#phobos x male reader

[marilynmonroefanfics]

Scary Love

Y/N, much to the disdain of his father, had convinced his mother to let him spend some days with his grandmother, Demeter.

Zagreus and Macaria were also not happy about it, however as they player major roles in the underworld, they could not accompany him. They did give him some advice.

“Just take this enchanted dagger with you.” Zagreus spoke, hiding the weapon in his brother’s tunic.

“If someone tries to pressure you, just do as we practiced” said Macaria.

“GUYS PLEASE! THIS IS TOO MUCH!”

The youngest son of Hades was very well received by his grandmother, who was very happy to see him. The other gods were also enthusiastic, specially his new best friends, Athena and Artemis.

Y/N spend the first few days catching up with everyone, Apollo sang him songs, Hermes brought him gifts from his travels, he also did flower crowns with Dionysus, so on and so forth.

With Athena and Artemis, Y/N travelled the known world, playing chess with Athena was always fun and he bonded with Artemis over their love of animals.

There was only one god Y/N could not befriend, that being Aphrodite, whispers ran throughout Olympus that the Goddess of Beauty had been dethroned. Aphrodite didn’t help herself by leading a life of debauchery, not at all leading a life of virtue and, in an irony of destiny, not respecting the sacred bounds of love she herself represented.

One early morning, the young prince witnessed the arrival of Ares, God of War, who was followed by two unknown men, all in bloody armour.

The God of War only gave a small nod of acknowledgment, speaking swiftly.

“Deimos, Phobos…” Ares spoke, his voice full of authority. “…meet Y/N, God of Seasons, Prince of the Underworld, youngest child of Hades and Persephone.”

Deimos and Phobos greeted the young prince, however, the latter could only notice their unusual auras and empty eyes.

In the next days Y/N could feel himself being observed, as if two pairs of eyes were watching him from the shadows. Flowers and little cards could also be find on his bed, with sort messages such as “I love your eyes” or “You have my heart”

The next few encounters with Deimos and Phobos were always the same, with few words exchanged and the two gods in their bloody armours.

One particular day, Y/N was pitiful of the two brothers, he had offered to help clean their armours, they seemed very dirty and uncomfortable.

To his surprise, the two brothers accepted, taking an opportunity to ask the young prince for help cleaning themselves, in particular their cheeses and arms, which they would flex at any opportunity, making Y/N giggle.

From then on, the try spent even more time together, Ares became quite annoyed at this, as his sons weren’t fulfilling their duties, which mainly meant fighting alongside their father.

It was clear to everyone the two brothers were in love with the young prince, but no one dared to say so. As the two circled Y/N like to guard dogs. Or in Persephone’s own words “sons of Cerberus”

Persephone knew of her son’s conflicted feelings, and simply advised “follow your heart…but do remember this has great consequences.”

“What do you mean mother?”

“Silly boy, you have the sons of the God of War at your mercy, the best warriors in the world, who give their father great victories…you can sway them as you please, they are yours to command, love is a powerful force.”

“What…what if I can’t choose between them?”

His mother laughed “I suppose you get two handsome hunks instead of one!”

[neoplatinum]

we can't be friends - ariana grande | minatozaki sana

summary: the earth only has one moon, are you really the moon to sana's earth?

pairing: childhood-friend!sana x fem!reader

themes: extremely angsty, best friends to ?? to ??, internalized homophobia, gender dysphoria, sana's not too great of a friend, reader is a pushover until she isn't, implied sex, original male character, [----] x reader

wc: 3.2k

(side b: north and south poles | minatozaki sana)

from what you've learned in school, at the very early age of kindergarten is that the earth only has one moon, only one. mars has two moons: phobos and deimos.

when you were kids, you were called deimos, sana was called mars, and fuji was called phobos. it was always you three together, running through the streets of the countryside of japan.

causing so much trouble for your administrators, running around yelling down the halls of your school, the terrible trio of class 2-A. leaving school was always fun too, running around for snacks and jumping at the sight of cats.

you and sana were always closer, whenever fuji had to go home early because of his strict extracurriculars, you spent time with sana. walking by the train tracks, looking for lost coins for the vending machine or even staying for dinner with sana’s parents. it felt like it was you three taking on the small town.

until it didn’t. when middle school rolled around, you were excited to see them two after a couple of weeks of summer. each of you was busy with other things in life, making it hard to meet each other. so on the first day of school, you strolled in, ready to take on the new school year with sana and fuji by your side, when you noticed they weren’t talking much to each other.

fuji found basketball friends in his group, clinging to them like they were his new lifeline. sana has gotten close to the popular girls, they were nice but very superficial, all having drama with each other but in front of the group, they all faked smiles for each other.

you found yourself in between two different worlds, you tried calling to them after school, but they both dismissed you saying they had extracurriculars. fuji had gone off to play with his friends during basketball practice, while sana participated in school government association.

you got tricked into becoming treasurer for the sga that very year, so it was nice to still be around sana. although you could feel her distance.

it isn’t until one spring afternoon, you feel your first ever heartbreak. sana rushes into the sga room while you were napping on a desk.

she taps your shoulder excitedly, “wake up!”

you rub your eyes and focus on sana, who’s shoving a letter in your hand. you read the first line and yeah, your heart is crushed.

“fuji confessed to me!” she shouts excitedly, doing a little dance by herself as you read the lines.

“oh, congrats.” you hand the letter back to her, she looks at you a bit puzzled by your simple reaction.

“he asked me out! im so excited.” she explains, going into detail about their supposed first date. “he might kiss me, what do you think?”

