#dr. phosphorus fanfic

[violetflowers55]

Burning Fire - Oneshot

(crime boss! Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: For a crime lord, Phosphorus works far more than you’d expect. So, you find a way to entertain yourself while he works…only you get way more than you bargained for. (smut, no plot)

CW: cockwarming, slapping (ass and face), domination, overstimulation, heat kink, burning

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It had been your idea. You hated not being able to get close to him while he was working. For a crime lord, Phosphorus worked far too much for your liking, and you wanted him all the time. Now that you had been sitting idly in his lap for twenty minutes, you were starting to get even more impatient.

Your whole body was warm. The feeling of his full length inside you, unmoving, was getting to be almost unbearable. The fact that neither of his hands were touching you made it worse. Behind you, he was on a phone call, arguing over his drug business. It wasn’t something you fully understood, and in this moment, you had no desire to learn. All you wanted was his full attention.

The other person on the call must have said something wrong because Phosphorus suddenly started shouting. You felt him heat up inside you as his anger grew. He animatedly threatened to kill the person if they didn’t get his shit to him fast, slamming his free hand down on the desk beside you. The slight movements after being still for so long sent jolts of electricity through your body. You groaned and bounced slightly, desperate for more. Phosphorus hung up and leaned into your neck, placing his hands on your hips.

“You said you could sit still and be patient,” he murmured in your ear.

“But it’s been so long,” you whined. Phosphorus chuckled, his hot breath on your neck sending tingles down your spine.

“Patience, dollface.”

You groaned and bent forward, laying your head on his desk as he took another call. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. It felt so good to have his cock inside you, filling you up. At first, that had been enough, but now you wanted, no, needed more.

A dangerous idea popped into your head. Phosphorus would be pissed, but you’d get what you needed. He laughed behind you, ticking you off. He was laughing while you were on top of him, naked, prime for the taking. Nervous butterflies swirled in your stomach as you decided to go through with it. You lifted your hips up and down, a sigh that turned into moans escaping you as you pleasured yourself on him. You arched your back, giving him a better view of your figure. He heated up beneath you and let out his own moan.

“I’m gonna have to call you back.”

You laughed slightly at him hanging up his call. He placed his hands on your ass, squeezing and burning your skin. Just as you started to pick up your pace, he stood up, pushing your hips into the desk. You gasped as he gripped your hair and pressed your face sideways on the hard wood.

“You’re going to regret that,” Phosphorous rasped into your ear.

Before you could respond, he gave your ass a hard slap and started pounded into you. Each thrust shook your body, slamming you into the desk repeatedly. You moaned and cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden movement. Still holding onto your hair, he slid his other hand between your legs. His fingers rubbed quick circles over your clit, the hotness of his hand only intensifying your pleasure.

“Phosphorous, fuck, I-I can’t-“ you cried out, succumbing to intense lightening shooting through your body. You gripped the desk as you tightened around him, liquid dripping down your legs.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he growled in your ear, “You interrupted my phone call for this, so you can and you will.”

Even as you came, he didn’t slow down. He hammered into you relentlessly, fast and hard. He let up on your clit, giving you a moment of slight relief before he began slapping your ass again. Each strike sent shockwaves through your body. You pleaded his name over and over again, unable to think of anything else.

“Phos-Phosphorus, fuck, Phosphorus.”

Tangling his hand in your hair, he pulled you up from the desk. You cried out from the feeling of him pulling your hair. He gave your ass another sharp smack before sliding his hand up your body to your throat. His hand slightly burned as he squeezed - hard enough to excite you, but light enough to still let you breathe. He groaned into your ear and pushed his whole length into you, filling you up to the hilt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he grunted, holding his position deep inside you.

“Ah-yours!” you cried out, almost overwhelmed by all the sensations coursing through you. He snapped his hips, roughly thrusting into you once.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You! Yours, I-I’m yours, I’m yours,” you whimpered. He squeezed your throat tighter, making you gasp for air.

“Then come for me,” he commanded, resuming his merciless rhythm.

You cried out from the sudden stimulation, involuntarily obeying him. Stars crossed your vision as you released. Phosphorus let go of your head and throat, momentarily pulling out to flip you over. He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and buried himself in you again. His one hand cupped your breast, teasing your nipple, while the other held your chin.

“Phos-fuck, oh God, Phosphorus,” you babbled as he fucked you, slow but deep.

He leaned down, stopping when his face was only an inch from yours. The heat radiating off him combined with breathing in each other’s air was intoxicating.

“I wanted to see how pretty you look when you screaming my name,” he murmured, holding your face so you were forced to look in his eyes.

He picked up his pace, the sound of him pounding your dripping cunt filling the room. You started to moan even more, but he closed the gap between you, swallowing your moan with his lips. He kissed you sloppily and passionately, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His tongue swirled around yours while his fingers continued playing with your nipple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his jacket, desperate for something to hold on to as you felt another climax rising.

He pulled back from your lips to watch as you cried out his name. You pulsed around him, the world around you shattering. He groaned in response, pounding into you even faster.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped into your ear.

All you could do was make incoherent noises. Every thrust felt like it might send you over the edge again. You felt so tender, yet you didn’t want him to stop. Him using you, rutting into you like an animal, was the only thing that existed to you.

A hot, sharp sting across your face brought you back. Right as you realized what had happened, Phosphorus slapped you again, slamming deep into you simultaneously for good measure.

“Don’t tell me you’re overstimulated already, baby,” he said huskily, gripping your throat again, “I’ve only just started.”

He mercifully slowed down, opting for slow and deep movements. You could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out, each pump eliciting more moans from you. His other hand slid down your body, landing on your swollen nub. He drew lazy circles over it, and you gasped and trembled with each one.

“You like that, dollface, hm?”

You whimpered beneath him and tried to nod. The waves of pleasure coursing through you were growing, threatening to overwhelm you again. He gripped your throat tighter and sped up rubbing your clit.

“Say it,” he croaked, “tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

“I love it, I love it, I l-love your, ah! cock in-in me, oh God!” you cried out.

He heated up from your words and pounded into you frantically. He groaned into your ear, sending tingles down your neck. The sound of you screaming his name filled the room. Your walls spasmed around him, liquid spilling out of you as you hit your peak.

“God, I love feeling you come on me,” Phosphorous said in a strangled voice.

His fingers released your clit, instead digging into your hip, burning your skin. His movements became sloppier and faster, his breath getting more ragged as he reached his own climax. You felt his hot cum spill into you as he slammed into you once, then twice, sending you over the edge again.

He collapsed onto your chest, still inside you as he tried to catch his breath. When he finally pulled out, you felt empty. He threaded his fingers through your hair and gently trailed kisses down your neck.

“Mm, Phosphorus,” you murmured, comfortably wrapping your arms around him. He picked up his head to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“You were so good for me baby,” he cooed, cupping your cheek. A giddy smile spread across your face.

The phone he had cast aside rang, its high pitch breaking your bliss. He hung his head and groaned, flopping back onto his chair. You whimpered, giving him your best doe eyes. Seeing you, he soundlessly laughed, but he still picked up the phone. He held a finger up to your lips before answering the call.

“No distractions this time.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can we get a doctor phosphorus X reader where the reader has power similar to Deadpool. Example of unable to die and sometimes has ability to pull things out of thin air for comedic effect

You were a curious case to most, from your inability to die, to your unique ability to seemingly pull things that people needed out of thin air as though by pure coincidence. When asked about how you did what you did, you merely shrugged your shoulders - you sipped a drink you plucked out of thin air through a silly straw- and replied with something that only left the rest of the monsters even more confused;

‘Plot convenience and comedic effect for the audience reading this fanfic that author took far too long to actually get to writing.’

