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abstract-crossverse · 2 years

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Could i request a continuation of your 'peanut butter' phobos x reader fic? Perhaps them going on that date? I really enjoyed that fic and the way you wrote all the characters 😊

Why thank you!! I really enjoyed writing that one!

Hee hoo I went a lil overboard I hope yall dont mind <3 THIS IS ALSO LONG AS HELL

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Jelly? // [Peanut Butter part.2 • Director Phobos x Reader, fic]

"What do you MEAN the Director asked you out??!-"

"be quiet, Crackpot, he could still hear us from the hall..!" Christoff hissed through gritted teeth, lightly slapping his backhand on Crackpot's arm

"I- uh-... I cant even- explain- he just-.. and I-" you sputtered, still processing the recent event, standing there awkwardly

Hofnarr stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder "[L/n], wh- what did he tell you?" His voice was lightly worried and horrified, with its usual nervous tone, you stared at him for a few moments while replaying those words in your head

'say... Would accompanying me to check out that new Bar & Bakery place be suitable?... Let's say.. this Friday at.. 10pm sounds fine?'

"he just-.. asked if accompanying him to that new Bar & Bakery by 10pm on Friday would be a - suitable punishment... said he'd.. pick me up by my dorm then-"

"holy shit, its really a date..."

"with him its really a punishment-" Crackpot jabbed his elbow on Christoff's arm, frowning under his mask

"what? Am I wrong?--" he was interrupted by the Tower guards walking back, talking without the usual accent for a moment before they cleared their throats and got back on their positions

You four kept quiet for a moment before you all began whispering

"we'll talk more about this over lunch, usual table?" You and Hofnarr nodded "you better know Im going as well."

"What-"

"Im hanging around for this, I wanna know how it ends..!"

Christoff groaned quietly, not having the patience to deal with arguing with Crackpot at the moment

"Fine.- Fine. but we wont wait for you if you're late to lunch." Crackpot nodded, finding it fair

"well, lets get cleaning before the Director comes back!" he rushed off to put away the bottles again, you three shared a look before getting to work as well, though you could only think of one thing while cleaning..

'what am I going to do now??'

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Later that day, you all finished packing the peanut butter bottles just in time for lunch. Walking all together in silence to the Cafeteria and dropping off the bags, you four went to sit at the circular table far off to the corner, the one Christoff, you, and Hofnarr would sit to discuss your plans without being heard by people a lot, you 3 would lower your voices and over the many conversations around the room, no one could listen to your plans, and if they did, they couldn't hear very well

As you four sat around each other, you looked nervous, bouncing your leg as the anxiety creeping in had you manually controlling your breathing, the other three just sat in silence looking at you, Christoff seemed to be lost in his thoughts, Hofnarr looked at you with worry and a bit of pity while Crackpot actually looked concerned for you, he's never seen you this nervous before

the silence was deafening and a bit awkward, you were starting to get lost in your own head as well, what if the Director was actually angry? what if he's fuming with anger?? what if he's trying to give you a false sense of security before he takes you to an Alleyway to kill you?? those thoughts swarmed your head quickly as tiny beads of sweat began to form on your forehead of how scared you were. it wasn't until Crackpot's voice snapped your attention back to reality

".... what day is it again?" he spoke, looking at you all with concern "it's Thursday..." Christoff said absent-mindedly, still lost in his own thoughts before realization hit him with a brick, eyes slightly widening as he gazed into nothingness with raised eyebrows

"holy shit it's tomorrow-"

"oh no, it's tomorrow..." you echoed, voice just a bit above a mumble as it wavered, okay yea, that only shot up your anxiety

Hofnarr put a hand on your arm "it'll be okay, [L/n]! Im sure he just- maybe doesn't want to bring a bodyguard this time?-..." you and Christoff stared at him as if he had three heads, Hofnarr held an awkward smile before it fell, taking his hand off your arm

"yyeahh I know that was stupid to say-- I have no idea of what to do either-" you four fell silent again, thinking of what to do

"hey... what if we stalk them from afar?" Crackpot raised the option, the three of you looked at him with a face of 'bro wtf no' "Dont look at me like that! I know it sounds weird, but hear me out! Let's do like those movies where the friends stalk a couple from afar to make sure the date goes well or something along those lines. So then we make sure the Director doesnt kill [L/n] and we still get to see what happens!"

You three fell silent, Christoff looking at Crackpot with a deadpan, before he actually began thinking about it "... Its not that bad of an idea-" you spoke, bringing their attention to you

".. it'd- make me feel a lot safer at least-..." Christoff hummed, he glanced at Hofnarr, Hofnarr nodded with a small smile "Alright then, we'll do that, but we'll need to disguise ourselves better than just fake mustaches, Crackpot, if you need to really wear a mask everywhere you go- at least dont wear the dissonance helmet there, it'll give you away, youre the only fool here that wears that thing everywhere."

Crackpot gasped dramatically, putting his hand to his chest "how dare you call me a fool!-" "boys please, dont bicker now! Not the time." Hofnarr interrupted Crackpot before he went on a tangent, Hofnarr looked at you with a smile

"dont worry, [L/n]! We'll be there for you!" You smiled, nodding, still not being able to shake off the anxiety from your chest, but youre so glad to have friends like them

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And so, the so waited time came, you tried finding something nice to put on or find a nice combo of clothing you had that looked nice, thankfully you did find the outfit you got on nice enough! Sometimes you made the occasional self-awareness of thinking you were putting an awful lot of effort into this, but you excused yourself with 'Phobos would probably want me to look nice for this- it's fine.'