“if you want to kiss him, then kiss him.”

she rolls her eyes at that, of course she knows that. that’s not what she’s implying.

“what i mean is, i’ve never had my first kiss! i don’t know what to do.” she goes on, thinking about it seriously. “what if he kisses me, and i suck and he doesn’t want to kiss me.”

“sana, if he thinks you being a bad first kisser is a deal breaker then dump him.”

you explain, placing your head back on your arms.

“you have to help me!”

“help?”

“kiss me, pretend you’re fuji.”

“no way sana.”

“why? too much of a chicken to kiss me?”

“no im not!”

"bawk bawk bawk" sana mocks you. making flapping arm motions to imitate a chicken.

“fine!” you hold yourself together (as much as you can) and place your lips gently against sana, pulling her in by the neck. caressing her cheek before letting her go. her eyes are dazed.

“wow yeah, that was good.” she fiddles with her school skirt, “i wish you were a boy, you’d make a girl very happy kissing her like that.” she blushes and leaves you alone, you feel that jagged break in your heart tear a little longer.

your tears don't stop as you try and go back to taking a nap, feeling your breathing getting heavy and you stay the rest of the afternoon, crying about not being born a guy for sana.

--

that was the last time you really talked to sana, too hurt that you cut your hair short the next day in the bathroom sink. crying tears into the porcelain bowl, with tears filling around your choppy hair. when you finally stop, you try liking the idea of it being short like a boys. but sana doesn’t spare you a glance. suddenly the hair feels too choppy and the air that you didn't feel when your hair was long starts to bother you.

it doesn't bother you for long, once your hair grows back. it feels right, like you were meant to look this pretty and feminine. you stay away from both sana and fuji as much as you can.

until one day sana knocks rapidly at your door, you haven't had her over in years. high school created even more distance between you two, you found your own people to be around. people that never overlapped with sana and fuji.

--

until you see sana staring at you from across the door, eyes still sparkling as they always have, in that charming look. and the longer face, the warm smile and comforting scent of flowers. as much she is the sana you remember, you don't think she's the same sana you once knew.

"hi."

"hi sana, are you okay?" you let her in. and it's like you're transported back to when you were thirteen, letting sana come over whenever she needed to complain about fuji and his "boy" tendencies. now that you're both 18 and ready to set off into the real world, you feel a little strange having sana visit.

"yeah, i need your help." she starts, dropping her bag onto the floor. you feel your heart rate spike a bit, was sana in trouble?

"help with what?" you offer her a bottle of her favorite drink, royal milk tea.

"you remembered." she says softly, grabbing it and downing it in a few quick seconds, a sign she's nervous and with the tapping of her foot. you're feeling anxious just at the sight. "fuji asked to have sex."

you nearly spit out your own water, "what?" your eyes are wide and you stare at sana as she keeps her eyes away from you.

"i need your help."

"did he do something sana? i'll kill him myself." you get up.

"no, none of that. i want to, have sex i mean. i just can't with him first."

"why not?"

"well, i...i want my first time to not be him. i just know it in my heart."

"okay. so how am i supposed to help you?"

"be my first."

"sana! you can't ask that of me."

"why not? we're best friends, of course we can."

"sana no, you love fuji, he should be your first if you love him. you're dating him too, that would be cheating."

"i dont, i dont think, i just." she shakes her head. "it can't be with him first." she ends it softly, hands in her lap. looking like she's been scolded. you feel the guilt bubbling up in your stomach; here she was being vulnerable, and you just accused her of being a cheater.

"what's really going on?" you ask, she's not making sense anymore.

"i need you to be my first, i want you to be. it can't be anyone else." sana is firm. standing up and taking your hands in hers. with her eyes looking into yours like that, like she knows how much you love and adore her. you can't find yourself to say no, even if it betrays fuji.

"okay."

"yeah?" her eyes light up.

"yeah." you pull sana upstairs, and begging her to forget about fuji, just for one night. to only focus on you and to pull out those pretty sounds of sana uttering your name into the night.

you don't stop until you feel sana against you, like it's where she belongs, right in your arms.

--

when sana leaves in the morning, you feel that gash that you've been trying so hard to heal get ripped apart again. she thanks you like you're someone who was there to provide a service to her, like that's the only purpose you served her that night.

as if you didn't pour your heart out as you kissed down her torso, cherishing her body like the gods sculpted it. as if she isn't the only woman in the world, you begin to think maybe that's what you were made for. someone to exist for sana, and never with her.

this hurtful thought bumps around your brain, hitting every surface of it, you feel your heart break into two. like you're led on a leash by sana, without her letting you ever leave.

it becomes a habit, a habit you can't break. you circling between the sana and fuji whenever it was the holidays or birthday parties. each year you feel more and more of your soul slip away. you can't begin to tell where your identity begins and ends without sana.

doesn't help that fuji is a good man for sana. always considerate and careful, giving her the space and time she needs when she's overwhelmed. you think sana chose well, a good man in her life that'll never waver his loyalty for her.

but it leaves you in disarray, sana contacting you for her relationship problems. leaving fuji all alone as she calls you to escape. weeks spent away from fuji, where you two meet hidden away from the world. a hidden place filled with drunk kisses and hookups, ones you would never utter to fuji.

you being invited at her parties, seeing his arms draped around her like you weren't caressing them just days ago. it's all too much, you don't know if you can be friends with her. ever again.

