesses his feelings, and to his surprise, you said yes(he was expecting a no)

Now that you're dating, it's time to explain how your relationship with him goes.

When you first began dating, he didn't show his affection until you two were alone. He likes his relationship to be private. He doesn't want anyone to find out he is dating you. He's has enemies, and it's best your relationship with him stays low and secretive.

He is still getting used to the whole dating thing, and sometimes he feels like he's not being one.

Also, his workaholic, don't be surprised when you see him in his office 24/7, don't even think about telling what to do he doesn't like following orders.

So, instead of ordering to stop, you help him finish his work faster so he can get some damn sleep.

One of the reasons why he loves you. He likes someone who helps him around rather than ordering him to do something.

When you're talking to someone, he gets jealous and orders you to do something. He's way, saying, "I'm jealous and you're not helping"

Dates? Coffee.

Give him this man a kiss where his cheeks used to be, and he would get flustered and go tsundere mood.

Bonus

If Hank were to find out about this, he would look for you and ask petty things. Why? Becasue he wants to piss 2bdamned off.

[the-ganymedian]

if you feel like doing so, i think a main 4 x aahw defector reader would be neat. bonus points for an atp defector

Four egg yolks hot and ready!

MAIN 4 X EX ATP READER

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Hank:

-It still baffles him to think about. How could somebody who brings him such joy use to be part of one of the many banes of his existence?

-At least that explains some familiar behaviours he's seen in you. Whether it be in how you fight, your technical capacities, or just general habits you've picked up from the AAHW, he's spent too much time being hunted for sport not to notice.

-He'll ask you what yellow blood tastes like. And also ask for a taste. What? He's curious!

-They like to have sparring matches with you. They'd like it regardless of your background, but it's especially interesting now, especially if you know a few weaknesses of his based on what they've seen at the agency, he likes a challenge.

-It's sort of weird to see the man you were attempted-brainwashed into killing be so... calm. He isn't very good at affection, so he hopes their staring, defending you in battle, head pats or decreased grumpiness makes you understand he appreciates you.

-If your old job had somebody specific tourment you in any way, pass him the word. He's always happy to kill, especially if it's more violent than ususal, and especially if it's for you.

Sanford:

-He has... mixed feelings. On one hand, it's good to have some genetically engineered expertise on hand, plus one less AAHW member, but on the other he's always had a vicious hate of anything ATP, both on the field and even with the prototypes back when he was still an agent. Don't take it against you though, his intial aprehension will eventually melt down.

-However, as a lover of chemistry and bomb-making himself, you most likely have more than one opportunity to bond over what you know. It's sweet to see him so passionate about what he does and how he does it.

-He's rather worried about you being an AAHW dissenter. They have a very strong vendetta against thair traitors, and he really hates the idea of you having to face the consequences of a power hungry organization, just because you wanted a more deserved life.

-Sometimes he thinks about the "logistics" of you being an ex agent. He doesn't like to think about how any of those mooks he has killed or tortured in cold blood at best, and with delight most often, could have been you if you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It's something that makes him realize these are people he's murdering.

-If you kept any of your gear, he's actually quite curious to try it! For what it is, the stuff ATP units are given can be quite interesting technology, especially the headgear. Not the suits though, those were always too tight for him.

-He's also pretty curious about your organs and such. He's overheard a little about the machines making up ATP bodies, or the differences in metabolism from that yellow blood, but he's never had any sort of testimony on what it actually feels like. Plus, he's a bit of a gym rat, so he likes to hear how differently your body works from his.

-(Bonus: I like to think ATP engineers have more type 1 muscles fibers, while ATP soldats have more type 2.)

Deimos:

-"Yeah, they suck, don't they?" Lots of shit-talking the agency and reminiscing on bad memories between you two.

-He's actually quite curious about you being an ATP. Likes to ask a bunch of questions, like how the upgrade process goes, what was different about the work assigned, if you got paid better than him, etc etc.

-Gives you a bunch of yellow based nicknames. Sometimes it's cute, like 'lemon cake', sometimes it's cuter, like 'jaundice'.

-He likes to take selfies with you and hack them onto the AAHW websites and computers along with one to twenty messages made just to piss them off.

-And he'll invite you to vandalize and mock the AAHW with him! You can help him out in slathering their walls with graffiti or partake in a bit of online trolling!

-"Say, uh, do you still have one of those suits or something?" He'll try to convince you he's just curious to see what you would have looked like back in the agency days, but you can tell why he wants you to wear your old suit again. The dusting of red on his face when he thinks about it is enough to know.

2BDamned:

-He already knew. Even if the circumstances would have made it hard to find out, he could have guessed from the yellowish skintone alone, and that's not counting after he's made and got the documents about you.

-Will most definitely ask you questions about the AAHW. He already knows a lot from being an ex-agent and S.Q info stealing, but you most likely have some extra information he doesn't.

-You definitely notice how some of these questions seem a little more personal though. Like how you were treated, how monitored was your personnal life, if there was anyone in particular you didn't like... Safe to say, he's more worried about you than he lets on.

-He knows how brutal the agency can be towards any dissenter it finds; he's suffered the consequences himself. So he wants to make sure he knows what it did to you. (So he can know how he can take revenge.)

-S.Q doesn't actually have that many ATP members, not as much as redbloods at least, so you might get a liiiitle bit of a higher rank over the others. It's not favouritism, it's strategy!

-He'll also ask if he can taste your blood. Though he's a lot more civil than Hank, as he says it's for science that he spills the blood drawing syringes content into his mouth; hidden from you of course, he's got some discipline and a respectful attitude to uphold. Though you definitely notice how he can start staring for a little too long when he's healing you. Maybe the unliscensed medicine has gotten to his head a little bit...

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[amononymous]

doc x reader where he's comforting the reader. maybe they're sick or injured

I’ll get to it!

Note: Yeah I know it took a long but I had irl and sometimes I didn’t feel like it please-

A groan was produced as you duck your head under the blanket, attempting to block out any lights that shined on your eyes. 

The heavy breathing and the irritating headache causes your body to feel heavy, sinking you into the firm mattress.

The discomforting feeling only agitates you more.  The sweat drips down, leaving a wet trail on the surface of your skin.

“Morning, [reader].” A rumbling, smooth voice resounds in your ears.  “Is something wrong?”

Without a thought, you muttered, “Doc?”  Your voice had an unstable and frigid tone embedded in it.

“You’re not sick are you?” 

You feel the chilling air sweeping against you as the blanket is pulled away, come to think of it.  Weren’t you outside most of the time the past few days?

Your mind blurs as you suppress the urge to yawn, letting tears generate from the duct before rubbing it away, letting it spread on your wrist.

“Are you feeling ill perhaps?”  Doc traces his fingertips over your moistened forehead.  “Hmm, your forehead is warmer than usual,” he added before taking off his glove.

Your eyes widened a little as his palms pressed,  feeling the heat radiating from your forehead.  

You feel the back of his hand sliding down to your cheek, his gentle caress comforting you as he checks for your temperature.

“You’re burning up…” Doc proclaimed.  “We’ll need to get that fixed.”

Watching as he steps back out, you noticed your body has been sweating a lot more.  That icky feeling from your arms is present.  The sweat drying up, makes your skin feel marginally sticky.  

Reminding you of melted candy on your hand.  The residue makes your hand grimy and sticky, the sweet plunging into your nostrils.

“Alright.  I’ve prepared you with the necessities.”  Doc said, coming into the room with a tray.

The smell of chicken broth immediately fills the room, accompanied by ginger and turmeric to enhance the fragrance that gets your stomach rumbling. 

You can get a faint hint of herbs and spices.  The minty, refreshing smell causes your mind to relax as Doc gently sets down the tray with a sigh.

“No way.” You marveled.  “You made that by the time you left?”

“Why, but of course,” Doc responded, giving you medicine.  “It’s the many things I am familiar with when I’m under the weather.”

Taking the medicine, you get this cooling feeling as the water went down, it tastes… clean?  That was what you can only think of. The lingering aroma of the soup gets more noticeable as Doc brings it closer to you.  “Here, it’s warm.”

However, you had another idea.

“Doc.  How about you feed me the soup?” You asked with a blush.  “I want you to be there for me.”

“Huh?” The question catches Doc off guard before he smiled.  “What are you, a kid?”

“Just one, alright?  One time, then I’ll eat it all by myself.”

“...You’re really unpredictable sometimes.”

Doc sighs as he lifts up the spoon containing the soup.  

You look at him with a smile as a sigh escaped his lips.

Despite having to deal with your childish antics.  Maybe caring for you isn’t something he could refuse after all.

And you would most definitely think the same too.

[skibidimadness]

Hey, so I'm making a main 4 x human reader, I'm getting back into madness combat, but i need to figure out how not to make this shit cringe

(it probably gonna be cringe and the prologue is probably cringed as fuck already)

So, should i make the story that follows madness project nexus or the series

You decide for me

You can reply or reblog to maybe help me, give some headcanons... if you want to

[goosedoes-fics]

Madness Headcanons

Madcom x Reader

Content Warnings: I talk about tits a lot sorry. Also mentions of organ failure and transfem Tricky

Notes: Trying to get back into the writing groove. Sorry if this is shit

HANK J WIMBLETON

If you didn't know ASL before meeting them, they would communicate primarily with hand and head movements. He's too cool to use a notepad

Not a big fan of PDA, but in private he's quite affectionate and cuddly. theyre just a big ass guard dog cmon

Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton what are you doing here????? waiting for them to play gangnam styl.

DEIMOS

Transgenda

I like to imagine Dedmos's rock face works similarly to Hank's metal jaw. It's just a rock jaw. Rock lobster.

He is an ASSHOLE (affectionate)

The kind of person to like. Punch your shoulder when they laugh

Their ideal first date is stealing the declaration of independence

If you don't make him, he will go days without showering he is SO smelly anfd SO stinky. He has GREASY ASS HAIR i just know it

SANFORD

If Hank is a guard dog he's one of those goofy dogs that look like bear cubs

VERY big fan of PDA he will smooch you anywhere. everywhere. any time any place any day

He takes missions more seriously than Deimos but outside of missions he is just a big fat goofball

I'm going to place my hands directly on his man tits. anyways where was I

He lost his nipples in The War

I'm kidding. He lost them during top surgery.

