May I request reaper with a fem medic s/o who gets picked on for how smol they are?
This one will be a bit short, just because I’m not sure if you were hoping for a head cannon or short story, so i hope you still enjoy it.
Frustration was really starting to set in as another Talon member with a badly cut up arm just seemed to wave you off. The wound was bleeding, but the man really didn’t seem to care. You could already tell it was going to need at least eight sutures.
“Would you please sit down for a goddamn minute!” You demanded, putting your hands on your hips.
The Talon member and his two buddies just let out a little laugh. “She’s so cute when she does things like that!” Said one member, completely ignoring your words otherwise.
“Its so hard to take her seriously,” said the injured man, a goofy grin on his face. Before you could do anything the three started to chat and the injured man started to limp away.
Sick and tired of being picked on, you followed after him and tapped him on the shoulder. When the guy turned, you punched him…straight in the groin. And for a small woman, the punch felt like it came from a boxer. Working for Talon required strong people-including medics.
A agonized gasp left the man as he fall to his knees, hands immediately cupping his groin. The other two moved in to help him but before they could, your gun was up and pointed at the man to the left.
“I’m so sick of you assholes. I am your medic and you either can treat me with respect, or die alone because god forbid, i will not help any of you when your really in trouble if this is how your going to treat me!” You snapped, completely pissed off. This was ridiculous. Did these men understand that literally without you, half of them would be dead right this moment?
“Put the gun down, little lady,” said one of the guys, hands up but slowly reaching forward. It was if they were testing your patience.
“Little lady?” you snapped, and paused when you felt a chill in the air. Immediately you lowered your gun, feeling a bit guilty as a figure seemed to appear behind the three men.
One of the guys reached for her. “Your going to pay for that-,” he snarled, but a second later a shot rang out. Blood was splattered across the wall and you stepped back, stunned. The other men couldn’t say anything as they stared up at the cloaked figure.
“Do you want to end up like your friend here?” rasped a deep voice and you tried to hide a small smile, attempting to keep a abashed look as your lover and boss stood menacingly over the two simpletons. Honestly, the commander of Talon was a force to be reckoned with and was feared by all but you.
Backing up, both men spluttered, “N-no sir, w-we-”
“If you ever try to touch our medic again, i’ll have you hanging over the cafeteria entrance by your balls. Do i make myself clear? And the next time you don’t listen to her, she has my permission to just shoot you and put you out of your misery,” Reaper snarled, glaring as the two men paled further and immediately made a run for the hills. The two were gone instantly, and honestly, you couldn’t help feeling smug.
Until your odd lover turned and glared at you.
“Why is it that you are always causing trouble?” Reaper demanded, stalking over and hooking an arm around your neck. Dragging you close, you let out a soft, happy sigh at feeling of his arms surrounding you.
“Can’t help it. Why do men always look down at me?” you asked back, as he leaned down, lifting his mask away.
“Probably because your so short,” Reaper growled, and when you giggled, Reaper silenced you with a long, hard kiss as your body melded to his. The dead body in the background meant nothing to either of you, a typical sight, and so you had no trouble leading him back to the medical bay for some…alone time.