until she marries fuji, she hands you their invitation card herself. how dare she? after years of being a secret she hands you a knife for you to stab into your heart, and she does it with a smile. explaining how happy she is to have the wedding of her dreams, while you feel the woman of your dreams slip right through your fingers.

but then the reality hits, she was never yours to begin with, you two are simply friends. just best friends that know each other's bodies too well.

you play your part well, giving a dedicated speech to them two. reminiscing of the early days of you as a trio. days of mischief, talking about learning of their feelings for each other, making jokes about how they were polar opposites, destined to find each other magnetically. you leave out the part where you think you would fit well with sana even if you aren't the opposing magnet.

you try and stay away from her as much as you can after the wedding, to save your own heart (as much there is left). blocking her number and taking time away from japan. going overseas to travel, and it works out well, you meet a woman named momo, you don't mention the woman to sana. you don't hear from sana and you feel your heart calm a bit, like it's finally able to take a break.

when you return to japan, you find her at your doorsteps, fallen asleep at your door. she wakes up to the sight of you and hugs you immediately, complaining about how worried she was that you disappeared. you don't mention how you blocked her number. letting sana into your apartment and she drops the biggest news on you that you could ever expect: shes pregnant.

"congratulations sana!" you fake a smile and she goes on to explain that it's going to be a little girl. and she's so excited to dress her up and have a daughter.

you feel like you're hearing static noise as she goes on, sitting on your couch talking animatedly about the new nursery and all the books she's been reading about motherhood. it isn't until she finally steps away to go home that you realize that you never said more than congratulations.

--

months later, she births the beautiful baby girl. you wait outside the room, a balloon in one hand and a pack of diapers in the other. the nerves of having to see sana after so long made you vomit in the hospital bathroom just ten minutes ago. you try to focus on anything else, the sterile walls, the smell of sanitizer, the sounds of nurses chatting. then you see fuji step outside, looking like a tired first-time father.

"congratulations fuji!" you say as you pass him the diapers. he laughs at the sight and thanks you before saying he's going outside to get some food and that sana is awake.

you step into the hospital room and hear the rhythmic heart monitor and low beeps of machines. there sana is, exhausted as ever but happily babbling to her baby. you can see the little baby in the swaddle. you walk up to the bedside.

"hi sana, congratulations on your new baby." you tie the balloon to her bed, and she smiles at you, tired but always warm. "she's beautiful, sana." you wash your hands and poke at her cheek.

"isn't she? i think it's too early to say, but she might have my eyes." you look back down and see the baby, eyes closed in bliss. you think they look like sana's too. ones that you used to look at as kids.

"i want to name her after you." she starts, gently caressing her head. you stop, leaning back quickly.

“dont do that sana, don’t give it the same curse you gave me.” you bite out. sana stops caressing the baby's face to look at you. “forced to love someone who will never love them back.”

"what are you talking about?" sana says gently, you've never raised your voice at her in all the years you've known each other.

"sana, you can't give her my name. i forbid you to." you say sternly; after how much she destroyed you, you're not letting her name her daughter that.

"but, why?" she's still perplexed, eyes wide.

"it's not right." you look away from sana, years of pain resurfacing just at the idea. "you really hurt me, i don't want you to name your daughter after me."

she doesn't press you on the matter anymore, anxious eyes darting all over the room, trying to find an escape from this conversation.

"what about being her godmother?"

"i'm moving away sana."

it's like the final nail in the coffin, both phrases being said at the same time. you realize there's no other way to say it, not over text or a call. it's better to say it here, ripping off the bandaid completely.

"moving? where are you moving?" you can hear the heartbeat machine beeping faster, and you see her heart rate climbing steadily.

"korea, i got a job over there." you say dismissively.

"oh wow, when do you move?" sana's voice is timid as she tries to hold back tears at the idea.

"i leave in a week." you say, picking your stuff up getting ready to leave. "congratulations again sana, your baby is beautiful and healthy. tell fuji that he'll be a good father, i know it." and with that you step to leave, and just as you turn the knob you can hear it, the sound of sana crying.

you try not to cry yourself, but you can't stay here. orbiting around two people who are building their life together. you weren't supposed to be here to begin with. earth never had two moons. you nearly bump into fuji when he opens the door.

"oh fuji, i'm sorry i couldn't stay long." you offer when you see him outside, food in hand and excited to talk to you, he smiles sadly. giving you a hug as you walk outside.

feeling like for once you control your own life, your love is yours, and no longer sana's.

"stay a while longer, sana is so excited to see you!" he says, trying to urge you to come back inside.

"it's okay, we'll see each other around." you turn to look back at sana, and she stares right into you with tears running down her face and glaring at you. you just told your final lie to sana, closing the door behind them, like you closed your relationship with sana.

--

you don't see sana for years; it's strange. growing up with so much hurt and pain made it difficult to enjoy your romantic relationships, but you realize there is always a person for you, yours being hirai momo, not sana minatozaki.

here at incheon international airport, you stretch from your seat, needing to get some movement in before you sit in that cramped airplane seat for hours. so you make a beeline to the bathroom, walking directly into a young girl.

she falls backwards, nearly hitting her head on the floor, but you catch her in time.

"hi sweetie you okay?" you pat her down, pulling her shirt down. she nods at you and you see her eyes, and you feel your memories shift back to when you were five years old, meeting that girl that sat near you in class 2-A. she runs towards someone.

you stand up and recognize those eyes immediately, sana minatozaki in the flesh after five years. eyes wide as she stares at you. fuji right by her side.

you can see the recognition in sana's eyes. you walk right up to them, offering the couple a hug. sana's arms grip onto you so tightly you feel your ribs in her hold. then you feel a tug at your pant leg.

you turn around and smile at the girl by your leg.