At this point i'm aiming the transgenderification beam at all of them. nobody is safe. BE TRANSGENDER

DOC

Sometimes he wears his hair down and it's like a mullet w/ shaved sides

Out of all of them he's the most adverse to PDA but! In private he is very sweet. very silly

Hey are you okay with being tested on? Yeah? Cool will you drink this organ failure potion I brewed

Plays the piano sometimes! He might serenade you if you ask nicely

TRICKY

BE TRANSGENDER. (shoots her with my transfem beam)

Yeah so he/she bigender Tricky is real. Krinkels told me himself

He is like a big weird dog as well. He might lick your face (don't let him zed spit is slightly acidic)

Probably likes PDA the most. She will make out with you very grossly and sloppily in the middle of McDonalds

Very soft very fluffy. Which is surprising considering how many times he's died

His tail is somewhat prehensile, he could dangle from a tree branch if he tried hard enough

CHURCH AND JORGE

They are very good at sharing!

Sorry not sorry yandere enjoyers but they would NOT kill someone for looking at you they would be like haha yeah everyone should look at our awesome fucking partner theyre so cool and hot

Sometimes they forget how big they are compared to you so they might try to like flop over on you. Pigpile on the small one

Very prone to roughhousing and play fighting but they'll be gentle if you ask

BEEFY BOYS 😍

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Oh, speaking of those madcom x knocked up reader, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you think you could do some with Chopper Dave, Q-Bert and Skinner? You don’t have to ofc just. Asking

Cant be any characters left surely @_@ xD

Dis gon be looooong, get a snack or two, and some water.

Knocked up [Chopper Dave, Q-Bert, Skinner]

CW: AFAB reader, gender neutral, pregnancy warning

Dave

You were lounging on Dave's bed, waiting for him to finish fetching his charge back, a strong grunt with powers unmatched by any. They were highly favoured by all in the building, and your boyfriend shared in that admiration.

Killing time by playing games on your tablet, awaiting your man to ambush him with the news. You'd missed a cycle, and decided to take a test, which sat in the bathroom bin wrapped in toiler paper, cross marked. Positive.

It's not like you'd been actively trying for a child, but you weren't being careful either, let nature take her course and that course was parenthood. The door slid open, and your lover stepped in, beaming when he saw you. "Ello love,"

He removed his hat, placing it on the coat rack before strolling over and giving you a sweet kiss. "hope you 'aven't been too bored waiting for me, pigeon." His love of the sky invaded everything in his life, even his pet names for you, always something to do with birds.

"Hi Davey." You greeted back, nuzzling into his palm. "No, I've been playing GruntCraft. Built some silly things in creative mode. You wanna see?" He took off his jacket, revealing his sweaty t shirt, when he was out of the sky, his jacket cooked him.

"Sure thing, hen." He sat next to you, his hand massaging your back instinctively, his love language being physical touch. His fingertips sent pleasant shivers up your spine.

You shifted your character around and showed off some of the builds, getting a laugh as you showed off your giant wool sheep, with actual sheep inside it's hollow body. "Davey, there's something important I need to tell you."

"Your sheep building skills are baaahhdass. I already know." Dave grinned at you, his suave British charm making your heart flutter. You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, he was a goofball and you loved that about him.

"Its important, Dave." He lifted his arm, and you cuddled close into him, his familiar scent calming you down, yet exciting you too. "We're gonna have a baby."

Confusion crossed his features. "You what bird?" His brows knitted together. "That's a daft joke."

"It's not a joke honey. You can check in the bathroom bin, there's a test in there. You and me, we're having a baby." Dave's eyes lit up and he covered your face in kisses, his stubble scratching up your chin.

"We're pregnant? Really? Oh pidge we're gonna have a little aviator! Ach, we can paint their room to look like the sky, hang little planes up, and and-"

"Easy tiger," You laughed, music to his ears. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly fall deeper in love with you, you were going to carry his child. "we've got months to prepare. Besides, what if he or she prefers boat?"

Dave let out a dramatic gasp. "Then they're no child of mine!" He snorted and chuckled, unable to keep his fake shock up for a mere moment.

News quickly spread about your immanent baby, Dave gushing to everyone about his wonderful partner and their soon to be physical form of love for each other.

Bossman seemed to zone out when he talked, nodding along with the occasional "Mmmhmm."

Q-Bert rolled his eyes anytime the subject was brought up. "Are ye actually gonna buy somethin' or are ye jus' gon' waste my time again?"

Skinner was amused, letting him talk freely as much as his heart desired. "It's very rare that babies are even conceived in all of Nevada, let alone one right in this base. I'm sure they'll be a wonderful boost to morale."

None of the chefs gave him the time of day, he wasn't there for guns, so they had no interest.

Doc seemed sceptical to begin with, but would sometimes offer his own advice, having had a hand in Deimos' birth, and raising the little ankle biter. "Best advice I can really offer? Sleep when the baby sleeps. Don't try and sleep regularly, you'll be on baby time until they settle."

The mysterious grunt who seemed to build up the SQ didn't speak to anyone most of the time, would silently listen to Dave going on about anything and everything. "Hey listen, if uh, y'see anything sweet out there, like candy or chocolate, would you mind bringing some back? Pregnancy cravings are a bitch when you don't got much to work with." And faithfully, they'd always end up with something you'd enjoy.

Evenings and nights were blissful for the most part, a snack in hand while Dave talked about his day, interesting things he saw while flying, or a brief rundown of whatever the leader was up to that day. He was always massaging your feet which ached thanks to the added weight, or your tummy so he could hopefully coax a kick out of his little one.

"Does it hurt? When they kick." He perked up one night, hand over your active baby's writhing.

"No, but it's weird. Nice, but weird. At least we know they're healthy." You smiled, and Dave rested his head on your stomach.

"Aye, want nothing more than to have a healthy mite."

"What about yours?"

"Ey?" You poked Dave's gut.

"Your baby, does it kick?"

His cheeks turned red. "Oi! Cheeky bird! Don't insult my love handles. I'll have you know I worked very hard to get this dad bod for you."

Sleeping together was nice, you'd sleep on your side, a pillow between your legs, since it was most comfortable, and Dave would have an arm around your belly, spooning you from behind, keeping you safe in his grasp.

He'd cut back slightly on his drinking, slowly but surely becoming less indulgent on intoxicants to have a good time, enjoying just living in the moment with you, working towards the future.

Decorating the new nursery was a lot of effort too, he'd always work up a sweat painting, decorating, building baby essentials, it helped slim down his figure a little, but he was still plenty squishable and lovable.

He still had a job to do, indebted to the silent boss of the building, always flying them back and forth even if he wanted to hang around the closer your expectant day came. Alas, he was out flying when the action kicked off.

Bossman luckily had been passing by when you called out for help, and he rushed off to get Skinner, who easily picked you up and carried you to his office with care. You cried out for Dave, but he was absent, and Bossman was constantly pacing, calling him over the radio constantly.

"Don't worry, even if Dave isn't here, you're in safe hands." Skinner reassured you, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth.

"Why did he have to go out today?" You sobbed, this was scary, you had to face this alone, and he promised he'd be here for you. But he wasn't. "I hate him!"

Skinner nodded to his nurse, who took over caring for you while be busied himself at your other end. "You don't hate him, you're just upset he's not here." The nurse was kind, he was doing his best to soothe you. "I'm sure he's on his way as soon as possible."

Hours later, the door slid open, and Dave came running in. "PIGEON!" He yelled, running to your side. "I'm so sorry, boss wanted a lift to the otherside of Nevada and I-I I'm sorry!" He was crying, clearly upset about not being here the whole time.

"You're here now at least." You took Dave's hand. "You're here for the worst of it." He didn't leave your side, even as you crushed his hand. Eventually, you successfully delivered a baby girl, which Dave had insisted on naming Ava.

Q-Bert

You and Q-Bert weren't dating, more of a situationship. Both had urges, and could help each other out, and that worked fine. Until it didn't.

He was at his usual post, chewing tobacco behind his shop, legs crossed and propped on his desk, arms folded behind his head. You stepped up to his space, and he lifted his head, shadows cast over his eyes.

"Alright lovely?" Bert greeted you with a grin, his brown stained teeth coated in fresh poison. His accent was intoxicating, everything about him was. From a foreign land, with a strange voice and weird customs, like .... Haggis.

"Hope you've brought your wallet, 'coz I ain't able to scratch yer itches right now, as nice as the break would be. Mmmhh, actually, scratch that. Maybe if yer wantin' somethin' quick."

"Not right now, Bert. There's uh, a slight issue with our... thing." You felt flustered, even when he was being a perverted bastard, it was still charming. Bert spat his chew into the bin to his left and sighed.

"Yer callin' it off? Guess I should'a seen it comin'." His lip stuck out, he'd have to find someone else to bunk with now, which was gonna suck. But of course a pretty thing like you would move on and find someone willing to commit with them. He knew he couldn't, and he'd told you that. Commitment issues, never one to settle down.

"No, hear me out Bert." Rip off the bandaid. "I'm pregnant, and you're the father." That made him freeze up.

"Ye... yer sure about that?" You nodded to him, throwing your positive test onto his desk. "...'Ow do I know it's my wee bairn?"

He was starting to get under your skin. "You think I've been getting cosy with the other guys? Really? You think that I'm like that?"

Q-Bert got to his feet, raising his hands. "Nay 'course not. I just.. Shit.. Look I've had a few flames who pulled a stunt like this, they were lying just tae get tae me money."

"I don't give a fuck about the money!" You snapped at him. "I thought you knew that." Turning you back to him, you heaved out a sigh. "Look, I can do this myself if you don't want a part in it. Bossman, Skinner and Doc will be more than happy to help." As you began to head back to your room, arms wrapped around your middle.

"Nae, don' go. I'm sorry. A've been fucked over a lot in life, orite? Gettin' close to people ain't really been ma thing. But you, fuck, a've let a few of me walls down fer you. I canne promise you commitment, that's a big ask and I canne agree, but I'll do everything I can to keep you an' our wee bairn in good hands."

