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runeterrankhaleesi · 10 months

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p-please... Dr. Mundo headcanons with a male s/o 🥺

[A/N: Hello darling. You're the first person to request for Dr. Mundo ever since the new rework has been released and in honor of that, I gift you these headcanons. Since we don’t know his name before he became “Dr.Mundo”, I’ll still be referring to him as Dr. Mundo or just Mundo. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Dr. Mundo with a Male s/o

You two were partners in crime; the legendary unstoppable duo that came through thick and thin.

But it wasn’t always like that.

You first met as rookies-newly recruited henchmen to work for a chem-baron and quickly became rivals, always trying to one-up the other, resulting in the most heated competition that had the other henchmen betting on who would win. You two were the talk of the town.

Snide remarks would be thrown left and right, eyes were rolled at each other when the other puts on a show and boasts to everyone about how great they are.

In a sense, you were archenemies-the bane of each other’s existence.

And the chem-baron gets ahold of all this. Amused, he decides to put you together in a team, just to see what would happen and just how far this little rivalry between you both could go. Despite loathing each other, always at each other’s throats, you had no choice but to follow orders, especially when that said chem-baron wants everything followed to the dot or else.

Hijacking cargos and smuggling was a normal day at work, and if you were to be honest, it would get boring after a while. It was a walk in the park for you. However, things get interesting when the enforcers are involved, rushing to get that bounty over your head, guns blazing. Adrenaline would be pumping into your veins and the thrill of danger keeps you alive and awake. You’ve always been a fan of the cat-and-mouse chases, always finding out who really was the cat and the mouse by seeing who’s alive and who’s dead.

Hijacking a decoy cargo ship that was meant to bait you all, a wrong decision, and one stray bullet later, there you are, inside the ship after succesfully but barely completing the mission, body slumped against a wall, breath hitching and bleeding out from your stomach with a piece metal lodged in your wound, coming to peace with the fact that this is probably where it all ends.

Mundo doesn’t know what had gotten into him that made him run to where you were, immediately after he heard what had happened.

He looked left and right, top and bottom, practically tripping on his own feet when he finally found you in that sorry state. He rushed to your side and ripped off his sleeves, using the cloth to soak the blood and apply pressure to the area.

You promptly hiss in pain, “The fuck you think you’re doing?” You say, swatting his hand away from your wound. “Mind your own goddamn business.”

“Killing you.” He glares at you, taking both your wrists in one hand to stop you from pushing him any longer, not that you have much strength to fight back anyway. “Helping you, of course. The hell does it look like I’m doing, dumbass?” He says, pressing the cloth again with an intended heavy pressure that had you groan in pain.

You would never admit it but it was helping. HE was helping. He stopped the excessive bleeding and effectively kept you awake. If he hadn’t come in sooner, you were good as dead.

“I thought you hated me.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper, as your glared at him with half-lidded eyes and a smirk.

“Well there’s no one else to hate if you die, is there?” He barks back.

You tsked and rolled your eyes, wringing your wrists free from his grip and knocking away the hand that pressed against your stomach, taking the cloth from him while at it. “I can do it myself, thank you.” You say, standing up, using the wall as support, “You’re the last person I wanna owe favors.”

After that, things have been…rough with you two. Well, it always has been, but now, there’s this thick tension between you two that could poison the air and suffocate a room full of grown and brawny men. It caused the other workers to do whatever they can to prevent you two from being in the same room, so much so that they even invented a new language that only they could understand.

The banter, the betting, the rivalry, all of it was gone after the accident. It’s like you two never knew each other in the first place and were just strangers who happened to work in the same place. Truth be told, you wanted to approach him, but he would always immediately run in the other direction. That, and your pride wouldn’t let you.

To hell with your relationship with him, what matters is that you keep your reputation and be the best of the best…right?

But you have to admit, you never expected anyone to come running to you when you were shot, especially not Mundo. There was this warm feeling that bubbled in your chest-No. You’re being delusional. It was just from the bloodloss…right?

After being patched up, you took rest for a day before going back to work. Sure, your body needs to rest but your mind won’t let you. It’s telling you to get off your ass, work, and be the chem baron’s number one, just like you always wanted, and you’re not gonna get it if you just lounge on your bed.

And alas, another day of hijacking and fighting, and boy did you regret it. In the middle of it all, your very much open wound got jabbed by a knee and you keeled over from the pain, immediately falling to the ground as you clutched your now bleeding wound. You laughed to yourself, cursing yourself for pushing your body to its limits, and said that this was probably the way you’ll go out, for real this time. There were definitely worse ways you could go, from what you’ve heard at least. Your vision blurs and the last thing you see is your hand, pathethically stretching and reaching out in vain.