"say hi hana, this is sana and fuji." your little girl waves to them hi, while sana is still staring at you. fuji starts congratulating you, excited to see that you have a daughter. you let out a laugh. then you feel a pat on your back, with momo walking up to kiss you.

then you let your daughter down to play with sana's daughter. eyes fond at the two little girls chasing after each other.

“it’s been a while.” sana's voice cuts into your thinking.

“yeah, i guess it has.” you reply, finally looking at her after so long. sana gulps, willing the tears away.

"honey, you’re crying.” fuji says wiping away sana's tear, you smile at that. he's good for her.

“oh i didn't notice.” sana laughs, rapidly wiping her tears away.

you let the three of them talk, momo joining in and introducing herself. you're left feeling a bit better about your decision to leave sana's side all those years ago. waiting for her to love you back would've costed your relationship with momo, especially since you would have never had hana.

it's important to know when being friends turns into we can't be friends anymore.

--

a/n: hehehehehe, angst is so fun to write, that's probably why it's everywhere in my writing. thank you to the anon who requested this! i wrote this in like 6hrs. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Master list

probably not got everything on it yet, but here's a list of my stuff

Reader gets pregnant with them

Hank, Sanford and Deimos, 2B

Jeb, Sheriff, Audi, Tricky

Church and Jorge, Phobos

Crackpot, Hofnarr

MAG Torture

Dave, QBert, Skinner

General romance

Hank, 2B, Sanford, Deimos

Audi, Tricky, Jeb, Crackpot

Burger Gil

Sanmos poly

Hofnarr / Tricky

Sanford x Chubby male reader

Love language is biting - Hank, San, Dei, 2B

Phobos x Other Place monster

Garrett Goyle

MAG Torture x depressed reader

Burger Gil again

Deimos x vamp former lover

White Hank x fluffy reader

2B x FTM reader

Jebus

Hank freeing tortured reader from AAHW

Dave, QBert - accents

Sheriff - nightmares

Female 2B

Pining for 2B

Pining for Sanford

2B x plague dr reader second part

Sanford the himbo

Cookin with San

Romantic little moment with Hank

MAG Hank

Jebediah caring for sick reader

Jebus x disciple reader

White Hank

2BHank poly

[cerise-on-top]

2BDamned x trans!male reader hurt/comfort where reader is having a bad day and is afraid that 2BDamned doesn't actually like him but 2B is like (in the most serious way) "you're a silly, silly man for thinking that. mwah mwah" sorry if this is a lot i just really really love 2BDamned 🏃

Hey! Sure!

2BDamned Reassuring His Transmasc!S/O

It was just another one of those days where you felt like the scum of Nevada. Despite everything 2B has done for you, all the surgeries he performed on you despite him not being a doctor, all the time he’d make for you, all the small gestures he’d show you, you still felt as though you weren’t a good enough boyfriend for him. How could you deserve someone like him? He fought for Nevada. And what did you do? Lament your body, your past, your entire being. You must have been so annoying, so why would he spend time with someone like you? Was there an ulterior motive for that? You weren’t sure. You weren’t really the most capable or powerful grunt out there.

2B would notice you being rather down once he’s spent a few minutes with you. Yes, he doesn’t notice immediately since there’s a good chance he’s tired from the day, but once he realises it? He’ll ask you what’s wrong. Even if you’re not being honest with him, he has his ways of making you talk. Will be rather gentle with you at first, taking your hands in his, gently running his thumbs over them. You will relent eventually, because he can actually be annoying when he’s worried about you. And if none of that helps, then he threatens to send Hank after you. To this day you aren’t sure if he’s being serious or not.

Once you tell him what’s up I feel as though he’d sort of blame himself a little bit. Was he not a good enough boyfriend for you? Did he not make you feel loved enough? Yes, he was well aware that his work consumed his every waking moment and that he couldn’t always make time for you because of it, but he’d feel guilty regardless as you told him about your woes. 2B will let you talk, let you get everything off your chest as he listens intently, trying to come up with the right words to say to console you at least a little bit.

Although he may not be a very touchy grunt in general, he’d make an exception for you. He’d pull you into a hug and tell you that you couldn’t be any more wrong about your assumptions. You shine brighter than the sun used to in Nevada, you’re one of the reasons he fights for this godforsaken world in the first place. The hug would be kind of tight, and kind of awkward since he’s not really used to doing so, but it’s the thought that counts. You were being blue for nothing, he wasn’t going to leave. Love was rare in Nevada, but he certainly felt it for you. 2B may not be the most emotional person out there, but he’d try for you. He’d be a bit stern, but he just can’t help it when you’re being an idiot. What did he need to do in order to prove that he loved you? Did you want Phobos’ head on a stick? He could most certainly provide that, just give him the word. He loved you and he wasn’t going to leave you, no matter what your insecurities may have told you. You were the most perfect grunt out there and he’d never replace you with anyone else.

[cereswritingpoint]

Hey! Welcome.

Since you've come this far, let me introduce myself!

❯ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

Hello, I'm Ceres! I'm in my early 20s and I've chosen to bring my writing to Tumblr. Yes! I usually write (and read) in my free time. And, when I'm not writing, I like to listen to music and also read about academic (nerd) articles.

❯ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒

Newgrounds, JJK, TokRev, Junji Ito, Madness Combat, Soul Eater, CSM, AOT, Assassination Classroom, HxH, JJBA, Death Note, Cowboy Bebop, Evangelion: Death (True)².