As previously stated, Bert isn't a good support system, unless you directly tell him what you need. He doesn't take hints well, but you can tell he's trying his best. "Ye look like ye could use a drink."

"I can't drink while pregnant, remember?"

"Oh.. right yeh." Bert would visit your quarters more often, bringing snacks he'd gotten in exchange for a few favours. His profits were biting a little, but a few bullets in exchange for your favourite candy was a worthy sacrifice. "Look, I got some of yer favourite crisps."

You graciously accepted his offerings, feeling like a dragon atop a snack hoard while your knight added to your pile.

Even when he was behind the desk, he'd have time for you. You could have the comfiest chair in his little room, or if he was laying back and lounging, you could cuddle into him, he'd rub your aching back and hips. Even as you got heavier, he didn't complain too much, just adjusting himself slightly to deal with the baby weight.

Sometimes he'd invite you back to his room to sleep next to him, missing the company. Despite saying he'd probably find someone else to share his time with, he didn't.

Other times you'd fall asleep alone in your bed, and wake up to his arms around you, his face buried into your back, hair, or shoulder. The distance between you and him made his heart ache, as much as he hated to admit it. He'd grown too fond of you, and he felt insecure, worried that something would ruin this piece of happiness he'd come to enjoy.

But... the pain never came.

With you, god with you he felt secure. He felt safe. And for the first time, in a long, long time, he felt genuinely happy. Of course you were different, you were carrying his baby for christ-sake. You'd sheltered and protected him, loved him like no other, and he finally opened his eyes to the fact.

One night you were laying in bed, and he entered, expecting you to be asleep as usual as he settled next to you. "Och..." His hand grazed your arm, softly and sweetly. "I love you so much." His stubble scratched your cheek as he kissed it.

"I love you too Bert." You mumbled tiredly, and he froze.

"Yer... awake?" You let out a noise of confirmation, and his face turned beet red, but it was thankfully masked by the darkness. "I.. dunno what tae say."

"Nothing, I'm tired and want to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" You carefully rolled over, facing him, seeing his expression soften in the dim light of the room.

"Alright love," He leaned in, kissing you tenderly, a hint of minty mouthwash on his lips.

It was another day in his office, lounging on him while he stroked your hair, chewing his tobacco and humming away when something ran down your legs. "Did ye just piss on me?" Q-Bert looked mortified. "If ye needed tae go ye shoulda said!"

"No, that's... You need to go get Skinner." The walk around the base would've been too much for your tired legs, so it was easier, and safer, to have the big doc carry you around.

Skinner suggested an epidural, which you decided to take. It hurt like hell to start with, but he swore it would make delivery easier for you. After hours and hours of body straining work, the G3 proudly announced. "It's a boy! And a chubby one too! Look at his fat little face!"

You looked at Bert, face sweaty and flush. "Magnum it is then." He'd asked you if you'd consider naming the child after a gun, which ... was weird but hey, why not.

Laying with a now settled newborn in your arms, Bert leaning over the bed to rub his cheek softly. "I'm gonna need tae get a beby holster."

Skinner

It started a few months ago, your favourite doctor snuggling you into the crook of his arm as you prepared to sleep, him absentmindedly scrolling down his social feed until something caught his interest.

"Hmm.. Seems an old friend of mine birthed a child recently." You were nearly in dreamland, his sudden voice waking you up slightly.

"Really? Interesting." You yawned, not out of disinterest, but pure exhaustion.

"What's even more intriguing is the fact she's a G3, like me. And her partner is just a normal grunt. It would seem my kind is capable of producing offspring after all. Curious." Sitting up slightly, you glanced at his screen, seeing a proud looking G3 with a baby in her arms, her partner equally as delighted with their little hybrid baby.

By all accounts, it was just like any other baby grunt, tiny enough in size, the only large feature from their mother they currently possessed were the thick, long eyelashes. "Drs. Eleanor Porter and Malicious Magnificent welcome their newest family member.. Proving once again life overcomes all in Eden.

Porter and I used to study together, both preferring to aid the hurt instead of shed blood like our other G3s. I'm glad she's doing well." Skinner's eyes lingered on the child, the beaming smiles on the tiny family's faces.

"Do.. you want a baby?" He looked at you, his smile carved permanently into his features. To some, G3s were Frankenstein monsters, to others their defining features made them more beautiful.

His massive hand cupped your cheek, eyes softening. "With you? Of course. I could think of nothing greater than being the one who gets to create a life with you."

"C'mere beautiful," You held his face in your hands too, giving him a loving kiss on his teeth. "you're gonna be the best dad."

Skinner set his tablet down, getting comfortable next to you. "We're going to have to closely monitor your heat cycles, picking out the best time to....Procreate." He was incredibly embarrassed about it, being posh and prudish was by default built into G3s.

A few months of trying and you could now share the happy news. "Hey smiles," You wandered into medbay, seeing him rummaging around in his new supplies.

"Hello dear!" He set the box down, coming over to greet you with a hug and a kiss, his usual greeting to you. "I got some new bits from our friends, something you might like!" He took your hand and guided you over, pulling out prenatal vitamins. "It took a while to find these, but I managed to strike a deal with an Employer, and she helped me out."

"An Employer? Honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into? They're... Not the best people." You wondered what this had cost him.

"This one is! Dreamer is a compassionate one, I told her about our dreams and she offered to help."

You knew vaguely of the Dreamer, the sandman of Nevada, one who walks in dreams. "No strings attached?"

"None! She's very nice, if you make the effort to seek her out. But it is a lot of effort, let me tell you that."

You got on your tiptoes and kissed Skinner. "Okay, I trust you. I guess I should start taking these now, right?"

"Hmm? Oooh!" Skinner looked excited. "Are you-?"

"Yes!" He picked you up in his arms and spun you around, his face glowing with pride.

"We're having a baby!!" He stopped spinning and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Oh, boy, girl? Both? There's so much to cover! At least I get to do this with you, my other half, my better half. You're in good medical hands, only the very best for my sweet partner."

Being with him was a breeze, everyone loved the medic and his partner, and would lend a hand at any chance to either of you. Bossman agreed to paint the nursery, going with a yellow theme since it's a rare colour out in the world, and it's gender neutral. Plus he has a box of rubber ducks he can use for more decor

A few old crates from Q-Bert with a little TLC made a stable crib, stuffed with anything soft the team could find, from pillows, to blankets, to stuffed toys. This baby was going to have the whole base lending a hand to raise it, a sense of community and duty falling on everyone.

Skinner made sure to get you into his office routinely, checking up on both you and baby, quivering with excitement every time. "I think it's about time we can use the ultrasound machine to have a good look at our little one!" He was an excited puppy, eagerly patting the medical bed while pulling the machine over.

"This will be cold, fair warning." Your stomach chilled as he carefully applied the gel, and the two of you looked to the screen as he guided the device over your womb, catching sight of a little figure wriggling around inside.

"Oh my, so tiny." You smiled sweetly, seeing the budding life inside of you for the first time. "Half of you, half of me, all perfect." Skinner put the device down and kissed you tenderly.

"All the perfection comes from you, my dearest." You interlaced your fingers with his, his massive hands making yours look tiny by comparison.

"Nope, you're a perfect man, you were built to be perfect." You kissed him back, giggling slightly as his eyes widened before closing, he leaned into you and let out a content sigh.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Skinner's eyes were half lidded, he was maddeningly in love.

"A few times, here and there." You joked, this man told you daily of his affections, how you were absolutely everything to him.

Months flew by, your expected date drawing closer and closer, all while doted on your massive man. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do, foot rubs, pregnancy cravings, massages, holding your hair as your body went through morning sickness. Sweet butterfly kisses on your belly, music to help stimulate your daughter, time spent cuddling up and talking to the little one... Who was getting rather big.

"I think she's growing a bit too much, don't you?" You looked mildly concerned at your latest ultrasound, and down to your stomach. "What if she's getting your genes? How am I gonna deliver a massive baby?"

"Well... I suppose. She is sizeable, I could induce you, she's a little early for sure, but we have the means to support her if she is." Skinner tapped his chin. "Entirely depends on what you think is best for you two.

I could also perform a C-section, which would negate the need for a natural delivery with such a huge baby. That would put you out of action for at least six weeks however. It's quite a burden on your body. But equally, I suppose the natural route could do that too."

"I think... Induction would be easiest. Do you think we could maybe.. do it sooner rather than later? Like... Today? I'm just worried if she gets any bigger, it's really going to do a lot of damage to my body."

"T-today? I'll have to call my nurse in, but yes, I could do, if that's what you want." Skinner kissed your cheek. "I promise you dear, I'm going to do everything to make this easy for you."

Skinner made sure you were well medicated though an epidural, he was careful and considerate, as he promised he would be. Delivery was slow, making you weak and exhausted, but eventually, your baby girl was welcomed to the world.

As expected, she was a large baby, tiny claws at the end of her fingers, a tuft of grey hair already forming on her head, she had a set of lungs on her, wailing out for the base to hear.

A darkness came from the corner, an Employer taking shape, had you not been so numb and sore, you'd have freaked out. Purple eyes full of stars formed, and a soothing voice rolled out. "You've done well, I'm proud of you." She was ethereal, almost made of smoke, body gliding over the tile floor.

Carefully Dreamer laid a hand over your forehead, and at once you felt relief and relaxed. "I figured it only right to visit my gift to you, life is truly precious, especially at such a tender time" She turned to Skinner. "Take care of them, I know it doesn't need saying to you, but, all the same." And she was gone.

In that time, your baby had stopped crying, still in her father's arms, swaddled safely in a purple star covered blanket, and he handed her to you. "She's happy, she's healthy, she's absolutely everything I'd hoped for. My darling, there's nothing else in this world I could ask for."

"How about... we call her Celestial?" You smiled with tired eyes and Skinner kissed you.

"Blessed by the dream-weaver, I see no other name befitting of such a wonderful infant, gifted by the stars above." And baby Celeste was truly a blessing.