As the time he said he'd come to pick you up came closer, the more nervous you got, sitting at the edge of your bed, leaning on your arms which were resting on your thighs, bouncing a leg again, you mentally prepared yourself until then

And as soon the clock hit 10 pm, there was a knock on your door, you immediately got up and opened your dorm door, and there he was, Phobos in all his glory as always. He wore a different coat than he usually used, this one was still the grey he always wore, having a few medals near a pocket on his left side of the suit, having more of a tail coat than on the back, kinda more rectangular and coming down mid-calf, usual black pants, dark grey shirt with white tie, black fingerless gloves, helmet, goggle and bandages on his face as always, as well as his red cape, though this one was a bit different than the one he always wore, being separated on the front with two golden Nexus Core buttons on the sides draped over his shoulders connected by a golden chain. Welp now you know he has more than one cape for occasions, Crackpot owes you 40 bucks

"Ah, there you are, [L/n]-... You.. look stunning…" he said a little strained, you looked down, bowing a little as you fiddled with your hands behind your back, were you hiding a bit of blush? Yeah, a little bit

"th- thank you, sir.-" "Phobos, you may call me by my name for tonight, as long as I may call you by your first name for tonight as well." He said, reaching a hand down for you to take, you hesitated a little before gently setting your own hand on his

".. sure, Phobos. Of course." You tensed slightly as he enveloped his hand around your own, almost making your hand disappear within his. He let out a pleased hum as he gently pulled you out of your room, you closed the door as you stepped out and locked it

"shall we get going then?" He asked, looking at you oddly softly, you almost thought this was an imposter, you gulped silently and nodded with a hum, he let go of your hand and offered a folded arm to you, you looped your arm around his, not that you could fully do that, as your hand rested just above his bicep

He chuckled "you look nervous, though I understand, it's not every day The Director asks one out." Aaand there it is, an opening to rub his own ego, yea this was your Director alright. He lead you among the halls of the dorms, you almost struggled to keep up with his long strides. Though your doubts were confirmed, this was indeed a date of sorts

"Why yes, Phobos, your- presence is quite nervewracking." You deadpanned internally, he laughed softly "I am quite aware, and it is what I strive to achieve in my employers... However, not tonight."

He spoke a bit more quietly on that last part, you wondered what exactly he meant by that, people walked on eggshells everywhere he went, he's a bit tricky to please

You hummed, falling silent as you really had nothing else to say, though you found yourself looking around when he wasn't looking, searching for any sign of your friends as you both headed your way. The silence was broken half your walking way to the bakery by Phobos

"Now that it came to mind, tell me [Y/n], what exactly gave you the idea to fill my office with Peanut Butter containers?" He asked calmly, even though your anxiety shot up again as the topic was brought up, your fears of him being overly angry at you for that coming back within seconds

"w-well I-.. I just-" you struggled to get your words out, stammering as you kept your eyes on the ground, afraid to look up at him, your hands lightly trembling

"I- just thought it'd be funny-..." You breathed out, your voice becoming quieter with every word, The Director gazed down at you, studying your behavior and movements, feeling your hand twitching and trembling on his arm, he simply hummed after a few moments of silence, looking back forward as you both walked

"... I need you to keep in mind I'm not angry at you for that, as I said, it was quite amusing to see." You blinked, stunned for a second as you finally looked up at his bigger form, he didn't move to look at you, though you didn't mind that, you just nodded "y-yes, si-- Phobos, my apologies-"

"do not apologize, you have no reason to, once more, your little stunt was amusing to me, I am not angry over it." He repeated as you finally saw the Bar & Bakery come into view, you just fell silent again, once you both entered, you could feel a few eyes on you both, a paranoic feeling that crept in your chest but you knew it was just people who noticed the Director coming in, especially all dressed up for the occasion

Phobos simply let you to one of the farthest tables in the corner, having you sit with your back to the corner and he sat in front of you, he explained briefly it was something about the privacy of his own face, these people did not need to see his mouth. You understood, though that could be avoided by going somewhere private- you were still glad to be somewhere public

You glanced around about what you could see of the place, having to double take when you saw three people covering their faces with the menu, the shortest one peeked out and discreetly waved at you, they had a weird clownish hairstyle though it was black instead of being colorful like you'd expect, contrasting with the light grey overalls and green sweater they wore, you recognized the face as Hofnarr, the two others peeked from their menus as well. the tallest one you recognized as Christoff- but with a full head of hair tied in a man bun probably a wig and shades on, wearing a black coat and pants with a dark grey shirt. While the other one was obviously Crackpot, he wore a jacket composed of shades of grey, a hood over what you could see to be ginger strands of hair, a white polo shirt with an orange overcoat, he wore green goggles, and a white face mask as well

You gave them a knowing look before shifting your attention quickly back to Phobos, who had a menu in his hands "this drink looks good, what do you think?" He turned the menu to you and pointed at a fancy-looking drink... Kir Royale? Of course, that'd catch his eye.

You took a moment to read the drink's description, nodding with a small amused grin "it looks quite nice, it suits you as well" you chuckled lightly

He let out an amused soft laugh, thankful he had his face covered by bandages "well then, I know what I'm ordering for the drink, would you like one of these as well?" He turned the menu back to him, browsing the food part of the menu "ah- no- Id- rather not have anything alcoholic for tonight-.."

Phobos nodded in understandment with a hum "understandable.. but what drink will you order?" He leaned against the table, it creaked slightly and dipped a bit on his side due to his size, he didn't seem to notice too much

You looked at your menu, humming in thought, this place has a lot of drinks you didn't really know about- though thankfully the bakery side of the menu had a few lighter options than the bar

"Uhm... Maybe this milkshake?" You mirrored what he did earlier, and pointed at the milkshake you wanted to show him. He looked at the description of the drink, just a milkshake of your favorite fruit, nothing too special, though it seems the Bakery did put effort into it’s decoration

Phobos nodded in approvement "It looks nice, it suits you too." His gaze trailed back to you, the same look he gave you back at his office yesterday, you couldn't help but feel a bit of heat rising to your cheeks and that odd feeling on your stomach, you leaned back into your seat as you looked back at the menu for the food

A while later, a trembling waiter came over to your table, questioning what your orders would be in stutters. After ordering, the waiter scrambled away

You both engaged in quite interesting topics on the meanwhile, talking about some work-related things, but as well things about life in general, Phobos seemed to make most of the questions about you, it was almost uncharacteristic of him not to be talking about himself like he always did

He looked interested too, genuinely, you had never seen him so interested like this aside from when you and your friends were reporting Progress on your more important projects. It gave you that odd fluttering feeling on your stomach again

Of course, he didn't waste opportunities to show off his own experiences and stroke his own ego, which you amusedly contributed, even if accidentally or on purpose

You both were so lost in your own bubble that you were almost startled when the waiter came back with your drinks and food, a brief thank you to the waiter as you both fell back into your conversation, the waiter was even surprised when Phobos thanked them as well before skittering off when Phobos made a dismissive motion with his hand