❯ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄;

Sibling!Reader x Character (Only PLATONIC);

Female!Reader, Male!Reader (going to try), NB!Reader;

Reader x Character (Romantic OR Platonic);

Fluff;

(Going to try) angst;

Headcanons;

Oneshots;

Dark/Suggestive content;

(Going to try) Yandere!Character;

Gore, violence;

Note: I will put TW in any delicate topic.

❯ 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄;

Underage characters;

R*pe or any other type of assault;

Incest;

Smut;

Religious themes;

Heavy angst;

Domestic violence (verbally, physically, emotionally and mentally);

Loli stuff or characters acting like a child.

❯ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑:

From Madness Combat: Series:

Hank J. Wimbleton, Deimos, Sanford, 2BDamned, Tricky, Jebus, Auditor.

From Project Nexus:

Dr. Christoff, The Employers, Director Phobos, Dr. Hofnarr, Dr, Skinner.

Well, that's all for now! Thank you for the attention, and I hope you have a great day! <3

[cosmica-galaxy]

Not to be annoying or anything but. Did you get my ask about marriage with Phobos and Audi?

I have, anon! No worries! I just get a lot of asks that some of my requests get buried under the newer ones, but I try my best to answer and write for as many as I can while I'm free! I still have some from October sitting in here too, but I'll get to them as fast as I can! Here's a mini-list on what I'm working on for those who need some closure on what's going on behind the scenes and if I have seen your asks for not: - Current grown up baby being worked on: Hank's kid - Working on that FSR (future soldier reader) arriving into Nevada oneshot that an anon requested - A thanksgiving special with the SQ boys - Various Papa!Grunt AU related asks involving children-related scenarios ranging from protective parents, to reacting to certain gifts, to forming family bonds with other grunts, and I still have some powers to write out for. (There are a LOT of asks involving the babies, so you'll get your papa au food soon followers, lol) - Various oneshots (One anon requested Sanford x Male Reader, for example) - Reader with strings that act like a tail - The main boys asking Player out - Aaaand to top that all off, some nsfw asks involving madcom on my other blog. So there's a lot I want to do and I got to do. Bonus, here's some ideas I'm tossing about: -Streaming art requests -Making a choose your own madcom adventure on A03 -Learning how to animate portraits

Hope this clarifies some things and puts to rest some worries!

[warcriminalcommie]

Somewhere In... Deez N—

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'Sup. My name is Ay, I'm just your local (cringe as fuck) idiot on her i d i o t i c writing account. I honestly am still pretty weirded out about posting shit on Tumblr, specifically writing, but still. I gotta get used to it SOMEHOW.

Basically what I currently write is Madness Combat X Reader. I might consider Roblox X Reader later but I'm trying my best with my motivation right now.

And to the people who are from my Wattpad, pretend my update schedule history thing is actually existing and that I am a very competent writer that writes very frequently.

So uh. Here are the request rules, I suppose?

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Very epik, go ahead. (I will do this.)

Fluff.

Angst.

Platonic.

Platonic Character/Reader + Child!Reader/Child!Character. (It will be marked with a "+" or "&" instead of an "X". If not, then I forgot to mark it as such.)

Female!Reader.

Slightly suggestive stuff.

Violence and bloody stuff. (Kind of obvious since it's Madness Combat.)

Yanderes. (nO— I won't be romanticizing the yandere actions. All yandere relationships are abusive and unhealthy, y'know.)

Alphabets. (Fluff alphabet, SFW alphabet, Angst alphabet, etc... but of course not the NSFW alphabet.)

Boi what the hell boi. (I won't do this.)

Pedophilia. (Romantic/Sexual stuff with a Child!Reader/Child!Character. Like what the fuck?)

Rape. (Pro-Shippers when.)

Incest. (Pro-Shippers when. - Part 2.)

Smut.

Male!Reader. (I have no idea on how to write a Male!Reader lol.)

Gender-Bent Characters. (Because their personalities will be really weird to work with. Just thinking about a gender-bent Deimos or something makes my head hurt.)

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Oh, and the characters I'll write for. Right.

CHARACTER LIST.

Hank.

Deimos (The Deimos simps are wild bro. They're almost as wild as the Auditor and Phobos simps IF NOT EVEN WORSE— (And that's coming from someone who's favorite is Deimos.)).

Sanford.

2BDamned.

Sheriff.

Jebus.

Tricky.

Auditor.

Scrapface.

ROMP.fla.

Hot Dog Vendor (The most important character.).

Happy Hank.

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I'll be writing one-shots, head-canons, and alphabets. B)

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I'm also afraid I won't be able to write anything LGBTQ+ because I absolutely suck at representing groups that I am not from and I really do not wish to screw up the representation (Unless you like - Want a demisexual or maybe someone on the asexual spectrum. That's all I can provide.). My apologies.

And that's all, for now.

EDIT: Some characters have been removed due to my lack of knowledge on them, for those who have requested them I'll still try to push the requests out but I'll no longer be taking requests for any character not listed here.

[6rookie-writer0110]

The chemicals swirl inside our black hearts

Lady Dimitrescu x Male Reader

Request - May I ask for a Lady Dimitrescu x male reader where the reader is a legit demi-god and he is sent by his parent to watch this 'ceremony' Miranda has going only for him to meet Lady D and him turning into a blushing mess around her because, "I find tall and strong women very attractive." Maybe a romance blossoms from there. Thanks friend!