[amunisence]

Nevada isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rogue Player AU: Chapter 1.4

Check out saltymongoose (SAMAU) and dallyfae (Purgatory Mode - New Player AU): what my AU is based on and inspirations! Story is on an indefinite hiatus.

<<First Next>>

You look up at Doc in confusion, "Hired? For what?"

"Mercenary work. You'll go on missions with Hank and the others."

"But..."

"You just healed Christoff faster than I examined him. If we're going to put up a fight against Player- er- the other Player, we need abilities like yours."

After seeing the damage the other Player accidentally did to Christoff, you understand Doc's desire to have you join SQ.

"You're right," you say after some deliberation.

"Good. We're on the same page then." Doc saunters over to his desk. "I have a looooot of paperwork to revise, so I would appreciate some solitude," he says as he starts sifting through papers. You nod and start heading towards the door.

"Wait," Doc interjects before you leave, "Sanford and Deimos have a mission soon. You should join them, so you know what to expect."

"Oh, sure!"

"Hank, go take the Player to them."

You stiffen up as you glance over at Hank, who blankly stares at Doc. Despite not knowing Hank personally for very long, you had a feeling he wasn't very fond of you. Hank catches you staring, startling you, but he doesn't say anything and exits the office. While looking back at you, he nods his head in the direction Sanford and Deimos went and walks ahead.

Reluctantly, you follow the intimidating grunt. The taps of your shoes following the thuds of his boots. Amidst the uncomfortable silence, thoughts about the car ride from earlier flood your mind. As well as Hank's reaction when you mentioned the other Player.

"Hank?" you blurt out, "I'm sorry about what I said. In the car I mean." You pause for his reaction--your heart nervously thumping with anticipation, but he forges on without a word.

"I um... I think we started off on the wrong foot." Hank stops short. You cease movement almost directly behind him. Without moving the rest of his body, he looks back at you.

"Quiet."

Before you can apologize further, Hank quickly moves on and leaves you behind. Deciding it would be best to just leave him alone, you silently follow. Soon enough Hank points out a door and plants himself across from it. As Hank leans against the wall and crosses his arms, you knock on the door. You can hear two people talking from behind the door, presumably Sanford and Deimos. The talking grows closer.

"Look, Ford, I'm sorry for blowing up. I'll go ahead and get the door."

The door opens to reveal Deimos who blankly stares at you once you're in sight.

"Give me a moment," he calmly says before closing the door.

"SANFOOORD. The IMPOSTOR is here."

<<First Next>>

[saltymongoose]

Alright, finally got some headcanons here again. Thank you all for your patience, as always. :) ❤️

They Meet the Player in Person ft. Jebus & Tricky (+ The Main 3)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, this is quite long)

While you and the boys were immersed in your little "war" with the AAHW, you failed to recognize how the event itself would lead your other previous vessels to catch wind of you. And to be honest, you didn’t think you had a reason to be worried about that either way. Not many people knew the true nature of your existence, so you doubted the Nevadan public (or at least what remained of it) would get involved. And those that could weren’t exactly malicious by Madness standards. (Well, except for Tricky.)

One such vessel was the grunt who’d been a “partner” of yours for the longest. Dr. Jebediah Christoff, or simply “Jebus” as he was known now, was doing a patrol of the outskirts the first time he saw the flyers. Usually he wouldn’t bother going so far outside the central parts of the city, but he’d heard whispers of the AAHW encroaching on Nexus territory. This immediately piqued his curiosity.

For all the rivalry that AAHW had with the Nexus, they had never actually dared to enter the City or even come that close to its borders before. He could understand why; there was nothing the AAHW could want from the Nexus. Sure, the Divergence Engine, Keystone Fragment, and many Sleepwalker beds the Nexus Core had kept in the city all had some value, but the AAHW could already clone grunts. And they didn’t seem uneducated, which led him to believe there must’ve been some form of a Sleepwalker program there. (The Nexus didn’t exactly keep an eye on where the beds disappeared to. Especially since they’d been far more busy trying to keep order after Phobos’ death.)

So he knew that there had to be a reason why the AAHW was suddenly interested in Nexus City. And as he delved closer to the outskirts, he started seeing the odd posters dotting the street corners, which soon turned into entire murals that covered walls. It was actually kind of concerning to him; the organization has never been so extravagant in really “advertising” any of their goals. Not even the wanted posters for Hank were as frequent. Nonetheless, he approached one with some small amount of skepticism.

But he was shocked when, instead of finding new posters related to the AAHW’s orders or rules - or even their main objective of finding Hank - it was instead for a missing person. A large reward was offered, along with a long description of you. His The Player.

At first he didn’t want to believe it. It just didn’t make sense. There was no logical reason why you’d be in Nevada, not when you could control your vessels so well. More importantly, you were safe where you were, at least far safer than you would be in their world. Unaffected by the chaos and general hostility that polluted every corner of his realm. Why would you ever choose to come here?

But that turned to another line of reasoning. What if you hadn’t chosen to come here, but ended up in Nevada anyway? It wouldn’t exactly be out of line with the way the Employers and other higher powers of this place worked to force someone to do something against their will. And it would explain your absence, something he’d grown restless from yet again.

He had already loathed any mere second that he had to feel that awful chill and deep emptiness that came when you left. But at least then he could rationalize a reason why you were gone. As painful as it was, you didn’t need his help as a vessel during those years, and he was fine with that. (He really wasn’t but he couldn’t admit it to himself. He had to be stronger than this, for you, at least. What would you think if you knew how dependent he had become on you? How weak he grew without your constant care and affection?)

But this time, you had an actual mission to complete. You had been at his side the entire time when you two had to defeat Phobos. And while he certainly wasn’t happy when you used others as vessels (a far cry from how it had been thirty years ago), he wouldn’t ever go against your ways when it came to how you completed your objective. Your presence was still in Nevada, even if it wasn’t with him.

For you to leave in the middle of an important task like this, and from the entirety of your vessels was just confusing beyond belief. And he knew this because, as much as the others didn’t really like him, they had asked him if he’d been with you. Which was in itself was concerning. It made him frantic with worry, and he found himself slipping into the same sorry state he’d been in for the last thirty years. Utterly sleep-deprived, emaciated from the lack of a will to eat, and plagued by the delusions of your presence (which only fed his obsession, even if they contradicted the reality of his life).

But the flyers that he saw on the wall explained this.

He knew from his own search of Phobos’ office thirty years ago that the Auditor, no, the Employers, knew about you. That they revered you; believing in your power as being beyond that of theirs (and they were right, of course. You succeeded them in sheer benevolence if nothing else). It made sense that they’d want to be with you in a way that was more tangible. He’d also be a hypocrite if he didn’t say that he’d also want such a thing, to see you and be in your presence directly. But the difference is that Jebus would only do so if he knew that you’d be willing; he was actually considerate in regards to your needs. The Employers seemed to have very little care for anyone’s wishes but their own.

Of course they'd do something like this. But this just made him more worried. You may've been in Nevada, but you obviously weren't with the Auditor and the AAHW. So where could you be anyway?

With this in mind, he searched out more of these posters; scouring the fringes of the city for anything that could tell him about you and your location. It wasn’t difficult at all, for once. Not only did the AAHW post flyers, but they used recordings as well. (He couldn’t help but laugh sardonically once he heard the Auditor’s pleadings for you to come back. He didn’t know how they’d managed to drive you away, but it was funny to hear such a powerful being groveling at your metaphorical feet. He only laughed harder once he heard your voice finish off the recording with a stern no. At least that confirmed your feelings on it.)

Soon the general number of flyers changed, becoming far more frequent. And the many that were stapled to the few stable structures on the outskirts, Jebus found one that you’d made with your vessels. His hands shook slightly as they gently removed the staples and brought the image of you closer to his eyes.

He held his breath as he took in your appearance. Odd, in comparison to grunts. Your skin was more colorful than he was expecting, the pigments making you seem so warm compared to the grey that grunts had. Then there was that wedge-shape that protruded from the middle of your face. But most stunning were your eyes, bright and expressive as you gave the camera a grin. You were beautiful.

He stared at the picture for more than a few minutes before folding it delicately and putting it in his inner-coat pocket. Besides showing you off, the flyers were immensely helpful in telling them who you were with. And it’s not like anyone else would be posting them anyway, so he knew you had to be in the area. With a renewed vigor, he picked up the pace, intent on searching the place for you.

And after many hours of searching, he finally did.

He was in the middle of scrutinizing another of the flyers when he froze, having heard the light cadence of your voice. He instinctively took it as another auditory hallucination, perhaps due to the sleep deprivation he’d experience whenever your absence occurred for too long. However, those only lasted for a few interspersed minutes at a time. You continued to speak, your excitable words carrying over the stiff air of Nevada to him in a way that was unmistakable. It had to be you.

The way he was quick to sprint to where the sound was coming from would’ve embarrassed him in any other circumstance (he’d rather appear composed; he found that he was far more threatening that way). But he couldn’t find himself caring as the sound of you got clearer, and with a final turn of a corner, he found you.

Well, he found the wall of grunts who’d heard a force coming and decided to block you from view. He recognized Hank immediately, the red tint of his goggles sticking out against the dreary landscape of the city. That and the barrel of the gun he had pointed at the Savior. Sanford and Deimos, who’d lingered a bit behind him, had their hands placed on their weapons as well but seemed to ease as they took in his appearance. (Somewhat, at least. They were ready to fight him if you needed them to, even if he’d been instrumental in their larger plan to end Project Nexus. It would be a setback, but they’re sure Doc wouldn’t be too mad once they explained the situation.)

Jebus took a step towards the group, only to be met with another by Hank, who’d only seemed to get more threatening when he took in who stood before him. (It’s not like he forgot how he had to constantly fight with the man for your attention before you arrived. If he had his way, the Savior wouldn’t even see you.) But when Hank made another step towards Jeb, he was suddenly stopped in his place. By you.