You were actually loosening up, forgetting about that creeping anxiety you had before about the date, it felt like talking to a friend you hadn't seen in years, you listened with interest to the stories Phobos had to tell you about his own life before becoming a director, of course, there were things he didn't elaborate on, and as much as you curiosity tried to pry you to ask about it, you didn't, though keeping a mental note about them, you didn't want to anger him about something that could've been something private of his

While he told you the story of how he got one of his metals, he gestured with his hands a little too strongly and knocked his partially eaten pastry on himself, you gasped lightly and quickly covered your own mouth as he quickly stumbled to take the treat and put it back on his plate, he sat the stiffly, his fingers lightly gripping the edge of the table, a silence dragging between you both at you stared at each other

You tried to keep your snickers from being heard, though you failed miserably, a smile tugging at your lips under your hands as you snickered, which turned into tiny giggle fits, you felt Phobos lightly glaring at you

“Don't laugh at me.” he said, struggling to keep serious as you could hear a smile in his tone, which only made you wheeze as you tried to keep your laugh quiet, eventually you heard small chuckles coming from the Director himself, leading you both into fits of laughs you both tried your best to keep quiet about. Phobos softly gazed at you again, as he leaned on the table for support, a hand on his head to support it as he laughed, you still had your eyes closed and a hand covering your mouth as you laughed

He had no idea how you had such an effect on him, your laugh always felt so contagious, he couldn't help but laugh along with you when you fell into giggles, back at the Tower, your laugh always made him look your way, made a smile tug at his lips as he heard your voice, sometimes finding himself staring at one of the cameras of the tower he could see you in, or how he'd catch himself daydreaming about you when he had paperwork to finish. You made him feel things he couldn't even tell what they were when they first started, you were never that intimidated by him like most of the scientists and agents were when first hired, even going as far as ask how his day had been going if you happened to bump into each other and go the same direction for a while

No one had really done that for a really, really long time, it was… heartwarming? Was that the word again? Took him a while to realize what he was feeling, and an even longer while to muster up the courage to ask you out, it frustrated him how he found himself weak at the knees when he wanted to simply ask you if you could have coffee with him later, the side that strived for Godhood yelling in his mind about how he would almost lower himself to you anytime you were around, it was almost infuriating how someone like you could have such overwhelming effects on him-

He snapped out of his daze when he catches you moving to hand him a napkin, cheeks pink from laughing… why- oh yeah- the slice of cake that had fallen earlier, he took the napkin from you and took a moment to clean whatever residue of the pastry on his pants. You sighed, breathless from your giggles, you spoke

“Im- so sorry, sir-”

“Hm? Sorry for what?” he looked back up at you as he folded the dirty napkin and placed it beside his plate

“For- laughing earlier, I just- couldn't help myself-!”

“Don't apologize, I admit, it was quite funny. I was caught off guard by the flying cake slice- and what did I tell you about calling me ‘sir’ tonight?” you giggled again and mumbled an apology as you took another bite from your jelly-filled pastry, a smile tugging at his exposed mouth as he finished his own as well, taking a few sips of his drink

You looked out the window as you finished your milkshake, it was pretty dark outside, you wondered how long you'd been there… “hey Phobos?” he hummed, looking back at you “do you have the time?”

He grinned “why yes, I have all the time in the world for you~”

Awkward silence, he was still grinning, though you could slightly see the bit of his uncovered face turning red by the second, you couldn't help but blush either, trying not to grin at the flirt

“I- meant the-”

“I~ know-” he quickly interrupted, pulling a sleeve to look at the watch on his wrist, the red from his cheeks beginning to disappear as he realized what time it was “Oh dear- it's almost 12:30.” You flinched at his words “12:30 already?? Oh fuck-” you quickly finished your pastry as Phobos took the last few sips of his drink and wrapped his bandages back over his face, getting the same idea you had. You got up from your seat and adjusted your clothes, he soon got up after you and adjusted his cape, he glanced at you, double-taking as he saw a bit of jelly on the corner of your lips, he quickly took another napkin “wait-..”

You barely had time to react before he bent a bit to your height and held your face with one hand and wiped off the jelly with the napkin with the other, your cheeks flushed again with how close he was, though it was short-lived as he crumpled the dirty napkin in his hand and threw it on the plates at your table, he offered his arm to you again, which you took after a moment of being stunned, confused on what happened just then but quickly pushed it aside. The Bakery part of the place was mainly empty, some of the patrons going over to the bar side or had gone home already

As you both walked to the cashier, you caught a glance of that table with your friends, double-taking, you completely forgot they were there- Christoff glanced at you from looking at the TV, the other two looking at the TV as well so the Director wouldn't see their faces, you gave him a knowing look as you and Phobos headed out

Phobos looked happy, you looked up at him as you both walked the empty sidewalk, he glanced down at you once he felt you looking at him, you shot him a small smile before turning your attention back to where you were going

The walk back to the Tower was quite silent, a peaceful kind of silence as you both just enjoyed the night breeze hitting your skin

Soon you were back at the Dorms, the Director escorted you back to your room, once you were in front of the door, you turned to him

“.. Tonight was great.” you smiled up at him “it- really was.. You're great company.” he said softly, you chuckled “thank you, you're a great company as well… thank you for tonight, Phobos, this ‘punishment’ was the best I've ever received.” you air quoted the punishment part with a grin, he let out a softly laugh

“It wasn't much of a punishment, now was it? Oh well, it is what it is.” he simply shrugged, leaving you to giggle some more

“Goodnight, Phobos.” you opened the door to your room and stepped in, when you were about to close the door, Phobos spoke

“Wait!-” ahem “you- would you like to- walk with me at the park one of these days? Maybe- grab some coffee as well?” he held his hands behind his back, hiding the anxious fiddling he was doing with his hands, you looked up at him, smiling softly as pink dusted your cheeks again

“I'd love to.” He seemed to brighten at your words, a smile being heard in his voice “.. okay, cool- Good- Goodnight, Dr. [L/n]--”

You laughed “what happened to the whole first name thing for tonight?”