Mother Miranda told everyone there will be a ceremony and everyone has to be there. Everyone is talking about what will happen and Lady Dimitrescu will be there. She found out who will go. Your father went to see you on earth, he doesn't go often to earth.

“My son, Mother Miranda wants you to go to the ceremony,” Ares said.

“Do I have to go? What about my Deimos and Phobos” You said.

“They will be busy. Also, your brothers and sisters will be busy, so you must go” Ares said.

You are a demigod, your father is Ares. You have more than two brothers, you don't see them often. They are always busy creating chaos. You never met Mother Miranda, but you have heard stories about her. You start to remember who will be there, you heard rumors that Lady Dimitrescu will be there. You weren't going to the ceremony because you don't care what they do.

“Okay, I will go. When is it?” You said.

“Tonight. Y/n, don't embarrass me” Ares said.

“Whatever,” You mumbled.

He glared at you and disappeared. You and Ares don't get along well. The relationship is complicated, the same with your siblings. Your siblings are Gods and you're a demigod.

--

You walk to your bedroom and opened the closet. You look through your clothes and start to think about what to wear. You live alone and you don't talk about your family to anyone, they won't understand and they will think you're insane. No one will believe that Ares is your father. After a few minutes, you made up your mind about what to wear. You take a shower and you start to get ready.

Lady Dimitrescu is getting ready for the ceremony. She is happy that Ares won't be at the ceremony, she never liked him. Everyone knows they have a bad history, about she does know about you and your siblings.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

You arrive at the ceremony. You take your seat and Karl Heisenberg sits next to you. You and Karl glared at each other and the others start to arrive. You start to look around and you see creatures around and you can hear them.

“Does your father know you're out this late?” Karl asked.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t make me kill you” You said.

Karl laughed and pat your back.

“You are funny. I thought demigods were boring” Karl said.

More people started to arrive. Suddenly you see a creepy doll running around and laughing. You are feeling a little scared

“She belongs to Donna Beneviento,” Karl said.

“Interesting,” You said.

You felt your heartbeat faster. Lady Dimitrescu walked in and your eyes opened wider. She is beautiful and you couldn't take your eyes off her. She sits down and she lit her cigarette. You noticed her eyes on you and you looked away. She kept looking at you and you start to feel your body getting hotter.

Suddenly the room got darker and Donna’s doll starts to cheer. Mother Miranda arrived and everyone is quiet.

“I gather everyone here because Ethan and Mia Winters will pay for what they have done,” Mother Miranda said.

Ethan and Mia are in the room, they have handcuffs on their wrists and ankles.

--

Karl and Lady Dimitrescu start to argue. They want to prove they are better than each other, they want to please Mother Miranda. You watch them and Mother Miranda yelled at them. Everyone does agree they want Mia and Ethan dead.

“Let's see what you're really made of, Ethan Winters” Karl teased.

“Such a child” Lady Dimitrescu mumbled.

“I will decide what will happen to them,” Mother Miranda said.

Mother Miranda wants them to suffer.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

After the ceremony, you went inside the mansion. You see an old picture of Lady Dimitrescu on the wall. You admire the picture and you can't stop looking at the picture.

“You are the demigod that everyone is talking about,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

You turned around and you're smitten. You look up at her and her voice you fell in love with.

“My name is y/n and my father is the God of war,” You said.

“Do you have powers like him?” Lady Dimitrescu asked.

“Yes, and I have powers he doesn't have,” You said.

She wants to smoke then you used your power fire to light her cigarette.

“You don't seem intimidated by me,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“I find tall and strong women very attractive." You said.

You blushed and you start to feel nervous. You feel her eyes on you, she would have smiled but didn't do it.

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The past nights, you couldn't stop thinking about Lady Dimitrescu. Her voice you fell in love with and you love her personality. Hours ago, you went to search for black roses and you sent it to Lady Dimitrescu. You are wondering if she liked it, you're smitten by her.

You look at the window and noticed a raven with a letter. You opened the window and grabbed the letter, you saw the raven fly away. You open the letter and start to read it.

You are invited to have dinner with Lady Dimitrescu tomorrow at 6:30 pm.

You couldn't stop smiling and you saved the letter. You left your apartment to get more black roses.

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The next Night...

You arrived at the mansion with black roses. You see Lady Dimitrescu walk towards you, your heart starts to beat faster.

“Y/n, you are on time,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“It would be rude to arrive late and empty-handed,” You said.

You gave her the black roses and a jar with fresh blood.

You follow Lady Dimitrescu around the mansion. She is giving you a tour of the mansion.

“You look beautiful in those pictures,” You said.

“Such a charmer. It's been a long time since anyone has given me roses” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“Can I ask how you became a vampire?” You asked.

She gently touched your cheek and you felt weak. Her touch made you smile.

“Story for another night,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

You nod.

“Yeah” You smiled.

After dinner, you and Lady Dimitrescu drink wine together.

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You are the mansion again before you can say anything to Lady Dimitrescu. You hear the piano play, you look and she is playing the piano. The music is beautiful, you never heard it before. You gently walk towards her

“Y/n, sit next to me,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

You next to her and you watch her play the piano.

“I never played the piano. But you play beautiful” You said.

“I have been playing the piano since I was a small child. My real name is Alcina Dimitrescu” Alcina said.

“Beautiful name,” You said.

“I will teach you how to play the piano,” Alcina said.

She grabbed your hands and showed you where to put them. Step by step she tells you to press the keys. You messed up a few times but she kept teaching you.

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“You are much different from your father. I thought you would behave like an immature child” Alcina said.