Jebus’ eyes widened once he saw the light strings pulling at the mercenary’s form, too shocked to even be annoyed at the way Hank’s form seemed to relax immediately at their instruction. However, unlike before, the strings didn’t reach upward towards the heavens, from where you always looked down on them before. Instead, they weaved around Sanford and Deimos, leading directly behind them. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a hand reaching out from behind them, the radiant threads leading back to the fingertips. And then, you stepped out (though not before placing a reassuring hand on Sanford’s arm and giving a comforting look to Deimos, who looked rather panicked at your actions).

“What’s the hold up? -Oh, wait, Jeb? It’s so good to see you! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You said, fully relieved to not have to deal with another enemy that day (well, maybe not an enemy to you). And then you smiled at him.

You had rendered him frozen yet again. He had experienced so much with you, and was the victim of so much pain when he couldn’t feel that warmth enveloping him. But now he could feel that all-encompassing heat emanating from you, and hear your voice more clearly. He could see the way your eyes shined in silent affection for him. It was almost too much for him to take.

Never in all of his musings or reflections on his own feelings and memories about you, did he ever think that you would ever be standing right in front of him. His Player. Kind and caring, a paragon of good. The same person who’d helped him face the tyrannical Director of the Nexus Core thirty years ago, and the very same who’d been helping him regain control of Project Nexus. You were someone he tried to emulate - And longed to have.

Your expression switched from relief to worry when you saw him falter, and a few tears slipping out from behind his glasses. Ignoring the protests of Hank and your other vessels, you hurriedly approached him, intent on comforting the man who you’d known has been put through so much strife - and partly because of you. You can’t imagine how difficult it must’ve been for him to deal with Nevada for thirty years, even with your help. His story had always made you sad, but at least now you had the ability to give him the care he deserved.

You wordlessly brushed away the hand that he raised to wipe his face before encircling your arms around him in a soft embrace, shushing him. He straightened up, body going stiff as you did so. He didn’t know what to expect, but your touch wasn’t something he thought he would ever experience.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” You whispered, a small, sad smile grew on your face when you felt him pull you slightly closer, if not with some hesitancy. You were pure, and he didn’t want to do anything to taint that part of you. Your grip tightened around him once you felt the soft taps of his tears falling onto your shirt. But you also noted the soft rumblings that you felt through the armored plate you were resting your head on. He was purring.

Jebus felt like he was experiencing some sort of forgiveness. Like his sins were being cleansed by the intense heat he felt from you. But even this paled in comparison to the feeling of peace that overtook him. In this moment, embraced by his one idol, all was right. You cared about him enough to comfort him in his time of need. And he knew at this moment that he’d pay you back for all of that help you’d given him before. He was yours, and he would spend the rest of his life proving that he deserved to be by your side, if you needed him to.

(In this moment, your other vessels were not as happy. Hank was shaking in anger as he watched the two of you, and Deimos and Sanford had immersed themselves in a hushed conversation about what they would tell 2BDamned. It was time for them to move. If not to get away from the AAHW, then to leave the other vessels who might show up. They didn’t need anyone else trying to steal you from them!)

To be completely honest, Tricky didn’t really care about the posters he’d noticed being put up in Nexus City. (At least not at first.) He was usually too busy trying to scrounge up materials for his newest “game” or simply indiscriminately murdering grunts to notice them most of the time. But when he saw the name plastered on them from the corner of his eye, he immediately ran up to them, haphazardly tearing one from its post (and leaving plenty of it behind, leaving it almost illegible).

His shaking got even worse when he read your title plastered on it. You were here?! His precious Player?!?! In Nevada!!?!

Unlike Jebus, he didn’t think too much about how dubious these claims might be. Tricky’d been pretty good at searching the city for your presence before, and had immediately noticed when you were too far away for him to catch wind of. That just made him widen his efforts, of course (it’s not like he was willing to just give up on finding you, no that was unthinkable to him). Instead of questioning why you were in Nevada, he simply took the flyers as information about your location. And, luckily for him, the fact that your other vessels were in some of them just made it easier!

He flew through the streets, even ignoring most of the unassuming grunts as he shouted your title out to try and get your attention. (The AAHW members there who heard him just looked at each other and decided to call it a day. They weren’t getting paid enough to deal with the clown.)

Meanwhile, you had been out with your group yet again, this time a final supply run before you’d be switching locations. Doc was very insistent on it, for some reason. Hank had stopped in his tracks the moment he heard Tricky’s shouting and gestured for the others to get their weapons out.

Deimos let out a tired groan when he heard the screeching. “God, again?!? I thought we’d put an end to this ages ago.” Sanford hung his head for a moment, sighing before nodding in agreement. The two were victims of many of the clown’s interruptions in their missions, mainly to fight them and/or steal your presence away. Not only was he dangerous, but very annoying.

You were silent but apprehensive. You knew that Tricky definitely didn’t hate you, but you really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone in your group getting injured. You saw his stop sign before the clown himself, jolting along the ground haphazardly as it seemed to search for something. And then the Zed erupted from the ground. Right in front of Hank.

Of course, the grunt was quick to pull his gun out, but the clown just ignored him, shoving past him to get closer to where he felt an intense warmth emanating from. But he was yanked back, Hank’s claws nearly tearing through his labcoat as he aggressively pulled the clown in front of him. “HEY!! >:(”

Then you spoke up to try and quell the already volatile situation. “U-um, Hank? I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t do this right now. Like really appreciate it.” You followed up the statement with a small bout of nervous laughter. The clown’s gaze snapped to you and you paled.

"PLAYER!!! :D CLOWN FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!! :DDD"

He then teleported directly to you, completely bypassing Sanford and Deimos (who'd tried in vain to block you from view). You yelped when he appeared a few inches from your face, taking a step back and craning your neck to look up at his mask. He giggled at your bewildered expression. You looked so cute!

"Ah, yes, you've found me!..." You trailed off a little bit. "Do you..want anything, Tricky?"

He almost squealed when he heard you say his name. It sounded so much better from you in person! He nodded quickly, leaning down to get closer to you.

"YOU'LL USE CLOWN NOW!! :D" He yelled, and the others bristled from behind him. What? No. This cannot be happening.

You grinned shakily. "I-well. I'm not sure I can do that..permanently? But I guess I can bring you along for now," came your response, and your smile widened when he cheered enthusiastically. It was kind of cute to see him so excited, even if his presence was wholly unexpected.

Naturally, the others in your party were less than enthused. But they didn't have much of a choice, having to put up with the clown as he paraded around with you for the rest of the day. They were put on the sidelines for once, feeling bitter as they watched you give him all of your attention. (It was to keep him from running off or doing something stupid, but it wasn't fair to them.)

Deimos pouted when he turned to you after a perfect shot, expecting to find you ready to give a compliment or a praising look, only to see your eyes fixed to the clown instead. Sanford experienced the same thing, looking rather crestfallen when he didn't hear a peep from you after he pulled off a rather impressive move with his hook.

On the other hand, Hank was embroiled in a competition with Tricky, both tearing apart enemies at a break-neck speed to try and impress you. It was generally very chaotic; Tricky shouting jeers and taunts as he cleaved through bandits with his sign, only to screech when Hank actually threw one of the bandits at him (not before flipping him off, of course.)

(You sweat-dropped. They were acting exactly like they did when you were outside of Nevada. You hadn't imagined that it was really this bad though.)

However, even if Hank managed to kill more bandits or agents than the Clown, which he did, you still didn't switch to him. It was utterly infuriating. What the hell did Tricky do to earn your attention and your praise? He wasn't supposed to be here, and he didn't have any business interrupting their mission. You had a job to do, and he was slowing you down. If anything, you should've been insulted. But no - you instead complimented him whenever you saw him do a trick with his sign, or teleport around the battlefield in a flash.

The last straw for your vessels occurred at the end of another massacre. Tricky bounded up to you, looking at you like an excited dog would its owner. He held his arms out.

"CLOWN WANTS A HUG FROM YOU!! PLEASE!! <3333 :D"

And to the astonishment of your other vessels, you gave one to him. Just like that. Nodding with a smile before embracing the Zed, and laughing once he picked you up and spun you around. (Deimos was especially pissed off at that. You did that with him a lot, too.)

Of course, Tricky knew about the jealous glares the others were shooting at him and the way they tensed up in anger at his actions. But he didn't care. Why would he, when he had you in his arms? No, he was entirely too focused on the adorable way you laughed, and the warmth that permeated through his very being at being in your presence (and under your control).

He purred loudly as he placed you back down, though still keeping you in a tight hug. He was still shaking, of course, but oddly enough it seemed to lessen when he was enveloped by your touch. He absolutely adored you before, but this little event had only furthered his love for you. And, judging by the way you chuckled and held him even tighter as he nuzzled into you, you seemed to hold some affection for him as well. Just like he wanted.

("We're moving. Now." Was all that Hank said, no growled, watching you fraternize with the insane clown. It was actually difficult for him to not do anything, the urge to destroy the happy Zed for even looking at you was running at an all-time high.

"Calling Doc right now," Deimos replied, looking uncharacteristically tired as he turned his head from the scene in front of him and pulled out his comm. He was still angry about the hug. That was your thing! And besides, Tricky shouldn't be touching you anyway. He was almost always covered in blood, you didn't need that filth on you.

Sanford was also glaring daggers at Tricky. Seeing you enjoy someone else's affection just picked at his heart in the worst of ways. It was even worse that it was someone like Tricky, who he knew was likely too unstable to take care of you (certainly not like he could). His hook was feeling a bit too shiny as of late. Maybe he could stand to dirty it up a little?)

[vinnival]

could you please do doc, sheriff, tricky, auditor, and sanmos [sanford x deimos] + demon child!reader with fire powers?

RAAUARJSURJA

little tinny

Wreak Havoc!

2BDamned

Who's this... sassy lost child?

-him

Imagine his surprise! He's cruising along, taking a break from SQ, when he spots a flicker of flame in the distance

Tbh he thought it was Deimos at first because....... ykno

(But Dei was back at SQ? Doc JUST saw him when he left...)

But when he approaches to try and see what was going on, he spots a kiddo that...

That looked like a hellbeast from Hell!

He startles, not expecting that- and that caught your attention. You skittered over and chirped at him with a fanged grin, exhaling a bit of smoke.