Many left you alone after that, deducing you a tad mentally unstable, all but Dr Phosphorus who also thrived off of the chaos and unpredictable nature that you brought to every situation you found yourself in. He found comradery in you and your ability to piss of basically everyone by getting under their skin, even him at times but he knows when to laugh with you as while everything that came from your mouth might sound insulting, that’s just how you came across and it only takes someone with a likemindedness to understand when you were being genuine or not.

Dr Phosphorus remembered the first time you interacted with one another when you scared him by accident, making him grab your shoulder with his exposed radiated hand, thinking you’ll die a violent death but imagine his surprise when you only shrug his hand off to reveal a healing shoulder where his hand once was. ‘Is it hot in here or is it just you? Oh who am I kidding it is you because of your…yeah.’ You said as you gestured to all of him and while he couldn’t smile since he was a literal skeleton, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your words now that the initial scare was over.

‘Oh you’re the wise ass who thought it’d be funny to scare the irradiated Skelton?’ Dr phosphorus says as he crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he took you in and the burnt cloth at your shoulder from his touch, your skin however -now fully healed at this point- looked untouched as though he wasn’t close enough to even hurt you. ‘Who are you newbie, I would think that I would remember a person like you.’ He adds with an almost flirtatious purr.

You smiled as you offered out your hand. ‘Of course you wouldn’t as I was hauled off here just this morning, but for the sake of keeping this fanfic a reasonable length as to prevent the possibility of stretching the readers attention span too thin, I killed a bunch of bad guys and lost a couple of limbs in the process.’ You said as though it wasn’t as big of a deal as it would be to others, ‘people were screaming, I was screaming. and here I am being called a freak, monster and whatever even by people who should probably look in the mirror before saying shit. It’s like the pot calling the kettle black.’ You finished.

Dr phosphorus looked at you then back down at your hand before looking back at you once more, amused. ‘I’d take your hand sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you…again.’

‘Oh then take these gloves.’ You said.

‘What gloves-‘

‘These silly!’ You exclaimed as you shoved a pair of irradiation proof gloves against dr phosphorus’s chest.

‘How did you-‘ dr phosphorus tried to ask, only to then decide that logic wasn’t all that important to you when you seemingly worked outside of logic as a person, logic and sound decisions didn’t exist within you, and it shows in the most subtlest ways that one wouldn’t notice unless they were paying attention as to how you seemingly controlled an unforeseen narrative to your very will.

‘How did I what?’ You asked.

‘Pull shit out of thin air.’ Dr phosphorus replied as he slides the gloves over his hands.

‘Plot convenience and comedic effect for the them.’ You then pointed towards a part of the room, almost as though gesturing to an audience , only for there to be no one there at all but cold walls. You two were the only ones in the room and dr phosphorus thought he was the only mentally unstable one in this facility. ‘Who are we looking at sweets?’ Dr phosphorus says as he tried to see what you were seeing, but all he could see was the cold walls that he was far too familiar with then the outside of the very structure he was trapped within, which sounded sad but to his knowledge no sane mind would blink twice at the mistreatment of a monster.

‘The audience reading this very fan fic.’ You informed him with a smile before seeing that he had put on the gloves and boldly grabbed his hand, making the skeleton jolt as he then relaxed when remembering he did put on the gloves. ‘But never mind them, it’s good to meet you dr phosphorus.’ You add as though knowing his name without him telling you was all apart of your character and dr phosphorus had to say that he was liking you more and more you spoke.

‘I don’t think I disclosed that to you sweetheart, but it’s good to meet you too.’ He chuckled and in that moment he knew that your relationship was going to be unlike any other. And he was right.

There would be times where all of you were gathered in the cafeteria, where one of the monsters nudged past you rather rudely while sneering at you. You were use to this as technically while you had abilities that went beyond human comprehension, you were still the closest thing to being a human in comparison to those who had physical appearance that screamed monster.

‘Watch where you’re going human.’ They’d spit at you venomously.

You only smiled back at them while Dr Phosphorus looked between the two of you from the sidelines along with everyone else. ‘Someone who’s going to get bitchslapped by a fish says what.’

The bat like creature scrunched up their face. ‘What-‘ before they could finish their sentence, they were then smacked across the face with a fish rather violently as they were sent to the floor. They hold a hand to their cheek, clearly unaware of what had just happened along with the rest of the room, before looking at your hand that was once empty now was grasping the tail a dead fish the length of your arm; which explained the disgusting smell that soon hit their senses a second after they realised that they were hit in the face with a dead fish.

‘Where did you get that thing?!’ They’d spit exclaimed but you shrugged.

‘That’s on a need to know basis.’ You replied as you shoved the fish into the hands of a gargoyle like being as you took your place next to dr phosphorus, who had been trying to hold back his laughter but couldn’t when you were close enough if g for him to ask. ‘A fish? That’s what you come up with when insulated?!’ He wheezed. You shrugged ‘thought you would like the image of someone getting slapped with a fish and so I went with it.’ You explained as though it was something that happened on a daily basis for you.

‘Well it was definitely a sight to behold for not just me sweetheart.’ Dr phosphorus tells you as you both carried on with your day, all the while everyone else could only watch as the irradiated skeleton and you continue your conversation before being joined by weasel who had the fish firmly liked in his jaw.

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

Bad Chemistry

Summary: A new inmate has arrived and joins Task Force M on their mission; everythung about this new member confuses, yet intruiges Dr Phosphorus and is determined to find out why

A/N: Idk if I want to make this an X Reader or a Canon X OC so I'm leaving it up to interpretation for now :)

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Flag watched as his new "team" hit the floor from an electric shock, directly admitted from a device Waller held. "Meet Task Force M; 'M' for Monster. Also known as the Creature Commandos. " Waller said as she tossed Flag the device. She walked out of the room with him trailing behind. "There is one more member who will be arriving shortly."

"Arriving? Why aren't they in Belle Reve with the others?" He asked as he pocketed the device.

"Let's just say The Batman and I had a long chat before I had to agreed to keep her in Arkham." Waller and Flag stopped in front of a glass wall; behind the wall was a pair of doors that slid open. An unconscious woman on a dolly was pushed into the room. Flag watched as a doctor with surgical gloves came out from behind her with a large needle in hand. He peeled back her eye light and injected its contents into her eye. Flag cringed as the woman - now conscious - screamed in pain.

Waller spoke over the cries. "Meet Android 10; or as the Joker called her, The Ten of Spades."

"Wait, The Joker?"

Waller nodded. "Joker wanted a group of Androids who would do his dirty work. 20 Androids were created, only 5 made the cut for his "Royal Flush Gang". Each one was built with a different set of abilities. Ten was given super strength, intelligence, and aviation."

"A real triple threat, huh?"

"Indeed." Replied Waller. "It's taken me years to convince Batman to take her to Belle Reve, so use her wisely Flag."

The two watched in silence as Ten regained her composure. As she stood up, her piercing red eyes glared into Flag's. Her eye was red and tear-filled from the shot, and there was nothing but hate and anger behind them.

"Good afternoon, Ten. My name is Amanda Waller. Welcome to Belle Reve."

Ten charged at the glass, slamming her fist against it. "I demand to speak with Batman. I demand to know why I'm here."

"That's a lot of demanding for someone trapped in a cage. Unfortunately for you, he's not here. And you won't get to speak to him again unless you comply." Ten's teeth grinded as she kept her glare on Waller; when she realized the woman wouldn't back down, she sighed.

"What do you want from me?"

"That is on a need to know basis. And all you need to know for now is that you'll be taking orders from General Rick Flag Sr." Waller said, gesturing to the man beside her.

Ten crossed her arms as she examined Flag. Her face read that she was unimpressed when she scoffed. "Emphasis on the 'senior' bit." She mumbled.

Flag let out a sharp chuckle. "Real spit fire, isn't she?"

"Ten, for this mission, I will need you to play nice with your new teammates. We don't want a repeat of the last time." Flag watched as Ten's cocky, confident demeanor shift for a split second. Her eyes flickered down before meeting Waller's once more.