“He is an asshole. I'm not like him and I barely speak to him” You said.

“I was sick and Mother Miranda infected me with a cadou parasite. I was an experiment that changed my life forever. I stopped again when I was 44 years old” Alcina said.

You softly touch her hand and she didn't move her hand away.

“Is that how you became a vampire?” You asked.

“Yes. I will always need fresh blood from virgins” Alcina said.

“So, it's true what you do to get virgin blood, you kill them, torture them and bathe in their blood,” You said.

“Does that scare you, y/n?” Alcina said.

She stares into your eyes and you stare back.

“No,” You said.

---

Alcina hasn't celebrated her birthday for many decades. She thought what's the point and ridiculous. When Alcina went to her bedroom, she sees the black roses and a letter on her bed. She starts to read the letter and she didn't throw away the letter.

It's late at night and Alcina wanted to see you. You couldn't help to smile but you noticed she doesn't smile often. You used your firepower to lit her cigarette, she likes it when you do that but she won't admit it. You start to open up to Alcina, she would ask questions and you would answer. You don't open up to anyone easily, but with Alcina, it felt different.

You and Alcina spend hours talking in the dead garden, sitting on an old bench. You gently put your hand on top of her, she didn't move her hand away. Alcina spoke about her past life and she has been through so much. She did tell you what year she was born in. She thought you wouldn't come by anymore when you found out that she kills virgins for blood but she was wrong.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

Alcina is feeling frustrated with many things and she wants to kill Ethan. He is causing problems and he broke into Alcina’s mansion. You are in her bedroom, listening to her rant.

“I knew Heisenberg would fail. He let the stupid fool escape. Ugh!!” Alcina sighed.

“Let's stop him together,” You said.

She sits next to you, she grabbed her cigarette and you lit it for her.

“You would help me?” Alcina asked.

“If you want me to. It could be fun. I don't like seeing you like this, being stressed out” You said.

“You are such a gentleman always caring for me,” Alcina said.

You smiled. You lean in and you kiss her. She starts to kiss you back and you stare into her eyes.

“Y/n, let's stop him together,” Alcina said.

She leans in and kisses you.

[nictofobia-phobos]

Hello again! This is the anon from the voice in your head request with sal. I'm glad you had fun writing it, and I really enjoyed it myself, thanks again! I was wondering if you could do the tell no lie prompt with Travis Phelps, he/him for the reader, please. I hope you're having a good day!

Hello again my dear anon!~

I'm doing pretty good at the moment and I hope you are doing just as good, honestly I'm just glad you liked the other story, I wasn't really sure if it was good, so hearing that just makes me happy! ✨

I'm sorry I took quite the time to write this.... I didn't really have anything in mind for it... Still I hope this was okay...

Written with love, Phobos~

Warnings: implied domestic abuse, bullying, h*moph*bia

Pairings: Travis Phelps x Male reader

I'm here...

Travis Phelps definitely was a hard person to treat, to resume it, he was an asshole and that wasn't news to anyone,he treated you, that blue haired boy and his friends like trash, it was his daily routine, get on the school call you by many names and then continue his routine

So when he approached you today to give you your daily insults it didn't go unnoticed his wounds and the his fists clenched with every word, if you were honest it seemed like he was on the verge of tears, like he would just collapse at any moment, it almost made you want to ask him if everything was okay, but by the time you gained courage the bell ringed and he was already gone

You wouldn't stop thinking about him and how something seemed off in him, starting to recall back you remember sometimes seeing some little wounds on him, but at the time you didn't though anything about it...

By the time your second class ended you were praying for time to pass faster, you wanted to see that boy, to know if your assumptions were correct

But by the time you were finally out he didn't seem to be anywhere, you checked the cafeteria, yard and classrooms but nothing, you would have given up if the idea of that he was perhaps in the bathroom crossed your mind, so you went to check in there

And bingo you found him, muffled cries could be heard from one of the cabins, being accompanied by the soft sounds of the soles of your shoes against the tile floor, with a soft knock against the bathroom door you started talking

"Hey.... Travis...? Are you okay?"

Silence, you were met by silence and the low sound of shuffling and sniffing

"No... I'm not... P-please... Leave me alone!"

You were surprised, you tough he would have just told you to fuck off, that he was alright, seems like he really wasn't okay, you thought about leaving him like he asked to suffer alone, after all, why should you care? He hasn't been anything but mean with you since the first time you both met, but as much as you wanted to leave him you couldn't bring yourself to do so, so instead you took seat Infront of the door, your back facing it while your eyes locked with the sealing

"I'm here... If you need to talk... I'm here... To listen to you, so... You don't have to be the though guy around me..."

"W-why..? I have been nothing but mean to you... Why do you care? Just... Just laugh already...."

And for the rest of the hour you stayed at his side in silence, listening to him venting and crying about everything, his dad, his fear, his sins.... You decided that you wouldn't leave him alone...