"Oh Maker no."

-him

He tried to get away, but I mean. You probably recognized this guy because of the stuff he does n all! So you follow him.

No matter how he tries to shake you, you manage to dart through thr shadows fast enough to somehow always find him

It was in this moment 2B knew......... he fucked up

He finally relented and took you back to SQ on the promise that you didn't destroy anything or else he will, and I quote, "Deag you back from which you came so help me."

Surprisingly? You didn't really act TOO bad. Of course you left a couple singes from embers here and there and started small fires from time to time. But it was really nothing that 2B or the other SQ members can't handle.

After all, they DO deal with Deimos, so

If you squint, you can see 2B slowly growing on you, becoming more father-like and caring over time.

Whoop-de-doo. +1 dad!

Sherf

What are you doing in my house????? What are you doing in my house ????????????

"I want waffle fries! :3"

Yeah you hopped into MERC one day to terrorize and it sent Sher into a tizzy because why is a DEMON FROM HELL-

Oh hey you knew this guy! You saw him when he was down there, and played with him a bit, which gave him a break from the torture of the other adult hellbeasts/demons

But that doesn't mean he wasn't scared of you lmao, he had his gun out and shakily aimed at you

You plop right into the chair across from him in his office, wide-eyed, occasionally blinking. You Were Not Afraid Of The Gun

He's frozen in fear! Tfw he's scared of a Literal Child

But you simply blep at him, tail swishing

And then he finally realizes

Ah shit I gotta deal with a child demon

Yeah you were NOT leaving lmao

MERC actually really likes you tbh, you are surprisjngly helpful with the tasks and you do Cool Fire Tricks so that's also a plus

Sheriff takes a while to warm up to you, but he does! And soon he's fully comfortable with taking you under his wing

He introduced you to Church n Jorge and Oh Boy

He knew a fraction of what kind of chaos would break out. But he didn't expect all of it

No matter how many times you three went chaos mode and sorta scared everybody with your abilities? Sheriff would always be waiting (albeit ready to rightfully scold based on what happened) with open arms, pretty proud of his two Big Kids and one Demon Kid

Tricky

Omg !!!!!! Chaos gremlin !!!!!!!

You two probably met for like 5 seconds total and it already wanted to fight you

Probably because it saw your demon-like features and deemed you worthy of The Slap™️

Of course, when the tie came around, you two were on the floor and panting, giggling to yourselves

"I LIKE YOU!!! YOU'RE COOL!!!"

Cue happy demon

Soft tacos later ?

SOFT TACOS LATER !

You equally drag each other around a lot. Straight up, as in the title, wreaking havoc and watching shit go down with popcorn

When fighting Hank, you cheer it on!

You two like playfighting a lot, it's all in good fun!

Clown dad nyeh >:) /ref

It really cares for you! If you're hurt via water ( you make Fire so logically- ) it will plop down next to you and hug you until you get over the pain

Speaking of fire, it probably asks you to help with the circus tricks clown knows just to add more flair to it

Tricky is obviously cold all the time due to being a Literal Corpse, so it curls up next to you a lot to stay warm

"THANK YOU SPACE HEATER :o)"

you've lost your demon title how do you feel/j

Auditor

Thus could go one of two ways! But because this is intended to be a fluff request, I won't go the Evil Warlord way

When Audi detected a new presence among the land that wasn't like the usual buzz of grunts, spirits, G03LMs, etc...

She had to check it out before the other employers could

Quickly whisking away to your location, she spots a child chasing a screaming grunt around

Smoke trails bellowed behind you as you laughed and spat fireballs at the poor grunt

Wait is that child-

Oh yeah she finally caught you weren't a normal grunt

They swooped in just in time to catch you as you jumped to pounce on the scared grunt, immediately wrapping you in binds to keep you from attacking. (Not that it would hurt.)

"What? Huh?! N- lemme go! Lemme go!"

They simply raised an eyebrow at your sttempt to look weak and like a literal child, hiding away your horns and tail and closing your eyes shut

When you attempted to sneak a fire attack conspicuously (to which it didn't hurt. fire employer, rmr?), she decided to speak up

"I know what you are, hellbeast. Are you one of Stygian's?"

You froze up at that name, finally letting your horns pop back out. Oh, yeah. You definitely knew that name; that was your old leader before you decided to run off and see the overworld of Nevada

With you slowly nodding, Audi stayed quiet and simply dragged you back to the AAHW facility she was at.

And you didn't protest! You already probably upset one employer, you didn't want to upset another

She brought you up to her office quickly,

"Stay here, I'll get accommodations ready for you soon. Do not burn down my office."

You quickly nod at hearing the growl in her voice

Of course you obliged, resisting the urge to idly play with your fire until he came back

Once Auditor did, they gave you the rundown of the rules, and asked you to repeat them before you were permitted to head to your room

Yes, you memorized them with ease and repeated them back; you were soon on your way to a pretty comfortable room to live in

Audi personally accompanies you a lot, asking you idle questions to learn more about you and teaching you some nifty things! Like swordfighting!

Lesson one never give a demon a sword

Unless said demon is fighting an emoloyer

Otherwise you have no chance lol

Stygian never shows up to take their kid back, so Audi just keeps you tbh

Neat liddle kitto

Sanmos

Hoooollyyyy shiittt

Dei FREAKS OUT when seeing you, immediately spitting out fire of his own to excitedly catch your attention

You two were just immediately "my man 🤝"

Meanwhile San in the bg "Oh No Twoaddem"

San can't really resist Dei's puppy eyes when immediately asking to take you in

"Alright, just remember that this is a literal demon, Dei, and shit could go down at any moment."

happy deimos and demon

You are subsequently apsorped into The Family™️, now including TWO dads!

Sanford obviously secretly adores you, but he puts on a more firm front when parenting you, making sure to scold you accordingly; just as 2B would.

Deimos is a flat out cool father, always hanging out with you and/or inviting you to do stupid shit together, cracking jokes when needed and doing fire stuff together

(outside of sq btw. no more accidents inside.)

When you come on missions and work with the two to drop bodies by the tens every few seconds, they're the proudest dads EVER omg

"Our kid could probably beat Hank!"

I'm personally not sure if you could tbh but! It's the thought that counts?

*coughs this up* how old is this rq.......... like 4-5 months old....... im. so sorry <- addicted to discord

hope you liked it, though! I'll be slowly working through the requests, all! Be patient please!

[lizz-crimson]

New update on the reverse isekai Madness Combat story! Very silly indeed!

[concerningmadness]

Maybe something where the main 3 + 2B have to deal with their S/O being held hostage? Either giving into their demands or going to save them?

Get as angsty as you want!

(Hostage reader/rescue stuff huh? Likin the way you think my man- 👀)

Main 3 + Doc with S/O that was kidnapped by the A.A.H.W:

Content Warnings:

Cw: violence 

Cw: gore

Cw: kidnapping

Cw: torture

Cw: angst

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Why? What could have possibly possessed the doctor to send you on this mission alone. You reassured him and the rest of the group that you could handle a simple raid on your own. You couldn't. The moment you entered the facility, it was already too late for you to realize they'd prepared an ambush. GOL3Ms and ATPs surround you in a pincer formation in the blink of an eye and unfortunately you alone aren't capable of handling this many brutes at once. With being overwhelmed and outnumbered you had no choice but to lay down your weapons and surrender. Damn what a day this turned out to be.

2BDamned sat at his desk, his face cupped in his hands with a useless intercom at his side washing out any silence with static. He already knew he had to come up with a plan. Actually, no. He'll need multiple. But the thought of you already dead kept creeping around in his mind and it's not like he'll have the time to even lay anything out. He was pulled from his intrusive thoughts by a pair of hands on his shoulders. He craned his neck to see a pair of red goggles staring down at him expressionlessly. But through those sets of glasses he knew well that Hank was just as worried as he was. 

Deimos leaned against the door, focusing on puffing his cigar in an effort to soothe his racing mind. The hacker looks over to Doc with a stream of smoke flowing from his lips. "So what's the plan, bossman?" His voice was rather cracked but he didn't seem to care. 2B leaned back into his chair for a moment and shook his head. "We'll have to wing it. We'll still take precautions, but unfortunately I doubt that there's a plan that'll help us in time if we're to bring them back alive." The last bit in that sentence was the most sour in his mouth. Just the idea alone of bringing back a corpse instead of their lover sent the room to a stillness. Sanford broke the silence with little hesitation. "Look, we don't know if they're dead. Our best bet is to tackle this head on." 2B huffs with a subtle nod. "I've found the location where they're being taken. You go on ahead and I'll give you the coordinates as soon as possible."

-

You were only half awake before you could process a jarring pain going across your jaw. It felt like your very bone was crushing itself in. "Rise and shine, cupcake. Got you a couple questions." Your eyes snap open to an empty room that's only occupied by a few agents, one of them being a commander towering above you decorated with numerous badges and medals. You could taste copper in your mouth before the pain in your jaw began to rear in. You can see the hilt of the agent's gun smeared with your own blood but was thoroughly wiped clean from a cloth with one swipe. You try to move but look down to see your wrists strapped to a table. You couldn't kick your legs away either as they were tied firmly to the chair. You gave a sideways glanced sneer as the agent passed by and growled, but he only chuckled to himself with amusement. He lifted your chin up by the handle of his gun as he cocked his head. "Hmm. So we can make this easy-" you feel the metal digging into your chin, you hold yourself from wincing at the pain. Lest you give him the satisfaction that he's causing easy pain. "OR.. we can make this as grueling for you as possible." You only glared at him for a moment before hissing a response. "If you think I'm saying anything then you're shit out of luck." The agent's malicious grin slowly fades into a snarl, knocking you in your temple by the barrel. Your head was throbbing down your spine and you were choking back sobs the second contact was made.

"Then I think it's time for some fun here."

One agent rolls in a trolley assorted with knives, tape, rags and anything else that's imaginable in a cliche torture setup. You knew by now that you were in it for the long haul.