"So, when do I meet me new team?"

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When the rest of the team emerged from their cells and out to the landing pad, a few of them were puzzled by the woman standing beside Waller and Flag.

Waller greeted the group as they stood in frontof her. "Task Force M, I'd like for you all to meet your new teammate, Android 10."

Ten took notice of their unimpressed looks, but in her opinion, they weren't anything special either.

"Do we really need another member?" The Bride complained. "There's already enough brainless fools on this team.

"I can assure you Bride, this one is anything but brainless." Waller spoke as she walked away from the team. "General Flag will give you the run down before you enter Pokolistan."

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Phosphorus didn't know what to think of the new girl.

Taking subtle glances at the robotic woman beside him (one of the few times he was thankful for not having actual eyeballs), he tried to get a read on her. She kept to herself; avoiding the banter the rest of the team shared and ignored any and all questions or comments directed at her. He tried taking glances at her exposed skin, trying to find the creases in her joints or the screws that would keep her together, but he found nothing.

Phosphorus had let himself get too wrapped up in his thoughts; his head turning half of an inch too much, caused Ten to take notice. She turned her head, making deep eye contact with the skeleton beside her.

"Got something to say, Skelator?" Her voice rumbled in his ears. He was taken back by her sudden question, but like always he doesn't stay shocked for long.

"I was just thinking." He said, keeping her in suspense.

"About?"

He paused for a moment, deciding if he really wanted to known. "What's so special about you that they kept you out of Belle Reve?"

Ten looked away, bringing her attention back to her boots. "That's none of your concern." She said quietly.

"I think it is." He said, leaning back. "We are a team after all; how am I supposed to trust you if I don't know you?"

"The only thing you need to know, is that I won't kill you simply because there's a shock chip in my brain that I'd rather not trigger."

Before Phosphorus could continue to pry, Flag addressed the group.

"Now look team, I know you all aren't exactly enthusiastic about this mission," he started. The Bride and Ten rolled their eyes in unison." But-"

"General I think you've read us wrong." Phosphorus cut in. "We're delighted to be here and delighted to serve our country."

"Are you smiling?" The bride asked quizzically. Phosphorus hummed with acknowledgment. "Sarcastically?" "Yeah." He said with a shrug. Ten scoffed at his childish behavior, but Phosphorus took it as a chuckle, which boosted his ego a tad.

Ten blocked out the rest of the conversations, just wanting this mission to end already so she can get back to her lovely cell back in Arkham. A place that would drive most people insane, acrually brought her a sense of peace. The isolation from people was just what sher needed, especially since her life has been nothing but chaos sinc ethe day she woke up. But her cell wasn't the only thing about Arkham she missed...

The shake of the plane landing ripped Ten from her thoughts. The team was lined up, waiting for the ramp to lower. When ut did, it revealed rows and rows of silver-clad soldiers with their general in front.The general lead them all to the military vans that would take them to the castle. Ten regeted mentally complaining about sitting close to Phosphorus and The Bride; the van was 10x smaller and more compact than the plane had been, with everyone pressed against each other in some way. The close contact with Phosphorus only got worse when Weasel began to piss on the seats.

"Is he pissing?! Oh my God he's pissing!" Phosphorus cried as he tried to scoot as far away from Weasel as possible.

"Ugh! Get off of me, Glow Stick!" Ten grumbled as she tried to push Phosphorus off of her. She could feel The Bride tense behind her as he pressed the three of them together more as he cried. "Oh dear God, it's on my leg! Did no one think to take him out for a walk after a long trip?" He asked the group, his head facing twords Bride. "You better not be looking at me." She gritted.

Phosperpus turned his "gaze" to Ten. His sarcastic words died on his tongue when he realized how close their faces were. 'Were her eyes always that color?' 'Her hair has a nice shine to it, is it real?' 'Is that lotion I smell? Do they just give out scented lotion in Arkham?' While his mind was whirling with questions, Ten grew irritated by his emotionless stare.

"What? You think it's my job to care for that thing?" She spat, snapping him out of his daze. "I'm not a dog trainer."

Before he could think of a witty comeback that would save him from this situation, the van stopped. Phosphorus straightened himself as they filed out one by one. 'What the hell was that?'

Upon entering, the first thing everyone noticed was the... "incestuous-looking" royal family portraits. Phosphorus snickered at each one, Ten couldn't help herself but smirk in disbelief.

"You can really tell they're a close family." Phosphorus joked to no one in particular; but Ten was the only one who heard it, trying hard to suppress a chuckle. Her quiet sounds drew him in. Her began to observe her as by they waited for the Princess to arrive.

This android - this "woman" was a total mystery to him, an enigma of sorts. Belle Reve held the worst criminals in the world, being held there for Waller's twisted Task Forces; team that are expendable, where no one would care if you lived or died. No one outside of Belle Reve was ever added to a Task Force (at least to his knowledge); so why was she here? What can she do? What are her strengths? Her weaknesses? Her limits? Can she feel emotions like a human? Being the man of science he was, Phosphorus was determined to find the answers to his questions.

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Ten watched in disgust as the people around her tore apart their meals like cavemen. She didn't know about the conditions in Belle Reve, but she had too much dignity to engage in the "monster" idea that people held for her. Next to her, Phosphorus was devouring the steak in his hands.

Ten rolled her eyes as she picked at her meal. The final straw was when a piece had ripped off and flew at her, hitting her cheek. She was disgusted. "You know they gave you a fork, right?"

Phosphorus stopped his movements to look at her. Gulping down the food in his mouth he chuckled. "Sorry princess, am I too messy for you?"

Ten groaned in disgust.

"Don't try and sit there like you don't want to tear that chicken of yours to the bone." He said, gesturing to her untouched meal. "I've spent a short time in Arkham, highly doubt they've improved their meal plan. Go on, enjoy yourself! Who gives a shit anymore?"

She scoffed. "Just because I've lived off of prison food doesn't mean I need to act like some barbaric monster."

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but we're all monsters here, even you. You can try and hide behind that synthetic skin and fake hair, but your not human. Your just as much of a monster as me."

A fork was slammed into his plate, splitting the steak and cracking the glass plate beneath. The room went silent at the shake of the table, their attention drawing to the end of the table. Ten leaned in close, his green heat reflecting off of her skin.

"I'm nothing like you. You are nothing more than a murderer and a freak who knows nothing more than bloodlust. Don't ever act like you know shit about me because I can assure you, you will never know anything about me."

She shoved herself off of the table and stormed out of the silent room. Flag cleared his throat, trying to break the alward silence. "Uh, sorry about that, Ilana."

"Will she be okay? I can send someone-"

Flag raused his hand, polierly silencing the princess. "She'll be fine. I think she just needs space from a certain someone." Flag turned to glare at Phosphorus, who wasn't paying attention at all.

His gaze was still on the door Ten had exited from when The Bride began to speak. "The hell did you say?"

"Nothin'. She's just being dramatic." He said with a shrug. Turning back to his food, he couldn't help but be even more curious than before.

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That night, Phosphorus slowly snuck out from behind the door of his room. When the door silently shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped with fear; turning around, he slammed his enflammed fist into the face of the person behind him. It took him a second to realize his fist had been caught; behind him stood Ten, casually holding his fist with her bare hands. He jumped back, concerned that the hall wpuld now smell like melting flesh.

"What the hell!? I could've killed you!" He quietly exclaimed.

Ten scoffed as she dropped his fist and crossed her arms. "Yeah, okay." She replied sarcastically.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his "nose". "Look, I don't have time for this. So whatever you have to say just say it so I can go."

"Go where? We're not supposed to leave the grounds. Hell, we're not even supposed to leave our rooms without permission."

"I'm not leaving the grounds I'm-" He stopped himself from sharing too much of his plan. "Just get on with your business!"

Ten sighed, her gaze going from him to her feet. "Sorry about my freak out. Shits been tough since leaving Arkham, it's just stress."