“Ah- right. My apologies, Goodnight, [Y/n].” he began to walk away from your room “Goodnight!” you said between chuckles, closing your door behind you. You kicked off your shoes and sat at the foot of your bed, contemplating what just happened, soon there was a rhythmically knock on your door

“Its.. open…” you said, Christoff opened the door, pushing Hofnarr and Crackpot in as he closed the door behind him after he walked in

“What. the fuck. Was that???” Crackpot said, all three of them looking at you in pure shock

“YOU THINK I KNOW???” you yelled, yanking a pillow to you and slamming it on your face as you fell back into your bed

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Phobos entered his quarters, turning on the light and closing the door behind him, unclipping the golden chain from one of his cape’s buttons and hanging it on the coat hanger beside the door while unwrapping the bandages around his mouth and taking off his helmet, he walked over to his large bed, turning around and throwing himself on his bed, he let out a dreamy sigh, one hand gripping his chest

He chuckled, almost in disbelief, you accepted going out with him again??

He smiled and sighed again..

“... dear gods.. You really are something, aren't you, [Y/n]?” he closed his eye, thinking back on the date... Until his poor attempt to flirt came back to his mind, he grimaced, letting out a groan as he grabbed a pillow, stuffing it on his face over and over again

“Stupid, stupid, stupid… that was horrendous…”

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creatorthegod · 11 months

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Yandere Madness combat x Tricky! Reader

Hello everyone I have a poll up to decide what character to wright for and I just wanted to do Tricky, but don't worry the winner of the poll will still get a story and some stories have have multiple parts, also is you chose a character for the poll and did no win don't worry I will do other stories with the characters.

Below here has some smut in it

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Everyday was the same go to work,get some of the project done, get called to the director's office, stay there for the rest of the day, go home and if it was friday watch Slaughter Time. I enter the large building grunts greeting me as I walk by, as I enter the lab I notice that Christoff what not here yet, I only manage to sit down for a few seconds before a grunt tells me the the director needs me, I stand up and start walking, each step making me more nervous than before until I was at the office door, I take a deep breath before pushing open the door. Inside sitting at the chair was Phobos and in front of him was his desk "Y-you wanted t-to see me s-sir" I stuttered out, I could feel the sweat coming down on my face, "Yes Dr. (y/n) why don't you have a seat" his voice had a slight teasing tone, as I look around I find no chair "u-um sir w-where should I sit" I ask him and I could see a smirk growing on his face as pats his leg, a slight blush appears on my face"A-are you sure s-sir I am a bit on the...heavier side" I look down at my body, I was a little bit overweight but Christoff said he loved that about me, a growl cuts off my thoughts as I looked back at Phobos, I let out a small meep before hurriedly going over to his side, sitting on his legs and lap, he then pulled me in so my head was on his chest, I could feel the heat on my face as he continued to work all while grabbing at my fat and petting my hair.

time skip

My face was burning red, I was faced away from Phobos, his cock inside me it seemed he just wanted me to sit there and be quiet, I let out a few whimpers as his cock rubbed against my g-spot, "s-sir" I say as a tiny wimper, he then hums in acknowledgment his hands still holding on my body "I-i should go and make sure C-Christoff is doing good on the p-project" Phobos grip then tightened as he then thrusts up, I let out a moan as I feel the stimulation "Don't speak of him in my presents" Phobos growls as he continues to thrust until I was bent over and he was standing behind me, he continued and I felt my breathing become erratic and I came on Phobos and soon he came in me "If I put little godlings in you, you will finally realize who you belong to" my face was as red as it could be, he pulls out and I put my clothing back on "W-well I will see you tomorrow s-sir" I say walking out of the room, I slightly rub my ass as I walk back to the lab I then notice the clock 'Is it really time to leave" I say to myself as I walk in to pick up my things, I spot Christoff as he walks up to me "Where were you" he asks " Oh the director wanted to see me" "for the whole day?" "I guess so" I reply grabbing my things before heading out with him, he then notices the rubbing " Are you ok?" he asks with concern "Oh yes I just fell and It hurts a little" "oh well then would you like me to walk you home " I nod my head as we continued walking chatting about different things, at least today is friday.

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cereswritingpoint · 1 year

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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

#madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom #hank j wimbleton x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader #2bdamned x reader

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askmadcomcrew · 1 year

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okay so also…. another stuck in the b o x moment

jeb tricky and instead CRACKPOT and maybe phobos too but im going for the science team mainly.

same rules as last time, you cant escape or kill eachother. added rule that you cannot off yourself to get out of it. thank hank for that rule existing.

Jeb: I have absolutely no desire to speak to that sycophantic narcissist. Hofnarr would be...Difficult, to say the least. I'm not sure if there's anything that I could say that would register with him.

Tricky: FIRST, I'D LAUGH AT CHRISTOFF FOR GETTING HIS JOB TAKEN BY DR. CRACKPOT OF ALL PEOPLE, THEN I'D LAUGH AT CRACKPOT FOR GETTING SQUASHED BY GESTALT LIKE AN IDIOT!!! WHO KNEW NEXUS SCIENTISTS COULD BE SO STUPID!?!??!?!

Crackpot: Obviously that ego-centrist Christoff wouldn't listen to a word I have to say. Perhaps me and the Clown could come to common ground. We are both zombies after all. It's a start.

#dr. christoff #tricky the clown #dr. crackpot #asks #questions

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2bhankfan · 1 year

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sorry to christoff x hofnarr nation i never cared about them but i can sympathize with the mental anguish

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glfry · 3 years

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No I will not explain myself.

#christnarr is canon and there is nothing you can do about it.#madness combat #madness project nexus #mpn #madness project nexus classic #dr christoff #dr jebediah Christoff #Jebus #tricky #christnarr #Jebus x tricky #christoff x Hofnarr #dr hofnarr

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thatonerandomfan4 · 3 years

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This Drawing Is Based On A Headcanon By @cheyningdiamond

I Hope This Looks Ok.