Your eyes open and your body shoots up from where you’re laying, taking the sharpest inhale of air as if you’ve just tasted oxygen again. In your panic-hazed mind, your eyes frantically search the room for any clues of as to where you might be. You can’t remember. Why? Why can’t you remember? You ask yourself, sending yourself spiraling to panic even more. You start to hyperventilate, hands desperately grabbing onto whatever was under you, you feel your throat closing up and you gasp like a fish out of water, in need of oxygen.

A pair of hands cup your face, gently holding it in place. A pair of thumbs rub your cheeks. You hear someone’s voice, trying to snap you out of this sorry frenzied state, by calling out your name, telling you everything’s going to be alright, and directing you how to breathe.

Slowly but surely, you’re brought back down to Earth. Breathing steadily until that heavy feeling in your chest disappeared. Your vision clears up and your eyes adjust to the room but your mind is still in a daze. A simple “hey” calls your attention and your eyes snap to the owner of the hands on your cheeks. It’s Mundo.

You want to push him away. Your mind and body tells you to do so but a part of you, your heart, wants and tells you to be still, stay in this moment forever. Your teary eyes bore into his tired ones and before you know it, he pulls your face closer to his until your foreheads meet. He sighs deeply, “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mutters, pulling away to take one look at you before pushing his face back towards yours but this time it’s different, there’s a heavy but soft pressure on your lips.

He’s kissing you.

And your body melts into it, shoulders visibly relaxing and you kiss back with the same fervor, pushing yourself onto him, deepening the kiss. It’s wrong. This shouldn’t be happening…But you want it. Perhaps as much as he does. You know it and he knows it too.

One hand travels from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding your head in place as if he didn’t want to ever part, even if it kills him. Not that you’d pull away either. But your own bodies betray you, annoyingly nagging you to get a breath of oxygen it so desperately needed, and you did, much to your own dismay.

He pulls away but he never lets go of your face in his hands, instead, reassuringly rubbing your cheeks, as if to tell you everything’s going to be alright. He lets out a breathy laugh, “Been wanting to do that for a while now.” and you let out a small laugh of your own, “What? To kiss me?”

“No. To shut you up.” He says with the straightest face he could muster and you swat his hands away playfully with a smile on your face.

And it only progressed from there. You two would often meet up late at night, talking or…doing other things, sometimes staying in his room, cuddling up on his bed, although you would wake up early in the morning to get out of his room before anyone else could see you in the same bed together.

It’s not that you’re ashamed, in fact, you’re proud to have Mundo as your boyfriend but you have both decided to keep it under wraps, perhaps until you could escape this life and live peacefully…somehow.

Everyone, of course, was surprised at the sudden change. It wasn’t long till the news reached the chem-baron, and even he was surprised.

No one really suspected a thing about you two being together. There were some close calls but they just simply assumed that you two were just at each other’s throats again, as usual, which you couldn’t be more thankful for as it only helped you to hide.

It was all going well. Too well, in fact, that it makes you think that karma will catch up to you soon enough. Paranoid, you might say, but you can’t shake off the feeling-this thought in the back of your mind that something will happen and that it will happen to you and to Mundo. You only hope that whatever it is, you can live through it-together. But if not, then you only wish you can protect Mundo from it.

And karma did come.

In the form of your own co-workers; comrades. Friends. People you had the nerve to call your family.

“Let me fucking go!” You helplessly cried out, trying to get out of your co-workers grasp, “Mundo!” You reach out a hand to him, as if he could ever reach it, as you watch him get dragged away from you.

It was one mistake. One. Mistake. Everyone makes mistakes, we’re not perfect, no one is. We’re just humans.

“I said let me go! You fucking traitors!” You would wriggle free from their grasp but only an arm would make it far until they’re back to holding you down.

Tears were pooling from your eyes as everything’s being taken from you right in front you. Mundo. He become your world, you made him that-declared that he was the sole reason as to why you wake up everyday and fight and stay alive.

“It was just one mistake. Can’t you forgive him?” You sobbed, your tears falling to the ground and wetting the pavement. The chem-baron could only look at you and think you were pathetic. “Mmm…no. In fact, as his punishment, he would serve well to…set an example for the others.”

You knew what he meant. Everyone knew what he meant.

Torture.

“We all make mistakes! Please! Just let him go!” You argued, voice now hoarse. “I’ll take his place! I’ll do anything! Please! Just let him go!”

“Shut him up.”

Was the last thing you heard before everything blacked out.