Phosphorus didn't know what to say. Apologizing wasn't a thing he's been accustomed to, with himself or from other people. He just... stood there. Giving her a dumbfounded look. "Are you serious?"

Ten raised her brown. "Excuse me?"

"You don't apologize!" He said, his arms flinging outward. "We are literally war criminals, who the fuck apologizes for possibly hurting someone's feelings?!"

"Look man I could give two shits about your feelings!" Her voice began to rise. "I was just trying to be a mature adult and try to make up with my teamate-"

"Temporary teamate." He corrected.

Ten scoffed. "Ugh! You are so immature!"

As Ten and Phosphorus argued, their voices began to get louder until they weren't even whispering anymore. Phosphorus stopped mid sentence when he saw a light around the corner.

"Shit!" He grabbed Ten's wrist and tugged her into his room and threw her against the wall.

"What the hell are yo-" He slammed his hand over her mouth, though it was a little harder to do since she was taller than him by a good few inches. When she tried to fight him off, Phosphorus pointed at the light shining against the door. That shut her up quickly. The two of them stayed frozen against each other, trying to keep their breathing down as they waited for the light to pass. After a few moments, the two sighed with relief as the guard left. They leaned against the wall, regaining their composure. Ten chewed the inside of her lip as she turned to Phosphorus.

"Let me help you with... well, whatever it is you're planning on doing." She offered.

He raised as non-existent eyebrow. "You wanna help? Why?"

She shrugged. "Can't sleep. I'm bored. And I guess if you won't accept a verbal apology, maybe my actions can speak louder."

Phosphorus chuckled in disbelief as he stood straight. "Alright. Deal."

Phosphorus and Ten crossed the hall to the room Flag resided in. Picking the lock to his room, Phosperpus quietly cracked it open.

"Keep watch out here, make sure no one comes by." Ten nodded as she readied herself.

Phosperus snuck into the room and softly knelt in front of Flag's dresser. He carefully moved things around, searching for the device that activated their chips. When he found it, he had a silent victory before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he was face-to-crotch with Flag.

"Uh.... hey-" Flag slammed his foot against Phosperpus, sending him back into the wall. Ten heard the thud and went running for the room. When she slammed open the door, she watched as Flag chased after Phosperpus in a room lit with flames.

"What the hell Doc?!" She yelled over the flames.

Flag stopped when he heard her voice. "Ten?! The fuc-" Flag stopped when he was forced to dodge Phosphorus' flaming fist charging at him. He threw Phosperpus to the wall and attempted to punch his face, but was quickly met his the intense flames of the doctor's skull.

"Hey Arkham?! You were supposed to keep watch!" Phosphorus yelled as he dodged several of Flag's swings.

"You told me to keep watch outside, asshoel!" Ten yelled even louder as she danced around the flames. Fly out if Flag's hand, the device caught Ten's eye, but when she went to grab it Phosphorus slammed his fist down to the ground. Flames surrounded the three if them. With one step, Phosphorus froze as he heard a creak beneath them.

Ten groaned with annoyance. "You idiot- AAAHH" The floor caved in and by they went tumbling down. The three of them landed in the kitchen below them. Without any thought, the two men went right back to fighting, the device bouncing back and forth between the two of them. Exhausted from the impact, Ten simply sighed before she made her way to the stove where a bottle of wine stood. She leaned against the wall, drinking it as she watched the men fight.

Flag eventually gained the upper hand, kicking Phosperpus across the floor so he could grab the device. His thumb hovered the red button as Phosperpus tried to attack him once more. Ten's attention was redirected, remembered that she too will be shocked.

"Phosperpus, you idiot!" Flag exclaimed. "You think Waller would give me the only remote? You'd be hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean for days if you escaped. Or, if i told her about all this! I'm not here to torture you- any of you." He said, looking at Ten. "We're supposed to be on the same damn team." Phosphorus looked down in shame. It was stupid to even try but he had to. The feeling of being set free just to be tied down again was taunting him, making him go insane.

Ten sighed, tossing the bottle aside she made her way over to the men. Grabbing Phosperpus by the shoulders and hauling him up, she stopped for a moment and made eye contact with Flag; the two had a silent understanding before she helped Phosperpus limp to the nearest bathroom.

At one point he came to his senses and shoved himself off of her, limping the rest of the way to the bathroom. He set himself down on the toilet seat and held his head in his hands. Cautiously, Ten kneeled infront of him and began to run a scan.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

"Scanning for any other injuries. I'm going to have fix your-" Ten watched as Phosphorus grabbed the back of his leg and cracked it back into place. She stared at it, a wave of confusion, concern, and pure disgusting rushed over her features all at once.

"Oh.... didn't know you could do... that..."

Phosphorus chuckled at her choked up reaction. "No injuries, babes. Just a bruised ego..."

Ten shrugged. "You gave it a shot. It's not entirely your fault, Waller is just freaky when it comes to being prepared. Guess she was right about doing it though..."

"Yeah..." He trailed off, losing himself in his thoughts.

The two sat in the bathroom in complete silence. Ten leaned her back against thw wall as she picked at the grout. Phosphorus watched her, like he had been, but this time he was actually able to see her.

He didn't mind what he saw, finding a strange sense of peace when watching her mindlessly pick at the floor. Maybe he cpuld get used to this...

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There is no better feeling than finally being able to write the fanfic you've been thinking about for days. It's not the best, but it's been a long time since I've written anything, so I'm pretty rusty. I realized in the middle of writing the the character I "kinda" came up with is basically just Android 18 from DBZ lmao. Thanks for reading!!!

EDIT: There will be multiple parts!

[fanged-fanfics]

Slides in with a very polite request of Dr Phosphorus/ Alex Tudyk x GN!Reader pretty please (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Story can be however you like heh.. 𝓘’𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂

☆ Melting Sounds Much Sweeter Than Burning — Dr. Phosphorus x GN Reader Fic☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || Warning for canon-typical violence + a lot of swearing

A/N: I don't think it came across clear in the writing but this is pre-canon for context-

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You were one of the humanoids caged up with the rest of the Commandos, locked up for your own big name crimes. There wasn't much the prison guards ever really let you do, and for quite a while you kept to yourself to try and avoid trouble. Sure, it was mundane to follow the guard's routines, but it kept you from getting shoved into solitary confinement or extra charges. But, in a flurry of green flames, trouble ended up quite literally landing in your lap during a mealtime brawl, and you found yourself fighting mutant assholess off of a radioactive green guy who was backing you up hit for hit.

From that day on, you couldn't seem to get rid of Dr. Phosphorus. You kept being in the same vicinity, or gravitating to each other subconsciously. Even if you tried to pick up conversations with someone else, he'd likely be the one to help you walk back to your cell. It was one of the better things to come from your time here. Phosphorus was one of the smarter criminals you interacted with on an average basis. He could at least hold a conversation without trying to gnaw his own leg off halfway through it like some other inmate (his name was apparently Weasel, but you didn't find that out till much later).

Unfortunately, despite your initial approach of being under the radar, Phosphorus was prone to trouble. You'd seen him melt a whole table enough to punch it in half, burn through walls, or sucker-punch people who pissed him off with a fist hot enough to literally kill them on impact. Suffice to say, you usually didn't offer him a handshake or give any pats on the back, for obvious reasons. Even though it was amusing to see him get himself out of alterations, you got into the habit of standing up to others by proxy.

Today, you'd gotten into a brawl. Not because of the great green doc, moreso of your own volition. You didn't get to see how it ended— swelling around one eye and dirt in the next prevented it. But due to the shouts you'd heard, it was easy to conclude the wardens broke it up. You were finally released back into your cell, seeing the familiar irradiated skeleton waiting for your arrival. The second the steps of the warden couldn't be heard, he walked up in front of you.