[Extra Stuff Under The Cut]

Flat Color

Background

Hofnarr And Christoff

Computer

Sketch

#madness combat #madness combat fanart #madness combat christoff #madness combat hofnarr #mc fanart #mc christoff #mc hofnarr #jebediah christoff #dr christoff #christoff #dr hofnarr #hofnarr #christoff x hofnarr #hofnarr x christoff #christnarr #art #my art #fanart

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stellabat · 3 years

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what if madness combat hanaki disease au 👀👀

#i am going to cause problems on purpose #madness combat #hanaki disease #sanford x deimos #tricky x jeb #christoff x hofnarr #jebus x hofnarr #jebus x tricky #ignore the fact that i’m too soft to write angst

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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DUDE!! Bro self aware au with Christoff!!! He remembers you being there, witnessing his victory over Phobos, but then after that never felt you again. Maybe he has memory’s of the first game that you played?? Imagine his surprise when after 30 (i think?) years and he feels you with Hank? Also maybe when you fought alongside Hofnarr in the first game (idk if you could switch between them) so Hofnarr has felt you before and enjoyed your presence. Tricky doesn’t want it to leave tho, he wants to be used as well. Idk my mind’d giving me all these ideas

I meant to finish this yesterday but there was so much I wanted to add here (I could genuinely rant about Jeb for this au all day I swear). For anyone who hasn’t played the classic game, Subject 1v02P_6 refers to the original player character from Arena Mode (it’s just their default name). This is also very Jebus-centric cause it takes place in the flashback scenes and the second chapter of the classic game, so the next part will have a lot more Tricky to compensate. :D

[Part 1] The Player's First Meetings ft. Jebus & Hofnarr (+ Phobos)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of Violence, Unwanted Worship from Phobos)

Jebus had first “met” you when he was still widely known as Dr. Christoff. He had just stepped into a hallway after being informed that Phobos wanted to see him, already trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever the Director would throw at him that time. (Dealing with Crackpot was bad enough, but Phobos’ ego was an even worse obstacle to overcome.)

He was ripped from his internal musings when a deep warmth sprouted from his chest, making him pause mid-step. It was unlike something he’d ever felt before, almost comforting as it spread through his form. He felt revitalized, no longer bogged down by the persisting exhaustion he had these past months. It was definitely suspicious, especially since it came out of nowhere.

At first he wondered if this was some sort of side-effect of his work (perhaps being in close proximity to the dissonance energy when assisting Hofnarr with the Divergence project?). But this was ruled out when the force that enveloped him nudged him to move.

Perhaps out of pure curiosity (or because the comfort you gave him didn’t make him want to resist) he surrendered to the instructions of this being. Weirdly enough, it seemed to want to take him to his intended destination anyways, navigating the Science Tower with ease. So you were intelligent.

His second theory was that you were a S-3LF, but that wouldn’t make any sense. As far as he knew, the Enmeshment program could only use S-3LFs to fill shells or provide additional experience through the memories said S-3LF had. But he had no signs of this, he still felt like himself. Just slightly disconnected, in a way.

He knew that he had encountered this presence before, but it was never this strong. That’s when the realization struck him.

Didn’t the original S-3LF, Subject 1v02P_6, report a warm feeling and a helpful being that assisted them in their training? They swore that it was the cause for their effectiveness in combat, but no one really believed them. (An otherworldly force doing that was unheard of, it couldn’t be true. Surely the Employers would’ve taken an interest in it otherwise. If only he knew.)

It was written off at the time as a side effect of the Enmeshment, but no one could really explain the weird feeling they got around them. Jebus himself had experienced it when briefly passing by them as they were sent to the testing room. Upon asking during a brief moment they were together in the same room, they answered that they called them the “Player”, someone who helped. But there wasn’t any time for them to elaborate on it, as they were soon escorted back to the test chamber to endure more waves of combat.

The individual who acted as the real basis for the entirety of Project Nexus had experienced this. Someone who was cited as perhaps the most successful, if not most powerful, of subjects who participated in the Nexus’ endeavors. If you could influence S-3LFs, you were probably the reason for their accomplishments. But why had you shown up now?

The longer he spent with you as you sent him through the tower, the more questions he formed. It’s obvious that you weren’t malicious-you had a lot of opportunities to wreak some havoc in the facility, but took none of them. You just assisted him with his current goal, which led to another thought. Would you help him deal with Phobos?

You were obviously powerful, and your work with 1v02P_6 showed that you definitely had some strategic knowledge. (You had directly contributed to them tearing through hundreds of waves of grunts after all.) He was sure that getting rid of the Director would be far easier with you by his side.

Jebus is a man of science, but he knows there’s something to be said about instinct. He tries to find a fault in your actions, but he can’t really doubt you. He doesn’t know very much about you as a whole, but his gut tells him that you’re trustworthy. That and your past work was enough for him. (It also helped that your presence felt so good. He hated to admit it, but he almost dreaded the moment you’d leave. Hopefully you’d be with him for a while.)

As he glanced down at the faint strings that tugged at his fingertips, he was filled with a strong resolve. The end of Phobos and Project Nexus was getting closer every second. It was up to you both to save Nevada, if no one else would.

(During that meeting with Phobos, he seemed a little more enraged than Jebus originally expected. Was his ego so fragile that being called out over Project Gestalt was all it took to get him so upset? Not that Phobos’ problems really mattered to him. Though, he was rather pleased when you directed him to punch Crackpot after he called him a coward. Seems you cared for him more than he thought.)

Hofnarr had first really heard about you from Christoff. It wasn’t hard to notice the different way he carried himself when he walked up to him after that meeting with Phobos. His posture lacked the tired slump that he’d come to associate with him, and any sign of tiredness was gone. Even the dark circles under his eyes were missing. That and the fact that he was exuding some sort of weird warmth. He was only gone for half an hour, what happened?

After Hofnarr was informed that it was time to set their plan to get rid of Phobos in motion, they discussed this new change his friend had undergone. Apparently that weird side effect from a few years back, with the first Enmeshment subject, wasn’t actually just a rare byproduct of a S-3LF being shoved into a clone. It was a being. Someone who made the conscious decision to involve themselves in their “vessel’s” life. According to Christoff, you’d be there to help them reach their goals. (Hofnarr found it odd that he spoke so fondly of you. It was like he thought of you as a close friend despite only knowing you for a short amount of time.)

Although, he did have to admit that your presence was a breath of fresh air. The labs in the Science Tower were always unsafe, and he always felt like he was walking on eggshells whenever he worked (maybe because Phobos was so volatile and the experiments were so inhumane). When he was around your vessel, he actually felt safe; your presence was cozy like an electric blanket. He wondered if this is what gave Subject 1v02P_6 the confidence to dive headfirst into wave after wave of enemies. It certainly boosted his mood to have you around.

(You thought their conversation about you was another interesting fourth wall break. Guess Sanford and Deimos weren’t the only ones who they wrote this in for. It was interesting how they brought your old character into it, you were so happy when you finally got them to level 100. Truly a proud parent moment.)

