Some random Marshmello x Reader oneshots

You: 1. Mello: 0. (Neutral)

(This one is a request!!! Thank you for the request, Autumnglade!!! :D)

(This is also a crossover with the World of Walker universe!!! WoW brainrot lmao)

(Also: pretend every time Y/N is said, it is just your Walker ID. If you don't officially have one, give yourself a placeholder to use for now ^v^)

(Also also: I REALLY hate doing things like this, but: F/N L/N = first name last name.)

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The world has gone silent. Once thriving cities have been demolished by Red Nexus and their RX-8 drones.. Innocent citizens were brought to camps and forced to do hard labor. Society has been driven apart.

Red Nexus reigns supreme over the land.

In the ashes, the Walkers have risen to take back the world. They are fighting not just for themselves, but for all the people whose lives have been changed and ended by Red Nexus's relentlessness.

Many have called this fight...The Drone Wars

Now, many are wondering...who are the Walkers? Well, they aren't just a group of random people. For years, they have been fighting for peace on Earth, fixing its mistakes and striving to create a different world.

In the days of the Drone Wars, many former public figures have decided to join them in their fight for freedom. A hefty majority are musicians...we have Steve Aoki as the leading medic, K-391 as 0's right hand man, Au/Ra as a former Red Nexus supersoldier now working as a spy...

...and Marshmello as the combat specialist.

Before this all broke out, not only was Mello into music...he's also into sports and physical activity in general. Soccer and basketball were the two big ones, and both required quite a bit of...well...running. And the injury risk? Pretty high. I mean, have you seen the concussion risk for both?

Along with learning how to toss a ball around, he had to learn to take a hit...and eventually, how to throw one back.

So of course he'd be a good candidate for the combat field.

Mello understood that not all Walkers had the physical strength others may have, so along with kicking ass in the battlefield, he wanted to lend others his knowledge.

At the beginning of the Drone Wars, when classes were founded to train others, you decided to sign yourself up. Though you could already fend for yourself, you didn't think a few extra tips and tricks would hurt.

Donning your usual black hoodie and mask, you stepped into the room where the lessons would take place. It was fairly large, with two rows of bleachers on every side of the room. The floor was covered in large blue mats, soft enough to cushion someone's fall in case they were knocked down by their opponent. In the center was a mat bigger than the others with a large, white circle drawn onto it. Small holes were drilled into the corners as well, most likely for a fence to be placed. On one end of the room, Walkers were sitting on the bleachers, talking to each other about the class. You decided to join the crowd and sit on the second row of the bleachers, since the first was filled up.

Not too long after your arrival, the teacher walks in through the door.

The man himself.

Everyone's conversations soon died down to pure, deafening silence as everyone's eyes focused on Mello, who made his way in front of the crowd.

"Welcome to the hands-on combat class, Walkers," Mello says. "As most of you know, my name is Marshmello. You can call me whatever you like, just...nothing weird or degrading...I've already heard a lot of weird stuff coming from a questionable amount of people..."