-

Sanford's grip on the wheel grew tighter each passing minute and each minute grew more tense for all of them. They already got situated with the directions 2B gave them so now they await the approaching building they now see in the distance. The closer it came to view the more bloodlusted Hank became. He was practically shaking in his seat. 

Finding a broken structure to park behind, Sanford and the rest grab hold of their weapons and shuffle out of the truck. Peeking around the corner, Sanford can see just a few agents standing guard outside. He motions for Deimos and Hank to make their move and on cue they slink between the broken buildings and rubble till they were at blank range with the idle agents. 

Before they knew what even struck, Deimos point blanks the two agents through the head leaving brain matter to paint the outside doors. He smirks with that toothy grin of his and glances over to Hank. "Like the decor?"

Hank simply grunts and walks over to the quickly made massacre. He glanced at the locked door. There were noticeable digital locks blocking it, in which he glanced at Deimos while demandingly tapping the mechanism.

Deimos nods as he connects his tablet to the terminal. With a few inputs he's already broken through the security. "Alright ya hunkachunks you're turn." The doors slid open on que letting Hank and Sanford pass by with Deimos following behind. Just rounding the corner did they run into multiple agents patrolling the halls. They stood for a second before one took a quick shot at Hank, which barely grazed his shoulder. Clutching his sword Hank made quick work with the front few agents, gashing through their heads like a cantaloupe. The rest were left to the other two. Sanford hooked one by the neck, pulling a chunk of flesh and artery out in the process, leaving the grunt to gargle and choke in his own blood as he toppled over. Deimos meanwhile rained bullets on the remainders all while casually lighting a cig with his other free hand.

Unfortunately, they've left one alive evidently as they noted bloodied footsteps leading out towards a separate hallway. "Tsk. We better get moving, they're gonna be setting that alarm off any second now and we sure as hell don't need the company right now." Hank didn't need to be told twice before heading off with Sanford following right behind, leaving Deimos in the dust. 

"Wh- HEY WAIT UP!"

-

Your body was practically numb yet it felt so pained that it was almost like everything in your skin was ablaze. Your flesh hung loosely from your arms with one being completely broken, deep cuts littered your entire body, you've been nearly drowned multiple times, the skin from your back burned and despite all of it you've never said a single thing to expose your lovers and they've seemed to be finally giving up.Their patience with you has run thin by now. The commander sighs as he rubs his temples in frustration. It was clear none of them are getting anywhere with you information wise. He snatched his papers with little care and motions for an agent from behind. "It seems like we have wasted our time. Have the techs prepare the labs for their reformat process." Your drained eyes could only glance at him in response. His horrific smirk returned to his face while he watched the remaining colors in your skin drain. He knew that you knew what it meant. "Hmm. We could use another Mag unit. Been running low lately." Two agents untie your restraints only to each grab you by the arm on each side and drag you to the door. You didn't have the energy to scream anymore as the pain worsened from their tight grip. They lead you out of the interrogation room and into the open hall. The hallways were endless and bustling with agents guarding every door that there was in sight. Your tired feet could barely keep up with the two causing you to nearly stumble multiple times. Which in turn caused one of the agents to yank on your mangled arm as a warning each time you trip.

You all reach a room near the end of the hall, the doorways which stood five times as large as the usual doors you've passed by. You knew this was the place. You attempt to push your feet back into the ground but they simply tug your arm hard enough to where it nearly pops out of place. The doors slid open, with a few scientists who were expecting them to greet the agents. The lab's interior was likely two stories tall by itself just by looking around. Scientists scattered everywhere with paperwork or clipboards in hand, not paying you or the agents any mind. Rows of magnification chambers aligned the wall, most seeming to be occupied but a few. The commander who was trailing behind signaled the scientists to open the nearest chamber. The chamber doors came alive with a hiss as it swung wide. The interior practically looked like that of an iron maiden. In seconds you were forced inside and strapped against the base, only then to witness the doors seal you away before given the time to process. Your voice was so choked up that you couldn't even scream. Everything inside was pitch black. Your only senses you had left were the outside noises of chatter. Most of the techs were already booting up the machine but that's not before sirens wailed throughout the building, sending the workers jumping out of their own skins. Gunfire and hollering from afar behind the steel doors grew ever so slightly. 

Multiple agents in the room scattered around like rats gathering their weapons, running into the fray outside while the techs fled to the nearest exit. Some cowardly agents stayed inside to "monitor" you. But anyone would know well that they were too busy shitting bricks and couldn't even accept the fate that's slowly approaching them. The commander growled, striding over to a group of said cowards. He towered the remaining agents and snagged one by the collar. "Get your asses out there. Figure out who's going to be the one to watch the runt." He threw the smaller agent down as he turned heel and vanished among the panicked crowd, leaving them to fend for themselves.

The first agent made a suggestion to stay but was cut off by the other. "NO FUCKING WAY! YOU DEAL WITH WHAT'S OUT THERE SINCE ALL YOU DO IS LAY WORK ON EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOURSELF!" At this point both are nearly in a fist fight with each other 

Hank busts open a sealed vent grate from above the lab, rolling in with Deimos and Sanford behind.

Hank was the first to interrupt the argument, in fact, end it by putting a blade straight through the agent's head. The other backed away before he found his head rolling across the hard floor with his body leaving nothing but a lake of blood the second it dropped with a loud thump. You could only hear a few more shouts that were cut with the sound of choking gurgles. Maybe a few gunshots too but it fell rather quiet before you heard some familiar voices on the other side. 

"Holy shit they were already starting the process."

"Can you get them out?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Just gimme a few minutes."

It felt like the next coming of the Maddening till the chamber doors finally unlocked itself and swung open. You squint at the sudden light assaulting your eyes. Sanford's glasses couldn't even hide the visible mix of excitement and concern he had the second he saw you. The first thing he had to do was pull you in a tight embrace into his large arms but you whimper at the pain from the touches on the wounds. He jumped and let you go with numerous apologies. Deimos came around the corner and winced at the sight of your mangled body. "Holy shit…" He muttered under his breath. Sanford picks you up bridal style with Deimos trailing behind. You can hear more assault in the background. Assuming Hank is keeping the ongoing army at a distance while the two come and rescue you.

You lean against his chest, getting slightly woozy from the loss of blood which didn't go unnoticed by him. He gently nudged you back awake. "Hang in there, we're not that far." 

Hank, covered head to toe with gore, marched towards the three of you with his hands practically shaking as they reached for you. The second he laid his eyes on your injuries, something in him snapped, but he had enough in him to refrain from any harsh actions. For now. He'll make sure the agency regrets what they did. He looked to Sanford and Deimos with a huff and nodded back towards the exit.

-

The drive back was silent and exhausting but nobody complained as long as you and the rest were together. Sitting comfortably in Hank's lap, he carefully combed his fingers through locks of your hair while you rested your head on his chest. His warmth and steady pulse brings a feeling of drowsiness only stronger as it pulls you into a sound embrace.

You woke up and found yourself bandaged, arm casted and, thankfully, free of pain. You quickly noticed you were sandwiched between two sleeping mercs. How long were you out? Sanford had one arm draped over you and Deimos, who held you close by your waist with his face nuzzled into your shoulder. The stubbles on his chin tickling against your back. Even though you can barely move your head you can hear the sound of keys on a keyboard clicking languidly, most likely Doc working on everything that's not been caught up on. The smell of nicotine and sterilizer overwhelm your senses as you still try to get a hold of your surroundings. You can feel the bed underneath you slowly lifting then falling in a steady rhythm. You felt underneath you, instead of sheets you felt the soft cotton of a tank top. Looking up you were greeted with a familiar set of goggles staring at you. One hand was under his head as support while the other reached over Sanford to brush away the hair in your face. You melt into his touch as he cups your face and gently strokes your cheek idly. You gently press into his touch before letting sleep overtake you once more.

You're back with the ones you love most.

You were home again.

[cook1emadness]

Please, oh dear writer, May I request 2BDamned x Reader x Hank? Idk what else to add on to this so go crazy

A poly... interesting, ok! :D

doc and Hank are rivals at first

I'm not good with stories so it's gonna be headcanons...

Your honor, I hope you're prepared.

The killing machine and the Dissenter

Le Romance~:

So you got the dissenter and the killing machine falling for you. Well, buckle up and be prepared for these to two are now trying to steal your attention... sort of.

No one doesn't realized that these two are trying to take your heart, maybe sanford and deimos, but they don't seem to care much, probably slighty tease.

2bdamned seems to act more of tsundere while Hank acts kinda yandere but still tsundere like doc.

When both find out that they like the same person, they narrow their eyes at each other. Doc and Hank, maybe allies, but even that doesn't stop them from being rivals.

Doc is not much into affection, but they're willing to hug and hold your hand, unlike someone who they are clearly not giving them the side eye(definitely not hank cough cough).

Doc would, on purposely, send Hank to mission, so you can spend time with them instead of that physcopath. But Hank, of course, had tricked up his sleev- ok yeah he doesn't but he kills and speed runs during missions just so he can see you.

Hank likes to be near you when doc is around just to give the doc the jealousy or payback for taking his days off. Doc does the same thing.

Hank may take you on his mission, and doc gets upset, you might get injured, of course, but he is also jealous of you teaming with Hank(doc's mind "hank I swear to God if I find y/n limbs off or worse, I'm gonna cut off your di-).

But they do come to their senses and actually try to share(hank struggles do, because he's selfish). Hank takes time, so he's gonna have to warm up from the thought of sharing someone he likes to doc. The same goes for the doc, but the doc warms up pretty quick.

Now you have more security because if anyone's tries to harm you or even kill you, doc can track the idiot down, and Hank would just go and kill them.

They don't get jealous that much, but if that grunt gets a little touchy with you, Hank would be right behind you, intimidating the poor grunt while doc is out here giving them the bombastic side eye.

Dates are mostly missions(hank), docs office(doc, he likes it privately, ok), your or hank bedroom, and others you can think of dating(doc and hank). Both, however, they sometimes let you choose because, why not.

Spparing sessions are mostly for Hank and you, but Docs sometimes joins in, hey may or not say, "I love a kind a women that would actually just kill me" just to distract you and win. Hank looking at doc like " bruh".