Much to Jebus’ disappointment, your presence faded soon after that conversation. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t help but question why you left. Did you find his plan too outlandish to work? He'd be happy to make any changes you thought were necessary. You were far superior to most grunts in intellect, after all. Perhaps you saw something he didn't?

(You had actually been taken out of the flashback sequence to return to the present timeline of your game. But he didn't know that, of course.)

He muddled over it the entire time you were gone, scrutinizing every detail of your encounter to find some evidence of your potential disapproval. He even started drafting new, perhaps more complex plans; ones that he hoped you would approve of. Maybe this was just your way of seeing if he was truly worthy of your help?

Hofnarr grew concerned at his friend's uncharacteristic restlessness. He had gone from probably the most relaxed he'd been in years to an agitated frenzy, muttering under his breath and going through sheets of paper as he hurriedly wrote sentence after sentence. (What he was writing, Hofnarr didn't know. His handwriting had never been so rushed and incomprehensible, seemed whatever problem he had was really affecting him.)

One thing Jebus did know is that your absence felt extremely unsettling. He had only spent a short amount of time with you but it was enough to get used to the comforting sensation you provided, and the fuzzy warmth that overtook his mind when you controlled his every move. Being left on his own after that was near torture; a part of him even wondered if this was a sort of divine punishment for the horrible acts he'd done for the sake of scientific progress.

However, it seemed like he didn't have to worry about it, for you returned a little bit later (after a few agonizing days). He had gone out into Nexus City with the intention of putting his original plan in motion. It was slightly rushed he had to admit, but it would be a good first effort to resist the Nexus and get you back.

Sheriff and Hofnarr were a bit shocked by his insistence at doing the plan sooner than expected, but they understood that Phobos had to be stopped. (If the shifting of the plan had anything to do with the discomfort of your absence, he didn’t speak of it. It was none of their business anyway.)

A small smile appeared on his face when he felt your presence returning, your strings flickering into existence and attaching themselves to his limbs. It seems he had your approval. Good.

However, this time it seemed like you wanted to express it a little more literally. He was taken aback when he heard a voice.

"Hey Jeb, good to be back with you again...Yeah, it's definitely been a while, hasn't it? Now, it's time to commence operation "Eradicate Phobos". Huh, I should rename the stream that. What do you think, chat?"

He genuinely appreciated your words, your clear support of him removed the weight on his shoulders. He even found himself chuckling at what you said. (As it happened, he also thought the cadence of your voice was very pleasant. He certainly wouldn't mind hearing you speak more. Especially if it was more praise for him.)

From then on, you were a constant figure, always there to lead him and provide your help. Your expertise made it painfully simple to sneak into the Deep Storage Access; the threat of security details and other scientists finding him was no match for your ingenuity as you steered him through the facility. He was actually quite impressed, but you had even more in store for him once he released the Zeds.

He was fully prepared for having to fight them on his own, but you were quick to take over yet again, nudging him to aim and fire at the enemies who targeted him. Jebus was a pretty good shot, but he'd never seen accuracy like yours before. (Even better was the fact that you spared the scientists who didn't show any hostility. The fact that you valued innocent life only made him grow fonder of you.)

For once, he truly recognized where the ability Subject 1v02P_6 possessed came from. The comfort of your presence matched with the care you showed him as you had him dodge and mow down hostiles made for an exhilarating experience. Even better were your constant comments of encouragement ("Yes! Smite them, the cretins!" "Damn, Jeb, we're unstoppable. Phobos better watch his back, huh?").

He started putting in additional work, perhaps with a bit of added flair, to really impress you. (Was it really a bad thing if he wanted you to know that your decision to help him was completely justified? Although perhaps a part of him wanted you to acknowledge that he was far more capable than anyone else in Nevada. Maybe then you wouldn't leave again.)

He and Hofnarr grew to adore you and everything you provided them with. While you never controlled the latter directly (something he was sorely disappointed at), simply feeling your warmth as you used Jeb as a vessel was enough. In the chaos they went through, you were always there to guide and comfort them. While they were in a lot of danger, going against the Nexus Core and all, they couldn't help but feel safe when you were there. After all, you always did your best to protect them, and your worried remarks showed that you felt the same way for them.

"Oh my go-Hofnarr no! Jeb, get their asses!" "Nonono, I won't let you die, not happening." "...Ah-ha! Good, there's a medkit, gotta make sure my favorite science boys are okay."

(Hofnarr turned bright red at that one, and Jeb stifled a cough with his hand to hide how flustered he was. Your favorites, huh?)

Hofnarr bid you and his friend good luck for the final time as they reached the Science Tower, slightly downtrodden that he'd have to leave your side so quickly. (He even said goodbye to you, much to your surprise. They really went heavy on the fourth wall breaks, didn't they? But you were sure to return the favor, along with your chat of course.)

However, neither he nor Jeb were particularly worried about what awaited him there. How could they be, when they had someone like you on their side?

In a morbid way, Jebus actually enjoyed fighting his way up the tower. There was something so fulfilling about working with you, perhaps it was the reassuring nature you had as you gave him the energy to press on (or maybe it was the longing for your further compliments that made him so eager to continue).

It all came to a head when he entered one of the upper chambers where Phobos happened to be. Immediately the Director turned to face him, immediately drawing his sword and pointing it at him.

"It's certainly bold of you to show your face again, Christoff. Especially after tricking them," he spat, "Yes, that's right. I know all about what you did to the Player. How dare you meddle with the affairs of a God!"

Now this caused Jebus to raise a brow. He'd never heard the Director speak with such open disdain before, but that could be excused. It was his mention of you that gave him some pause. How the hell did Phobos know about you? The Player was never mentioned in any reports. Was he the one responsible for the restriction of Subject 1v02P_6's files and the lack of talk about their so-called "side effects"?

Either way, it made him indignant. You were so kind and benevolent, the exact opposite of Phobos. You didn't deserve to have your title besmirched by the megalomaniac who stood in front of him.

"I wouldn't speak of them again, Phobos. They made their decision to join the side of Nevada against your tyranny. You're simply too foolish to understand that."

He did feel very a bit prideful that he had your support instead of the Director. If you were really a God, or something similar, this was a sign that he was definitely doing the right thing. Phobos may've had the Auditor, but he's willing to bet that you could defeat them together.