"The nurses didn't do a damn thing, did they?" He asked upon seeing your visible bruises and scrapes. You heaved a tired sigh as you sat on the edge of your stiff mattress "Hello to you too, Doc" you muttered. "Hey, I wasn't the one who jumped that guy" Phosphorus reminded, walking past the front of your vision "You had a hell of a stick up your ass today". "You heard him, he deserved every bit of it" you replied. Phosphorus kneeled down in front of you while saying, "Well all I see is you're the one with a fucked-up mug". You grumbled, keeping your gaze off to the side. He was right, of course, he usually was, it was just exceedingly annoying. He could never not be smug about it, even when he insisted he wasn't smiling.

"Guess you rubbed off on me" you commented back. "Better than you getting radiation poisoning like most around me do" Phosphorus countered lightly, reaching his hand up. You leaned back, scooting to the very back of your mattress as quick as possible. Phosphorus quickly retracted his hand "Still stings?". "No, dumbass, you're gonna melt my face off!" You said with pressing worry, almost in a yelp. For a brief moment of pause, silence and the soft hum of radiation was all you could hear before Phosphorus broke out in a loud laugh. It was always a little strange, watching his bony mouth open, blank eye sockets making the expression vacant even though he sounds happy. Speaking of, what the hell was there to laugh about-

"Ah, you may be smart, but you're sure as hell not observant" Phosphorus said, casually leaning his arm on your bedsheets "See?". You slowly leaned forwards, brow creasing in confusion "But- I've seen you- how the hell-" you stammered. He chuckled again, leaning his head into his palm "I can control when it burns anything. Right now, you're just fine. I don't plan to set another cell on fire". "Another?" You echoed, and he shrugged "There's a reason I got moved to being your cellmate. Now come on, you're just gonna look more fucked up if you don't let me see" he said.

You hesitated for just a second. There was a brief flicker of a thought that he could just be messing with you, but you pushed that aside. He didn't have reason to suddenly turn you into a walking molotov cocktail, right? And it's not like you ever did much to piss him off, intentionally anyways. You scooted up, and he leaned back to allow you the room. With a gentle hand, he touched your swollen black eye. You winced back at first, but thankfully his hand only felt warm rather than scalding. You sat up a little straighter, letting him look you over. "Do you even know what you're doing?" You asked. He pressed two fingers under your jaw, moving your head a bit to see the damage better while he spoke "I know more than anyone here would, unless you think leeches are still good for sore throats"

You nodded, still feeling a little uncertain. Even with his surprisingly gentle guidance, you saw the man break way too much 'invincible' shit to just forget. His touch eventually became a gentle hold on your jaw, guiding it back down "Jeez, way to go, pal. You're gonna be feeling this one for a few days". You nodded quickly, and he fell quiet. He pulled back his hand, holding it up in front of you instead "See? You're fine! Not even a little melting" he said, attempting to be reassuring. You nodded, looking at the hand he was holding up. With faltering motions, you very gently pressed your fingertips together. It definitely felt warm, but still bearable. Your palm slowly pressed to his.

You couldn't see his face change any, but his tone was warm with encouragement. "Not so bad when you get used to it, huh?". "Nah" you mumbled in agreement, slowly interlocking your fingers with his "Not bad at all". Phosphorus tilted his head down a bit to look fully, only waiting a moment before gently rubbing your hand a bit with his thumb. It had been quite a while since anyone felt comfortable enough to let him near, much less this. Not since... well, he didn't like to think about it too much. You both glanced up together, empty sockets meeting your eyes. Not wanting to overstep, you slowly pulled your hand back.

"Aaaanyways-" you began awkwardly, trying to transition back into casual conversation "You sure this didn't give me mercury poisoning or something?". The doctor chuckled, standing up "Who knows, you might wanna get checked". You gave him a small, non-serious glare in reply, and he laughed a little louder. He pointed to his face "Sarcastic smile". You huffed a small, exasperatedly fond sigh. You reached under your pillow, pulling out a stowed away deck of cards. "Wanna play blackjack?" Phosphorus asked as you began shuffling. "Sure, if you don't burn them when you lose" you replied. "I'm not promising anything" he said, hopping up to sit across from you on your bed.

As you prepped the game, a thought came to mind. "Hey, did the guards drag off that other guy?" You asked "I heard a lot of commotion". "Oh yeah, you know how they are" Phosphorus said casually "Can't handle a little third degree". You halted your motions all at once, squinting suspiciously at the man across from you, who had the nerve to innocently ask, "Something the matter?". You shook your head, smiling as you handed him his cards "Nothing, doc. Thanks"

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Look At Me

Dr. Phosphorus x Male Reader

Summary: You knew Alex before his ultimate demise, choosing to move forward instead of dwell on what happened to him. Alex however, never forgot you.

A/N: Just finished watching Creature Commandos, and it revived my obsession with DC and Dr. Phosphorus (Thank you Alan Tudyk) If this ends up doing well, I'll probably start writing some DC fics and taking requests for 'em.

A sigh escaped your lips, a weary sound that echoed the exhaustion clinging to your bones. You rubbed at your temples, the persistent throbbing a dull counterpoint to the frantic beat of your heart. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to block out the world, the relentless images that flickered behind your eyelids. You slipped your glasses from your face, the cool metal a small comfort against your overheated skin, and leaned back against the worn leather of your office chair. The harsh glow of the television screen painted the workspace in a sterile light, the same news report looping endlessly, a broken record of Gotham’s latest tragedies. Three weeks. Three agonizing weeks of the same story, the same faces, the same gnawing fear. Gotham, when was it ever not in chaos? It felt like a city perpetually teetering on the edge of some cataclysmic event. And now, this. Dr. Alexander James Sartorius, vanished without a trace. And then, the brutal, senseless murder of a crime boss, his wife, his children… the news cycle churned with death and despair, a constant reminder of the fragility of life.

Each time you heard Alex’s name, a fresh wave of grief washed over you, followed by a crushing sense of guilt. You’d worked with him, believed in his research, clung to the hope that his experiment would actually work. But it was his reckless decision, his desperate acceptance of funding from a known criminal, that had sealed his fate, or so you’d convinced yourself. Even though a small, stubborn voice whispered that something wasn’t right, that the story they were telling was incomplete. A low groan rumbled in your chest. You pushed yourself up from the chair, your muscles stiff and protesting. Your coat hung on a nearby hook, a silent promise of escape. You flicked off the lights, plunging the room into darkness, and silenced the television’s incessant drone. The quiet was a welcome relief.

As you drove home, a strange, unsettling green glow emanated from your living room window, casting an eerie light onto the quiet street. A cold dread coiled in your stomach, a primal instinct screaming at you to turn the car around, to flee from whatever – or whoever – was waiting for you in the shadows. You knew, deep down, that this wasn't good. This wasn't right. But you couldn’t run. You had to know.

Parking the car, you took a shaky breath, the cool night air doing little to calm your racing pulse. Each step towards the front door felt like a monumental effort. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by the first fat drops of rain, splattering against the pavement. Your mind raced, conjuring up a thousand terrifying scenarios. It’s just your imagination, you told yourself, a desperate attempt at self-preservation. You’re tired. That’s all.

“Frankie,” you called out, your voice trembling slightly as you stepped inside. “I’m home.” A low purr greeted you, a familiar comfort in the face of the unknown. The dim light revealed your cat, her plump figure a welcome sight as she rolled playfully on the floor. “Good girl,” you murmured, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of unease.

Moving through the house, you noticed an old photo frame lying face down on the floor. You didn’t remember knocking it over, but then again, your memory had been hazy lately, consumed by thoughts of Alex. You tried not to dwell on him, tried to convince yourself that he was nothing more than a colleague, a lab partner. But the lie felt hollow. You picked up the frame, your heart clenching at the sight of the picture. “Oh, Alex,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Why couldn’t you just listen?” You set the frame back down, a single tear tracing a path down your cheek. Turning towards your bedroom, you began to undress, the weight of the day pressing down on you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched. The strange green glow you’d seen from the window was not a figment of your imagination. It was real, and it was moving, stalking you through the quiet house. Its eyes, or what was to be perceived as eyes, burned into your naked form as you stepped into the shower, seeking the warmth and comfort of the water.

