// 2-D X Reader //

Warnings

The warm, mineral filled water ran down your back as you scrubbed shampoo and conditioner into your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You had the bathroom door opened to hear the music being made from the studio upstairs.

"Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away."

It's been around a month or two of you and Stuart's getaway to Plastic Hell. It was your cute little nickname for this 'fantastic' island made of garbage. Murdoc had kept you around for the sake of making 2-D a little easier to control. If he knew you were at stake, he would do absolutely anything.

"I told yew, Murdoc! I don't want t'do this album!"

"Wha' made you think you 'ad a choice?"

"Y-Yew can't do this!"

"Watch me."

The beatings, the curses, the fights. All hidden away by gorgeous melodies...

The door to the bunker opened, followed by two sets of footsteps. You quickly turned off the shower and slipped into a bathrobe. Opening the door, a cloud of steam escaped from behind you. 2-D and the Cyborg turned towards you.

"It's time for dinner, (Y/n). Murdoc would like you both upstairs." She instructed before walking away upstairs.

2-D sighed, rubbing what you assumed to be a new bruise.

"Aw, come here." You frowned, lifting his arm to your lips and pressing a kiss to his bruised skin.

He smiled weakly, like a child after their mother tells them everything was going to be alright.

"Yew should probably get changed, love.."

You nodded, giving him one last kiss before changing into a simple t-shirt and jeans. When you came back 2-D was sitting on the bed, waiting for you.

"I'm surprised he's letting us up there, seems sketchy." You noted, shrugging as you began to follow Stuart upstairs.

After the rickety elevator ride, you both arrived in the lounge area of the HQ where Murdoc and the Cyborg were waiting.

"Finally, thought you two did a quicky before comin' up 'ere." Murdoc chuckled devilishly.

You and 2-D scoffed as he led you two to a dinning room you had never seen before. The table with set with candles, a black table cloth, and a full course meal. Murdoc walked over casually to a chair at the head of the table. He sat down, having the Cyborg push in your seats.

"Wha's this about, Murdoc?" 2-D snapped, he seemed exhausted.

"Wha'? Can't a man 'ave his singer and his lovely girlfriend fo' dinner? I can't be gentleman-like fo' once?" Murdoc questioned, seeming quite hurt.

"No, ya can't if yew fucking kidnapped them!" 2-D objected, getting up from his seat.

"Fine." Murdoc growled, snapping his fingers, signaling the Cyborg to hold 2-D down.

2-D struggled against the robotic girl, as he shouted for release. Murdoc helped himself to a turkey leg and a bottle of his drink of choice.

"I've brought you two 'ere t'warn you."

"Warn us? From what?" You asked, extremely concerned.

"Pirates."

You scoffed, did he really think you were that stupid?

"I'm bein' serious, lad. Pirates are a real problem out 'ere."

"Jus' like pests like yew!" 2-D shouted, still struggling for the Cyborg to release him.

"Could be 'ere at any moment." Murdoc declared, obviously ignoring 2-D.

Just then, there was a loud boom followed by a crash. You all froze when Murdoc began to laugh.

"Right on time."