(You had been watching the interaction with rapt attention. It didn't surprise you that Phobos broke the fourth wall again, given his little insults to you whenever you paused. But it was a very odd thing to have him try to stand up for you after that. According to chat, this didn't happen when they played it. Maybe they updated it again and you just didn't catch the news?)

Phobos was about to start another tangent, but before he could, you nudged Jeb to take aim and fire at him. "I'm honestly kind of sick of hearing Phobos talk. Where was this attitude in the pause screen, you scrub?"

The Director paled. The Player was the only person who could've known about that, and it's not like Jeb would ever fake a voice to piss him off. It must've been his God who said that. A cold feeling of mortification overtook his senses. Oh no.

(Jeb actually laughed aloud at your comment (and at the small noise of pain and look of hurt Phobos made.) You were always a complete joy to be with.)

Fighting the Director that first time was easy, partly because the man was very conflicted over what had just happened. Eventually he just decided to turn tail and leave, shoulders slumping further as he heard you call out from behind him. "Who's the coward now, Phobos?!"

(He was hoping the little taunts would get you to notice him, but he didn't predict that you'd actually take them so seriously. Maybe he should start working on an apology? He doesn't know what to do without your approval. He felt almost nauseous as embarrassment ate away at him, thoughts running wild on how he should make this up to you. First, he had to deal with Christoff, of course, but after that, you'd be all alone together. The perfect opportunity for him to clear up any misdeeds he made.)

Meanwhile, you and Jebus fought through more waves of enemies, finally coming up on one of the sources of the Nexus' power. Your vessel smiled as he plucked the Halo from its pedestal, the excited cheers from you lightening his mood as power coursed through his veins. Finally, redemption.

Defeating the grunts who got in his way was easy before because he had your help, but it didn't truly hold a candle to what you both could do with the Keystone Fragment. Not gonna lie, your excitement at the Nexus Bolts was very kind of adorable to him. (If he pushed the Halo to its limit to make as many as possible just for your amusement, he's sure it could take it. There were few who knew the artifact as well as he did, after all.)

This time, when Jebus managed to gain access to Phobos' office in the Solarium, he was greeted by the sight of the Director's back as he stared out the window. He drew his gun and took a cautious step towards him. It wasn't unlike Phobos to make traps instead of fighting himself.

"...I am truly sorry for the comments I've made towards you. Had I known that they would come off that way, I wouldn't have said them. I understand how far your power extends." He turned to Christoff, who made a noise of disgust. Where was he going with this?

"For all the time that I've ruled over the Nexus Core and this city, all the progress I've made has been for you. I'd have hoped that this would be enough to prove my devotion, but I understand. I would also require my best subject to prove their loyalty," he chuckled fondly. "You and I are the same after all, my Player."

Truly the ravings of a lunatic, Jebus thought to himself. As if you would be swayed by him of all people. (Although your silence at his words did concern him. Perhaps you found them unsettling, he certainly would be weirded out to have someone like Phobos admire him. He'd put an end to it. The last thing he'd want was for someone he genuinely cared about to be uncomfortable.)

Having grown agitated by the Directors nonsense, he gathered a ball of dissonant energy in his palm. In a simple motion, he then extended his arm, firing the bolt right into Phobos' torso. The tall grunt gasped in pain before whipping around, pulling out the Binary sword and rushing head on to meet the Savior.

The Nexus grunts who entered the room (no doubt curious about why the Director suddenly decided to abandon the plan of ambushing the scientist) were shocked to find their boss already fighting, swinging his blade relentlessly at their enemy as the other grunt dodged and fired back.

A few agents just straight up left (they weren't getting paid enough to get involved in whatever that was). Those who remained and tried to intervene were either blown away by Jebus or sliced to pieces by their own Director (who ordered the rest to stand aside). "This is my test!" He growled, "Stay out of it, worms!"

After a long fight (you didn't remember the last level being this taxing), you'd managed to chip Phobos' health down to a sliver. Jebus looked down at the fallen Director with a sneer, who glared defiantly back at him. "They'll punish you for this. Acolytes shouldn't be killed, you know."

Christoff scoffed. Even as blood began to leak from the bandages over his mouth, Phobos still found the need to grandstand. He felt you nudge him to pull out his gun, something he was all too happy to do. Pointing the barrel down at the menace, he gave a final farewell. "We'll see about that. Goodnight, Phobos." A single gunshot rang out. Good riddance.

(You could only look down at the screen with complete shock as the epilogue played. All that talk about the player was...unexpected. You turned to your camera, confusion swirling in your eyes. "So...did anyone else get that ending?")

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distressedwalnut · 3 years

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Hi sorry do you think you can do some hoffnar or jebidiah x reader stuff? Nothing to special maybe some kiss kiss here and there, maybe some snuggles. its fine if you cant or if you have to many requests as is 😊

Why not both I love both these men so of course I'll draw them lmao!

#art #my art #request #ask #madness combat #madness combat art #madness combat x reader #madness combat hofnarr #madness combat christoff #madcom x reader #dr hofnarr #dr christoff

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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Jebus, Sheriff, Auditor, Tricky - S/O gets knocked up

CW: Pregnancy

Reader is AFAB but this is gender neutral.

Jebus

-The moment something is even a little off he can sense it, it’s something to do with the halo. He constantly questions you. “Are you feeling alright my angel? Are you sure? My darling I hope you know you can tell me anything.”

-Get used to being bugged because he’s not gonna stop nitpicking until his mind is soothed. He’ll pick up on it the moment you miss your monthly cycle, and he’ll search for a few tests for you.

-The moment you show him a positive he just starts hysterically crying, holding you tightly against his form and praising the heavens for this divine blessing. Nevada’s saviour just got another reason to purify the world, another reason to keep fighting.

-He is going to become an absolute helicopter over you, turning himself into a bullet sponge if he needs to, keeping you out of harms way as best as he can. Settling down isn’t really easy in Nevada but whenever he feels like a place is safe enough to leave you, he’s scoping out areas that would be private and perfect for his unborn babe to grow up in.

-Nevada isn’t really a place for children, so getting supplies for them is an absolute pain, so he resorts to just hand making things. His downtime is spent with you in his lap, one hand protectively over your stomach, the other idly knitting a blanket with levitating needles.