The figure lingered in the doorway, the eerie green light casting long, distorted shadows across the bathroom. A low groan, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very depths of its being, filled the air. The heels of its shoes clicked against the tile floor, each step deliberate, until it stood just outside the shower curtain.

With a sudden, violent rip, the curtain was torn aside, a blast of icy air chilling your skin. A hand, hot and distorted, clamped over your mouth, and a searing heat enveloped your body as you were pulled back, pressed against an unfamiliar surface.

You were spun around, your eyes widening in terror as you stared at your reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. The glow, the unsettling green light, emanated from the creature holding you captive. It was a skeletal figure, irradiated, its form both grotesque and strangely familiar. You struggled against its grip, your heart pounding in your chest, but your struggles ceased abruptly when it spoke your name.

Alex. That voice, raspy and distorted, but undeniably his, echoed in your mind. You must be dreaming, you thought frantically. This couldn’t be real. Alex was gone. He was missing, or dead. You had to accept that.

“Look at me!” he growled, his voice laced with pain. He seemed almost desperate, clinging to you as if afraid you’d disappear. You had squeezed your eyes shut, trying to retreat into the safety of unconsciousness, but his words pierced through your fear. “Look. At. Me.” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Your eyelids fluttered open, tears streaming down your face as you met your own terrified gaze in the mirror. Or was it your gaze? Behind you, reflected in the glass, was Alex. Or what was left of him.

“Alex?” you whispered, the sound muffled by the lingering pressure on your jaw.

He released his hold on your mouth, pushing you forward slightly so that you were inches from his…his new form. “In the flesh, baby,” he chuckled, but the sound was hollow, a distorted echo of the laughter you once knew.

You turned away, reaching for a towel, desperate to avoid his gaze. His hand shot out, his grip surprisingly strong, and forced your face back towards him. “Come on,” he rasped. “I ain't that hideous, am I?”

You shook your head, the burning sensation returning, spreading through your veins like wildfire. “You’re dead,” you whispered, the words barely audible. “You can’t be here.”

You sat on the sofa, Frankie curled in your lap, offering a small measure of comfort. You stared at Alex, at the…thing he had become. Everything he’d told you, the horrifying truth of what had happened, was almost too much to bear.

“You forgot me?” His voice cracked, a sound that seemed to grate against bone. He looked…hurt. But it was difficult to decipher emotions in that skeletal face.

“No, I…I tried to move on,” you admitted, the words heavy with guilt. “All I could do was think about you, about what happened…and eventually, I had to let go.” The words tasted like ash in your mouth. You hesitated, knowing that you hadn’t truly let go. There were reminders of Alex everywhere you looked, every corner of your life haunted by his memory.

“Then what is it?” he hissed, his voice laced with anger and something else…something that sounded like despair. “Why can’t you look at me?”

You finally lifted your gaze, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body shaking with sobs. “I loved you!” you cried, the raw emotion tearing through you. “I loved you, and now…now you’re a fucking walking irradiated skeleton who’s lost his fucking mind!” It was Alex, you knew it in your heart. But he was also…something else. Something changed, twisted by whatever had happened to him.

A puff of air escaped his mouth, a silent expression of pain. “You loved me?” he questioned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

You hiccuped, focusing on stroking Frankie’s fur, finding solace in the familiar touch. “Still do,” you murmured, the words barely a whisper.

Alex rose from his chair and knelt before you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. The burning sensation returned, but this time, you didn’t flinch. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “But look at me. I’m a monster. There’s nothing to love.”

You sighed, ignoring the heat radiating from his touch. “Maybe,” you said softly, your voice thick with tears. “But even monsters deserve love.”

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The warmth in the cold

A/n: Suggested by @notapartypersonsoletmebeallone

Description: you finally find someone who can keep you warm during the cold winters in Gotham

Pairing: Dr.phosphorus x reader

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It was winter in Gotham, meaning that it had grown much colder than the warm summers you're used to. In reality you felt cold even in the hot seasons of the city having been born on a sun far from earth. Most of the winters you've spent on this planet have been boring, that was until you met him. Being stuck inside under a mountain of blankets was the most dreadful part of the year. It has always festered a depression inside you not only from the lack of sunlight but also the solidarity of being alone for so long.

Lots of things were odd in this city like the unusual amount of masked men running around but when you were out on your way to a local coffee shop something truly shocked you. Even though it was midsummer you still wore a thick jacket, only getting hot when you stepped into line to get your coffee. Surprise widened your eyes as you turned around. “What's wrong gorgeous? Never seen a flaming skeleton before?” the man's rough voice teased you. Of course he was use to the stares he would get when he went out and you seemed no different. Your hand came up to your mouth as you gawked at him. The barista called for the next customer, bringing your attention away from him. You turned back without saying anything to order your coffee. He scoffed but didn't take his eyes off you.

You got your coffee and sat by the window, trying to get as much sunlight as you could. You had come to the shop with the idea of getting some work done but now all you could do was stare at him as he waited for his coffee. The table shook from your leg bouncing up and down out of anxiety. Should you go talk to him? He probably thinks you're a weirdo now for staring at him like that. You closed your eyes to think and when you opened them he was gone.

You grabbed your stuff and ran out the door, fearing you had lost him. People crowded the street blocking your view. How easily could a flaming man hide, pretty well you figured now from experience. You caught a glimpse of him as he turned the block corner and ran towards him. Panicking you grabbed his exposed arm, he jumped at the contact and turned around. You cursed yourself in your head because you couldn't read his stupidly beautiful face. The grip on his arm loosened but you didn't let go quiet yet out of the fear of losing him again.

“Um hi” you said, not shivering under your jacket like usual. He stared down at your hand, “you're not burning” he said quietly almost as if convincing himself. You closed your eyes before blurting out, “Can I make you dinner”. His jaw hung open when you met his gaze. Your face was red but not from his heat and you pulled your hand away. “I'm sorry for bothering you,” you said as you turned to walk away having decided he was weirded out by you. You felt the warmth of his hand by your arm before he pulled it back, “wait!” he said urgently, “what are we having?” he said with what sounded like a smirk. Your lips curled into a huge smile at his response, still unsure if he was doing the same.

The heat was cracked all the way up in your apartment as you watched the snow fall from the window. Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to stay awake but the cold always made you sleepy. Your head hit the window frame as you lost to your fight against sleep. You didn't know how long it had been but when you woke up in his arms you figured you had been out for a while. The bed shifted as you turned around to face him, he must have come home to you asleep by the window. These past few months he had shown you he wasn't just a criminal but quite the gentleman. Your lips curled up as you snuggled closer to him, enjoying the time you had together. He was still snoring softly so you simply placed a kiss on his cheek and fell back into the comfortable sleep with him.

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[crispysongkid]

"3 Nights"

In wich we see a Game Nigth, a Mourning Nigth and a New Nigth in Dr Phosphorus View point and no particular order. Enjoy! @asherashedwings Dinner Is ready

Phosphorus couldn't sleep. He never could nowadays but this was a diferent kind of insomnia. He felt weird. He kept looking and looking at the vacant bed on His side. At His nigthstand, where they let him keep a small plate of him. It was awfull. To remember what happened.

He knew he had enjoyed it. He knew (thanks to Nina) that His last words where of Joy and satisfaction. He Heard him laugh, hard enough to make his bones shake.

But he still missed him. Not the fiery and active longing he felt for His family and His life back, of course. It was More.....like if in one of those ridiculously big puzzles a corner piece was lacking. If you just looked at the big picture everything was there, everything was working. But you cant tear your eyes off the unfinished corner because you know it shouldnt be empty.