Remember when I said both are tsundere? Well, well, let me explain, for doc he would sound annoyed and try to brush you off, but if you determine, he will give up and let you stay with him. For Hank, he just gives you that look and won't brush you off, just stay mad or annoyed when he's actually not, unless he isn't in a good mood.

Hank love language is gifting and quality time, he likes receiving gifts from you, likes it if it's a weapon or b l e n d e r. Quality time is also one because he needs someone to be patient for him when starting a relationship.

For doc, is love language is an act of service and quality time.

Doc likes it when you bring him coffee and help with paperwork and mission. He likes it because it tells them that you won't leave his side or here to relieve his stress from work. And quality time, is one because he needs someone patient that won't pressure him to work faster, he doesn't need that bullshit and he wants you to listen to him for things that are important to you, them and the S.Q.

So patience is important for this poly relationship, if your aren't patient, you can't love them, and they can't love you.

Done!! I'll now work on Yan!Auditor and the oneshot(which I'm gonna struggle a lot) anyway I hope you have a good day and night...

[the-ganymedian]

Madness combat requests idfk

Requests: Open

Since I'm currently STARVING for madcom x reader content (*cough*Deimos*cough*) I have decided to take matters into my own hands

Masterlist

What I will do

I'll do drawings, headcanons, oneshots, alphabets and multiple parts stories but don't expect these to be good OR quickly done since this is my first time writing and I am the queen of procrastination

Disclaimer: If you specifically want headcanons or a oneshot, it would be preferable to mention it in the request so I can be sure.

•Fluff

•Platonic

•Crack/shitpost

•Heavy angst

•Gore, blood

•Suggestive

•Gendered readers IF their gender is relevant to the story

What I won't do

•P*dophilia, inc*st, toxic/abusive relationships, r*pe, etc

•Transphobia, homophobia, racism, sexism, etc

•Explicit smut

What I'll TRY to do

•AU's

•Polyamory

Characters I won't write for (everyone else is probably valid)

•Mental or physical conditions

•Trans reader

•ROMP.FLA

•OC's

-------------------thank you!-------------------

[amononymous]

Sweet Lullaby

Author's note: Doc x Reader part 2 Summary: Reader cannot sleep.  So they decided to have a chat with Doc who is busy with his work.

Midnight passes by. There’s nothing but silence filling the whole room.  The chilling air was the only thing present there.  Giving a frigid sensation that leaves your arms feelings of pins and needles prickling through.

You stared at the ceiling for a bit.  Hoping for any possible chances for your eyelids to get heavier.  For the past few minutes, your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your knees and hips bending to form yourself into a ball to make the numbing feeling a little bit more bearable.

Every yawn that escapes your body can only irritate your eyes as you wipe the tears produced from each yawn. 

Come to think of it, haven't the recent nights ended with you staying up?  Each morning, your eyes are half opened with exhaustion creeping up around your body.  As night time arrived, it’s like the exhaustion has been long gone as your body hit the mattress.

The cycle would continue.

You start to sit up.

“Damn it…” you sighed.   “Seems like another sleepless night for me.”

Getting out of bed.  You decided taking a stroll at the quiet base was a better idea.

Upon getting ready to leave the door.  The sound of muffled clicks startled you.  The feeling of nervousness struck you for a bit until you connected the dots to remind you.

The clicking sound was from Doc’s.

Opening the door reveals the expected.  The clattering tunes became clearer as you let your eyes pinpoint the possible location.

You see him.  Barely, while your mind can’t put its fingers that it’s truly Doc.  You shake your head, telling yourself that it is him.

The blinding light shining from a plethora of monitors and the mohawk immediately tells you that Doc’s doing his job again.

Nothing else to do.  You walked up the stairs in order to get a closer look at the screen on what he’s working with. 

This was new considering you’ve never approached Doc in the middle of the night.  You’re either asleep to the muffled tunes of clattering or you focused more on the stroll around the base.  

Doc likes to focus on his job whenever necessary, that’s nothing new.

“Up late again?”  The raspy, yet smooth voice was heard.  Causing you to stop on your track.

“Oh, well,” you chuckled awkwardly.  “Good evening Doc.”

“Good evening to you too,”  Doc says while still looking at the monitor.  His eyes do not leave the keyboard.  Typing away as you sit down at a nearby chair.

You hear Doc sigh a little bit.

“You’ve been up at a later time lately.”  Doc asserted, you noticed the clicking sounds of the keyboard slowing down as he talked.  “Any particular reason why?”

“Oh well…” you start fidgeting with your hair.  “You can say I haven’t been fixing my sleeping schedule lately.”

“Well I get that.  It’s not pretty having to stay up all night because you can’t sleep.  Unfortunately, I’m busy so that won’t happen anytime soon.”

“Doc… it sucks!  Having to be on duty while I am this close to knocking out on the spot… It’s really not what I want.”

“Well, what do you want me to do here?”

“Maybe…” you start pondering. “Maybe… you can help me?”

“[Reader], I told you I’m busy here.” 

“Ahh~ That’s a bummer.  I mean you can probably take a bit of time off of your work right?  Remember Club Advent?”

“That… was another story.  What I’m saying is I can’t afford to lose my sense of focus at this moment.”

“How about…” You snapped your fingers.  “I got it! Sing me a lullaby?”

Doc stopped typing and went silent for a few seconds.  It felt like something hit him on the head and his brain’s taking a moment to process this.  “You want me to… sing you a lullaby?”  Doc sounded confused as he diverted some of his attention towards you.

“Y-yeah… I was thinking maybe that’ll help.”

“Oh [Reader]... I have mentioned this before.   I don’t think I can sing, let alone sing you a lullaby.” Doc shaked his head. “It doesn’t sound pretty.” 

There he goes again.  Refusing to sing coupled with his excuses… You know that Doc never sings or hums before.  Never have you heard a single tune escape from his mouth.

“Doc… you always say that,” you pouted.  “ I’ve never heard you actually try it before.”

“I have,”  Doc sighed.  “I can assure you it won’t be what you think it sounds like.” 

“Then can you at least hum?  Maybe just this once.  It’ll be quick.”

“[Reader]... I’m busy-”

“It’ll be quick!”  you urged.  “Just this once Doc, alright?”  

You gave Doc a reassuring look.  A look that gives, “It'll be fine!” 

Doc sees that and starts sighing.

Maybe there isn’t a way to get out of this one. 

“Fine… Just this once,”  he grumbled.  “If it’s quick then I’ll hum.”

“Alright alright!”  You gave him a smile.  “I won’t judge.  Promised.  Let’s hear it!”

Doc stopped with whatever he was doing and cleared his throat a little bit.

You sit idly with a nod.  Giving Doc the green flag to start humming something that potentially could cast a spell on you. 

He starts to let out a sound.  Then another.  And another,  Linking each note he hummed into a melody.

That melody soon reached into your ears.  Doc continued to hum as you’re mesmerized by him.  Every time he hummed he had this suave tone in his voice.  His deep note is enough to attract anyone hearing this.  His voice was rich like honey.

“It doesn’t sound pretty.”  What is he talking about?  Clearly, that was a lie.  You closed your eyes as Doc continued to hum.  

The lullaby fills you with tranquility.  It’s soothing, it’s harmonious.  Enough to feel like you’re dreaming.

Dreaming above the clouds.  Dreaming of the beachside view.  Your body felt elevated.

You steadily close your eyes as Doc keeps humming.  

Little by little, you can hear Doc letting his voice die down as his eyes fixed at you.  Checking in case his lullaby wasn’t much to your expectation.  Seeing as you haven’t expressed any negative signs, he closes his eyes and lets the tunes express themselves.

The scene was a landscape to you.  Lying as the wind dances through the atmosphere, having some of your hair strands rest directly on your face.

It’s breathtaking, astonishing even.  To hear Doc’s voice being shaped into a tune.  You enjoyed every last second of it.

Eventually, all you heard was silence. 

 “So, how was it?” Doc asked softly.  “Judging from your expressions, it seems to be to your liking?” 

“That was magnificent!” you jabbered.  “It was a beautiful tune you hummed!”

Doc chuckled at your remark.  “You think so?”  he lets out a sigh that he didn’t know he had.  

“Yep!  I would love to hear something like this again!”

“Well… I’m glad.  However, I did mention that it was only for this one time.”

“Aww~ Fine… I did promise after all.”

Before you know it, a yawn eventually crept up on you.  You were enchanted by Doc’s sleeping spell for a moment.

“Ahaha, getting sleepy?” Doc whispered.  

“Yeah…”  you admitted.  “I didn’t think you sounded this nice…”

“Alright, alright.  You should go sleep now.”  Doc chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Your eyes go wide as you feel your body levitate for a bit.  Next thing you know, you feel his hands on your back and popliteal.  You feel your heart thumping as your eyes fails to meet Doc’s

“Wait Doc!” you babbled.  “I can walk back to my room by myself!”

You hear him sigh.  “[Reader], you were this close to nodding off.  I’m only doing what’s necessary for you.”

“I- uh… fine.”

Doc remained silent as he took you to your room.  

He delicately places you on your bed and pulls the cover.  He slowly tucks you in.  As you start yawning again.

“Wait Doc,” you called out.  “Can’t you stay with me… for a bit longer?”

“What are you? A child?” Doc laughed at your weird request.

Maybe he can let work slide for a few minutes.

You subconsciously let your eyes shut with your breathing starting to slow down.  You felt Doc’s fingertips delicately brushing against your hair.  Doc watches as you fall asleep.

“That was quick.” Doc whispered, trying not to wake you up.  He has this soft look on his face as he sees you sleep.

Doc then sits down on the ground, having his back lean against the bed frame as he starts to yawn himself.

It seems you and Doc were in the same boat with the sleeping schedules.

Perhaps just a bit of a shuteye will help the exhaustion Doc felt.

Removing his goggles, Doc then lets his eyes close.

The both of you dozed off for the night.

[skibidimadness]

So I'm working on chapter 3 pt 1 to pt3

Chapter 3, p2, is going to be the longest chapter

The reason I haven't been doing the chapters is because my sleep schedule is fucked up