Some random Marshmello x Reader oneshots

We R Going 2 Beat U 2 Death (Neutral, AU)

(This is mostly just self indulgent stuff lmao. Also based off of the music video of Preached :3)

(Basically steampunk post apocalyptic au)

(Also I'm so sorry if this looks bad, this is my first time writing a fight scene-)

(A couple TWs: g.ns, d34th, a bit of language)

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Climate change. Rising tensions between multiple countries. Failing governments. That's what led up to this.

A dry, desert-like landscape where life seemed impossible to thrive.

But everyone found a way.

Water from the occasional heavy rains were collected and kept in buckets. The little grassy spots that startes growing long after the peak of the catastrophe were taken advantage of by farmers. Everything seemed like it was kicking back up.

Still, chaos and disarray remained. Due to the lack of government and law enforcement, people could just do whatever they wanted. Including killing. It seemed like you couldn't trust anyone...

But you found someone that you COULD trust.

Right in the beginning of madness, you ran into Mello, who seemed like he was barely even making it through. You tended to his wounds and, in return, he decided to stick by your side and protect you. It was sort of like a "you saved my life, so I'll stay by your side to repay my debt" kind of thing.

Like most others, you lived like nomads. The two of you never stayed in the same place for at least a week and you always carried bulky bags on your backs with all your supplies. In addition, you and him formed a band out of boredom and decided to play music for people wherever you went. While he played on his makeshift guitar made of scrap metal, you added on to the music by singing your heart out. And your lungs. You're quite the organ donor, I guess.

The official band name? Well, you guys have never made a REAL band name, but you're thinking of calling it "The Preachers."

As of right now, you both are taking shelter in an abandoned bus for the night. It was one of those city buses with all the seats being against the wall and facing towards the inside of the bus, so there was plenty of room to move around. That combined with the storage cabinets at the top made you almost think about making it a permanent residence, but you still have to go quite a way for resources. How did a bus even get in the middle of nowhere, anyway? Did the author coincidentally put this here for plot points?

Y'know what? No fourth wall breaking for right now, back to the main point.

"Never thought it would feel actually PLEASANT to be in a bus..." Mello says as he sits on one of the seats. "I remember when these things were always crowded with people...like, really fucking crowded. Quite the germ farm."

"Eugh, I know, right?" you remarked.

"And I never realized how large these things are, either..." Mello adds on, pulling his guitar out of his makeshift case. Well, more like a box, not guitar-shaped at all, but you gotta do with what you have.

"Probably because it was always super packed with people, making it feel smaller than it was."

"Probably..."

As you started to pull out different materials to get you both settled in for the night, Mello sat down on a bus seat and started to tune his guitar.

God, he hasn't even played any actual music yet and it already sounds entrancing.

A moment of silence.

Then, some chords.

It sounded relatively...peaceful. Not the normal low-bpm-high-energy stuff, either. Just...general peacefulness. The kind of thing you'd hear at a party during the slow dance portion.