Something should be there. Someone, even.

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Phosphorus was having a bad nigth. Again. Like the last nigth and the nigth before that and surely the next nigth too.

They "forgot" to bring enough food for all of them, and his stomach was roaring for food, he didn't get enough. The carnage in the cafetería had been awfull. He was sure he would be fine of course, nothing left to eat in His Bones unless you want to get a really bad aftertaste (radiation poisoning) but still gross to see and dificult to access food himself.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a metal hand on his shoulder.

"Doctor, you should get to safe terrain. Civilians shouldnt be in a warzone"

If he still had eyelids, he would have blinked confused.

"You do know mi skin Is everything-proof, rigth Tin Man? Did the war finally start to affect you? Like, more than it already has?"

G.I simply said "It's protocol Doctor."

Then he walked off. In the way out, he grabbed Nina's arm to get the hell out of there. She was the most vulnerable out of them in a situation like this, so she followed.

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He didn't want to admit he missed him. It was silly. They didn't even had a relationship that close. He knew he was gonna get rebuild, restocked and retouched until he was in even better condition than the last time.

But a part of him wanted some More time. A quieter time. To mourn him. To cry for him, even. A Time that passed More slowly, to carry the sadness across all the hours, letting it rest in every minute. A Time where you can sit and think, and blame, and anger, and understand.

It was silly. Dr Phosphorus couldn't cry, he knew it for a fact.

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His stomach was growling at him, like it was scolding him for getting no food. He felt weak and ligtheaded. Maybe that's why he was doing so badly in his weekly game nigth with G.I.

"Why did you do that?" Phos asked "At the cafeteria, I mean. Not that card you just played, wich Is just petty" He drew +4 from the deck

"Also, another one" G.I played another +4 "And Uno"

"Oh fuck off, you big can of beans" He drew +4 cards from the deck again "But seriously, why? Nina was in much More danger than me, with all her pacifist junk and her thin skin, and you went to get her second!"

G.I didn't say anything for a while. Phosphorus was sure he wouldnt answer and was about to start another round.

"Well you already won, so should we do a second or-"

"I'm not quite sure why, doctor. It's not on my directive to behave like this. I dont have, how should I say it, the preparation I usually do have for other things, like killing nazis."

"I do know nonethless, that I wanted to make sure my friends were safe. And you are my closest friend, since Miss Nina Is new here. Is that a satisfactory answer to you?"

Phosphorus sighed. "I guess. One would expect you to know that kind of thing at this point in your life, you know?"

"My apologies. Emotional inteligence has never been my strong fort. Another round?"

G.I reached for the cards. His fingers where sligthly melted, from touching Phosphorus shoulder. He felt a bit guilty about that.

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Dr Phosphorus couldn't cry. But he did and he cried acid, poisonous like His grief

He was sad and angry. Oh, so very angry. He was furious, in fact. He could smell the sour smoke of fire burning fabric, he could see the room, the empty room he shared with G.I iluminate with the ligth of His pain.

He was angry at that Damn Circe, she killed him so mercilesly. So effortlesly, and that's what Made him so mad. He didn't matter to her. She would never think twice about him, she would never feel guilty, she would never even remember she killed that robot. That kind, and Smart, and sometimes petty robot that was much more than an obstacle in her path.

And, why lie at this point? He was mad at himself because he didn't stop it. He didn't react on Time, he didn't warn G.I, he didn't do anything! He just stared as his friend was blown to bits!! All he managed to do was burn Circe to bits and by god would he give His rigth arm to do it again.

That doesn't matter anymore. G.I isn't here and Alexander is.

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"Like hell I'm gonna let you deal those cards. I know you count them Tin Man" Phosphorus joked and started dealing. G.I laughed and then silence for a while.

"I'm sorry by the way. About your hand" He pointed at the sligthly melted fingers.

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"I'm sorry G.I" Alexander murmured "I know I Will see you again. But I'm still sorry"

He felt awfull. Just as awfull as how he felt when His family was murdered. Just that this Time he was the murderer. It was His fault G.I was dead. And now. What could he do? What could he do?

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"No problem Doctor. Even through my hand motions Will slow down for a while, it's in optimal condition to kill nazis!"

".....Can you stop calling me Doctor? We are friends you know"

"Phosphorus then?"

"Still doesn't feel great.....call me Alexander. Or if you want-

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"-Alex!"

Phosphorus turned around, slowly. He saw G.I sitting next to his bed. He probably was charging until recently.

"Yeah? Whats the matter Terminator?"

G.I tilted His head. "Are you alrigth Alex?" He hesitated and said "I know you dont like talking about your feelings but...." He sighed

"Miss Bride told me what you did to Circe. And she also told me you were "mopey" after I was disabled. That change of demeanor wouldnt happen to be because of me, wouldnt it?"

Phosphorus looked down. He felt so incredibly observed, like this was the most important test of His life. He could tell the truth or not. The corner was already integrated. Why couldn't he understand the full picture now? It was a simple choice. And an obvious one. Why did it scare him so much then?

"If I did cause this change.....I apologize. I'm not good at talking about this, but I have seen my boys at Easy Company like this sometimes...." G.I sat on Phosphorus bed "Usually after one of our one of our comrades was killed. And, if it's worth anything" He placed His hand on Phosphorus shoulder "It wasn't your fault. I wouldnt change what happened for anything, Alex"

G.I wasn't supposed to smile, just like Phosphorus wasn't supposed to cry. But he did, and the Doctor felt a warmer fire bloom in His chest.

"Better me than you. I'm quite fond of our friendship"

Oh. Oh. So that's the full picture then

"Me too Tin Man. Me too"

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Hoo boy this was a journey. I'm fucking tired but happy. I know it's rushed in some parts but I'm very happy with the result. Thanks for reading! (And thanks to Ash for all their enthusiasm about these silly goobers. Could have never been able to make it without it 💗) REBLOGS ARE APRECIATED

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Radioactive Showers - Rick Flag Sr / Dr Phosphorus fanfic [Creature Commandos]

Phosphorus decides to take an excessively long shower after returning to the prison, to the point it gathers suspicion, and because of this, Flag is made to go check on him, as the doctor is now his responsibility.

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While I enjoy many forms of media, I have some specific tastes to certain characters. This will probably be somewhat of a niche writing account -- solely catering to the characters I enjoy. Feel free to leave me a prompt/ask and I will get to it as soon as I can.

Additionally, I'll be plugging any of my fics from ao3 on here as well.

Rules and Masterlist below the cut

Rules:

NSFW content is allowed, and with that, MDNI. I'm also an anti-shipper, I guess.

Gore and other dark topics are perfectly fine here. Monsterfuckery is celebrated, even.

Master List and Fandoms:

TV Shows | Cartoons | Anime:

Cecil Stedman (Invincible) (current fixation)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate and Abridged)

Dr. Phosphorous (Creature Commandos)

Fromsoft Titles:

Knight Lautrec of Carim

Solaire of Astora

Black Knights

Darkwraith Knights

Capra Demons

Creighton the Wanderer

Darklurker

The Hunter

Night's Calvary

Frenzied Flame/Lord of Frenzied Flame (as depicted in one of ER's endings)

Other Video Games:

Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

Strade (Boyfriend to Death)

This list is most likely incomplete and will be updated as I remember and encounter some of my favorite characters from various media.

[dcemberchallenge]

🌟 DCember Day 2 🌟

General Prompt: Gold Themed Prompt: Dr. Phosphorus

[violetflowers55]

Just finished your fanfic on Ao3. And now I’m lost with what to do with myself 😭 Could I please get a Dr Phosphorus with a reader thats super affectionate, just really wants to be near him. Like they’re always trying to find way around his radioactivity, wearing gloves so they can hold his hand etc.

i really loved this idea!!! sorry it took me so long i’ve been sick for like a week 😭 but i didn’t forget! i wanted to keep it short and fluffy <3 also made reader gender neutral. hopefully you enjoy!!