[abstract-crossverse]

MADNESS COMBAT MASTERLIST

** - Platonic

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HANK

Hank showing his face to reader

Hank with a cat-like reader

Mag!Hank with a simp reader

That one character thinks the reader's d3ad but the reader's alive prompt, with Hank [fic, angst/comfort]

Mag!Hank having an episode and reader calming him down

Hank comforting the reader

"La Seine" [fic, fuff]

"Overworked" [fic, fluff]

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DEIMOS

Deimos with a super injured Reader

Deimos x Owl winged!reader

Deimos Snuggle headcanons

Deimos with a ticklish reader

Deimos with a stressed reader

Deimos x Sanford's sibling!reader

Big bro Deimos teasing Child!Reader **

"Big Bro" [Deimos x Child!Reader] **

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SANFORD

Sanford x bird winged!reader

Shy Sanford going to ask the reader out

"This Place About to Blow" [fic, angst]

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TRICKY

"Leaving wasnt a Good Idea" [MC2!Tricky x reader angst to fluff]

"Meeting a Clown" [MC2!Tricky x reader, fic, fluff sorta] **

Corrupted!Tricky x reader

Tricky x Optimistic!Witch!reader

Tricky comforting the reader from a nightmare

Tricky x Jester!cat!reader

Tricky x Chubby!reader

Tricky x Nervous!reader

Hellclown!Tricky x reader

Tricky x Bomb!reader

"Clown promise" (Tricky and Sibling!reader angst I made one night) **

Tricky x Male!Demon winged!reader

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AUDITOR

Auditor x reader [fic, fluff, pt.1]

Auditor x reader [hc, pt.2]

Auditor x Mag!reader

Auditor x Monster!reader

Surprise kisses headcanons

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SHERIFF

Sheriff nicknames Headcanons

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2BDAMNED

Auditor-possessed!2BDamned x reader [fic]

2BDamned x child!reader **

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Jebediah Christoff/Jebus

"Together at Last" [Jebus x Reader, fic, angst/fluff]

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PHOBOS

"Peanut Butter" [Phobos x Reader, fic, feat. Science trio]

"Daring" [angst/comfort fic?? Idk how to tag this one]

"Jelly?" [Part.2 of "Peanut Butter", fic, fluff, feat. Science Trio]

Phobos x Fem!Reader // [hc/fic, fluff]

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OTHERS

Mag Agent Torture x AAHW reader

Romps + Romp Star with the reader **

"A Torturous Confession" [Mag Agent Torture x reader]

"Well Deserved Rest" [White Hank x Reader, oneshot]

"Listener" [MAG Agent Torture x Reader, hc]

Hofnarr x Reader [hc]

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MISC.

Deimos and Sanford comforting the reader headcanons

Tricky and Hank(separate) adopt Teen!reader**

Main 3 + 2BDamned x a reader who has powers like Eleven(Stranger Things) **

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[nictofobia-phobos]

Hi! This is my first time doing an ask but I was wondering if you could do the voice in their head soulmate prompt for sal fisher with a reader that uses he/him? I hope you are having a good day! Thanks in advance.

Salutations dear anon!~

This was also my first request and I must say that I really enjoyed writing it! And that I hope you like the final result, and I also hope you're having a wonderful day!

➳ Written with love, Phobos~

The voice inside their heads

{Soulmate AU- Sal Fisher x male s/o}

Ever since he could remember there had always been a different voice in his mind taking the role of his consciousness, of his thoughts... It was kind of narrator...

When he was little he had once asked his mother about that peculiar voice in his head that used to resonate in his mind, he really believed that there was someone else in his head, however soon his mother explained to him that the voice he heard was that of someone who would be very special to him, the person with whom he would share the rest of his life...

As the years passed, the voice changed, it had gone from being that of a young boy to one of a young man, and for him it had become the most beautiful voice in the world, one that he would like to hear for the rest of his life... And although he wished he could meet that person... He did not look for it, what would he think of it if he saw it? He'd probably think he's a freak because of the mask, or at worst he'd be disgusted to see his disfigured face... And if that were the case he wouldn't really judge him... Even he could not bear to see that face reflected in his mirror... However, he could not help taking it as a comfort... Every time he felt sad, every time he felt a monster, every time he had a nightmare... That voice made him calm by addressing the sweetest words, he was aware that all those words were spoken by himself, but he liked to imagine that for a moment that voice was not only an occurrence of his mind, but actually his soul mate who was with him in that place, who hugged him and dried his tears...

And it wasn't until an outing with his friends, while they were returning from the wendigo lake, that it started raining, forcing them to run in search of somewhere to take shelter from the rain, that he ended up colliding with a young man with a gray umbrella falling both into the puddles that were just beginning to form, quickly he tried to stand up noticing that like the young man Infront of him who had taken less time to get back up was equally quite wet, realizing that his umbrella had flown, Sal quickly went to pick it up and brought it back with a small apology in the process.

— I'm sorry I bumped into you, I was in a hurry and didn't notice where I was going and... I think you dropped this —

The young man hearing his voice froze, it couldn't be him... Right? Due to the absence of an ansi and having his arm extended with the grey umbrella, Sal took a little step closer to at least be able to prevent the other guy from continuing getting wet, however he almost lost his grip on the the umbrella when he heard the voice of the young man in front of him.

— your voice... Could you talk again? No, I'm sorry... It's just that...—

He couldn't have found him, not in the rain, not in the middle of the street and definitely not in that situation, but then his voice was identical to the one in his head; he was feeling his heart beat against his ribs and nerves take hold of him, yet he tried to speak as calmly as possible but he couldn't find it in himself to finish his sentence.

— Y-your voice is the same as...—

—... The one in my head—

The young man with the grey umbrella smiled at that discovery felling a little more relaxed that he wasn't wrong, however the nerves of finally having met his soul mate were still present and with them appeared the question of why of the mask he wore, however he preferred to leave the latter aside and instead present himself however, it seemed that the boy with blue hair had had the same thought as he was the one who made the first move.

— M-my name is sal fisher, and yours is...?—

— I am (s/o)... It's a pleasure to finally meet you —