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“Hey! You can’t be back here!”

The intimates who worked in the kitchen all stared at you, angered you’d disturbed them. You slightly tilted your head, looking up at the head chef through your lashes.

“I’m sorry, I know, I just really need to borrow those,” you cooed, pointing to a pair of oven mitts, “please?”

The hulking monster grumbled, but handed them over to you. You giggled to yourself. Waller might’ve been able to inhibit some of your powers, but she couldn’t inhibit good old fashion charm.

Later that day, you snuck into the medical wing. You waited until the techs left the radiology room, then darted inside to grab one of their protective aprons. It was a lot heavier and bulkier than you expected, making it difficult for you to hid it in your shirt. The sound of footsteps carried down the hall and in a panic, you arranged it to look like a pregnant belly. One of the techs returned and stood in the doorway, staring at you with a blank face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I think I got lost on my way to delivery?”

Still staring, he held out his hand and pointed down the hall. You thanked him and shuffled out, holding your “belly” to really sell it. Charm worked again.

Finally, night came. The lights shut off with a clang, and the guards left for the time being. Inconspicuously, you walked around your room, acting like you were stretching, until you landed underneath the camera in your room. You rubbed your hands together, forming an electric shock you then targeted at the camera. Then, you did the same for your inhibitor collar. It was such a minor power most people didn’t know you had it, which is why your collar didn’t stop it. Once you were free of your collar, you grabbed all your supplies and phase shifted through the walls, searching for one specific cell.

He jumped when he finally noticed you in his cell. His green glow illuminated your figure in the darkness. You put a finger to your lips before reaching up and zapping the camera in his room.

“What the hell are you doing here? How the hell are you here?” he asked. You smiled and sidled over him.

“I figured out how to touch you,” you said in a coy voice, trying to smoothly adorn your oven mitts and protective apron. He barked a laugh at your ridiculous getup, but opened the blankets up to you.

“You sure that’ll work?”

“No,” you replied, sliding into his bed, “but I don’t care.”

You wrapped yourself around him, making yourself comfortable on his chest. Even through the gloves and apron, you could feel the heat radiating off him. It warmed you to your core.

“Aren’t you determined,” he chuckled, amused by your antics.

“Mm, very,” you murmured.

You could faintly feel his heartbeat underneath your head. His arms held you close to him, carefully avoiding your bare skin. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved feeling you in his arms, almost as much as he loved how much effort you put in to make it possible. You wiggled even closer; it felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. You had been deprived of touch for so long and all you wanted was more.

Eventually, you found a position that felt sufficiently close enough to him. He held you close to his chest, also desperate for your touch. The two of you breathed in tandem, drifting off into blissful sleep.

[n-black]

Me checking if someone drops fanfics of Dr. Phosphorus more than my mental health

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

I love Dr. Prospect. Dr. Prosperous. Dr. Preposterous.

<3

Y/N: Dr. Proactive

Dr. Phosphorus: Stop it.

Y/N: Dr. Probenecid

Dr. Phosphorus: Everyday I make the choice to be your friend and for what?

Y/N: Dr. Probiotic

Dr. Phosphorus: For Dr. Probiotic

This is so funny to me because all I can picture is them trying to spell his name. Like imagine their cells are across from one another so they'll randomly slide letter across the floor to each other

Dear Dr. Fosfuros Fosuros Phiserus Phozzforus Phil Phosfourus Dr. P,

Does Batman eat bugs? Like a real bat?

Love, your pen pal <3

[paradlselost]

Your Dr. Phosphorus is work is just to DIE for. Actually surprised there’s not much more xreader fics with him 😭🫶

Ahh tysm !!! <33 all the support I’ve been getting on my phosphorus fics means the world . i actually started writing him after the first episode cause there weren’t fanfics up fast enough for him lol

[gorogues]

Fictober 2020

Fanfic: Flash Rogues Rated: PG

Day Fourteen: “You better leave now”

Rita Desmond had been looking forward to a relaxing evening on the couch, but that all changed when she found Alvin sitting there, smiling.

“What on Earth are you doing here?  Get out!” she ordered, and he cast a guilty grin at her.

“But I’m practically family!  I’m Albert’s twin, you see, so I figured my dear brother would have room in his heart…and his house…for me.”

Rita’s jaw dropped.  “Less like a brother and more like a stalker,” she retorted incredulously. “Please go.”

“Oh, it was just the one time,” Alvin scoffed. “Besides, I’ve got lots of talents my brother doesn’t have; for instance, all the cooking skills went to me while Albert could burn water.  I can cook for you!”

Rita had to admit that’d be useful around the house, as Al was indeed hopeless at cooking and she was often busy at work.  So she offered Alvin the opportunity to prove his skills and show himself to be anything other than the creepy little weirdo he’d always seemed to be.

Twenty minutes later, the house was full of smoke and Rita was trying to get some air inside while chasing Alvin out at the same time.

“You said you can cook!” she coughed as she swatted at him with a broom and he tried to dodge her blows.

“I assumed I could!  I’m so good at chemistry, after all!”

“Out!”

Alvin suddenly stopped in the kitchen doorway and looked sombre.  “You see, here’s the thing.  I already moved my stuff into the basement while you were out today.”

“Fine.  We’ll move it back out tomorrow,” she replied with an angry sigh, resisting the urge to facepalm or whack him further with the broom.

“Funny story: I also used the Philosopher’s Stone to change the décor down there, and used my alchemy to open a portal to another dimension.  You kind of, maybe, shouldn’t go down there?  On account of the demons and all.”

Rita stared at him, and honestly wasn’t sure whether she believed him or not but was definitely tired of looking at his face. She fixed him with an intense glare, one that actually made him take a step backwards.

“Maybe Al never told you, but there’s a reason we’ve kept Dr Alchemy in line over the years,” she began ominously.  “It’s because I have an even greater power than the Stone, and he fears it.”  Her hand began to glow with phosphorus, and she took a step towards Alvin with that same hard stare.

“Stay back!” he quaked, looking for an easy exit.

“It can push Dr Alchemy back into his hole so that Al takes over again, and if I wanted to be really rough on them, I could destroy Dr Alchemy forever.  But that’d hurt Al, so I don’t.  You, on the other hand…”

Alvin let out a distressed screech and ran for the front door, disappearing into the night with some yelling about getting his stuff back.  Rita laughed and locked the door, casually extinguishing the phosphorus pellet from Al’s Mister Element collection.

“That was amazing, honey!” Al exclaimed from the corner, applauding.  “He won’t be back anytime soon, I’m sure.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Rita said proudly, taking a few bows.  “I think we should go dump his junk on the front lawn so he doesn’t find an excuse to come back inside…I’m sure it’s just a bunch of disgusting magazines with the pages stuck together.”

“Sure thing.  I’ll go get started, since you did all heavy lifting with him,” Al nodded, and headed to the basement to clean up.

“Rita?” he called back a few minutes later.  “You were right about the magazines, but I think we’re going to need some help.”

“I’ll call Barry…” she sighed, whose number they had on speed dial because it was so frequently used.

“Well, maybe call Wally too, and see if we can get Jay Garrick.  And, uh, hopefully the Justice League as well..?”

[l-starlight-l]

Suggestions please!!!

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Hi!! I’ve been in a bit of a writers block and I’m not sure what or who to write about lately. I would love if you would leave suggestions or ideas for me and I’ll do my best to fulfill them!! I’ve opened my requests if you’d like to submit them anonymously or so I can reply to them. I would absolutely love some wlw stuff and fem x anyone but I will also try mlm but I have absolutely no experience with it! I don’t right for any OCs but I can do x reader or any x character stuff.

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Ideas (both fluff and smutt)

(you can suggest outside of these options)

Creature commandos

My hero academia

Dc

Arcane

Demon slayer

Jjk

Avatar

Miraculous

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