-He nearly bursts when he feels the scrappy babe kick, constantly praising both you and the child. “Oh, this is.. Truly something else, my angel. With a parent like you, this one is going to change Nevada.. No- the world.”

-Once a safe enough house is established, he insists on building the crib by hand, carving intricate crosses and wings into the frame.

-Jeb absolutely worships you and will answer your every beck and call, if you need extra pillows, he’s on it in an instant. Absolutely nothing but the best for his partner. Saw a cockroach? He’s on his way to destroy this foul beast for scaring his darling.

-The moment your water breaks he’s ready, he’s been feverishly devouring knowledge from any source he can on delivery. It’s just the two of you, he doesn’t trust anyone else to help. He’s with you ever step of the way, telling you when to push, reminding you to breathe, and when the pain gets too much, he relents, pulling off his halo and placing it over your head. Even with the halo giving you power, it’s an exhausting effort.

-“Come now my angel, bring forth the physical embodiment of our love, the next saviour of Nevada,” And it’s over, Jebediah cradles his newborn son, carefully towelling him off and bringing him to meet his other parent. “Look my angel, he’s got your eyes.”

Sheriff

-Let’s not kid ourselves, if this is gonna happen, it’s 100% gonna be on accident and Sheriff is gonna be floored. “Wh’d'j'mean you’re pregnant? How?!” He’s a little dense on how this works, but he’s a man that can roll with the punches.

-“So my sweet lil pie is gonna give me a new deputy eh? I wonder how small a cowboy hat I can get the boys to find.” Yes he is genuinely going to send them out to find one, he is completely serious about this. “When d'ya think they can hold a gun? I wanna train em early.” “Honey, no-”

-He starts getting a bit distant randomly, nervous in your presence, wringing his hands, tugging at his gloves, fiddling with his hat. Worry starts to creep into your mind, is he thinking of running out on you? Surely he wouldn’t, right? … Right?

-One day he cracks, gets all red and flustered and caves, dropping to one knee. “Look sweet cheeks, we gon’ do this thing, we gon’ do it right. Marry me.” Deep down he’s a romantic, likes things done in the old traditional way, that includes getting knocked up means getting hitched.

-It’s a quiet ceremony, only a couple of people are invited, while he’d love to throw a big old wedding with all the bells and whistles, he’s a marked man and that kind of attention would bring his enemies down on him fast. But don’t think for a second he isn’t going to flaunt his new spouse around town. “Ain’t they the sweetest thing out here? I’m a lucky man, that’s for sure,”

-Once again calling on his boys to find stuff for him, bribing em with a bonus if they find real quality stuff. It’s good to be in power, people eager to please to climb the ranks.

-The baby’s room is going to be horse themed, Sheriff loves horses, and his child is going to. They do not have a choice. Horse blankets, horse plushies, horse themed clothes.

-He’s gonna get the best doctor out when his young ‘un is ready to come into the world, a couple midwives on standby to help during the process as well. He cries like a bitch when he gives you his hand to hold, you crush it like its nothing in the throes of pain. A little hand breaking is nothing compared to what you’re dealing with anyway.

-“It’s a girl, a healthy little girl,” “Y'hear that darlin?! A girl!” He silently pleads that you let go of his hand. You don’t relent until you’re handed your new baby, swaddled in a horse blanket.

Auditor

-He’s another one who’s going to preplan this, being careful until both of you are completely sure this is something you can both handle. A baby future employer is a lot more work than a simple grunt. Audi tries to carefully explain that it’s likely his little flame will prefer him and the other employers.

-It’s instantaneous when it happens, he can sense it, and you can feel the heat radiating from the brewing little life form. His ghostly hands trace your stomach and he smiles. “This one is going to be powerful, whatever pathetic remnants of the rebellion that remain when they are of age will easily be stamped out under their foot.”

-Audi is ever so prideful that his favourite grunt is instantly given respect now, agents offering you their seats wherever they can, bowing their heads to you, of course those lesser beings should feel lower than you, you’re blessed with the Auditor’s offspring. You’re not some common lowlife filth, of course you’re to be waited on.

-Duty does call, he’s a busy man with a lot on his plate, but servitude to you comes first and foremost. You can get away with a lot of shit during this time, sitting on his lap during important meetings with his fellow Employers, interrupting at your every whim and he’ll submit to you, wholly devoted. The others find your grip on him slightly disturbing.

-When he personally cannot be with you, you are escorted by at least one MAG and a handful of Soldats at any given time. If you so much as get a paper cut, someone will die a slow and agonising death. You are to be protected, no matter the cost.

-The moment he suspects Hank is anywhere near your current location, the whole building goes on lockdown, you’re escorted to a bunker out of harms way, two additional MAGs joining your team because maker be damned, he’s not going to allow that monster to harm a hair on your head.

-Peaceful times with him are amazing however, his excitement and anticipation grow with each passing day. He’ll lay down with his flames gently enveloping you, enough to heat you up, he wouldn’t dare even dream of burning you. Hope you like the heat since you can’t escape it.

-During the final few days you can’t shake him at all, he’s barking orders at everyone, and shit is tense for everyone, everyone but you, of course. He wouldn’t stress out his dearly beloved. There’s a medical team on standby 24/7, and Audi’s flames seem to burn brighter, bathing the room in a red hue. He’s eager to meet Nevada’s next employer.

-Crunch time, he’s ready for it. The other Employers show up, which is kinda weird, but they are like Auditor’s siblings in a way. Still, having them hover over you at your most vulnerable is unsettling.

-“It’s uh.. on fire?” The doctor says in an apprehensive tone. “As is to be expected.” Auditor hums, taking his tiny flaming humanoid into his arms, bringing them to meet their other parent. The tiny flames that drift from them are a soft petal pink, matching their eyes. “They’re going to be a fine Employer, and Nevada will obey their every little desire.”

Tricky

-The feral scientist has a very good sense of smell, something to do with his animistic tendencies. He can smell out a hormone imbalance in you, and he won’t leave you alone. “MATE SMELLS DIFFERENT. GOOD DIFFERENT, BUT DIFFERENT.”

-The twitchy bastard won’t stop sniffing you up and down, until he sticks his head between your thighs and sniffs hard again. “THERE. CLOWN SMELLS SOMETHING DIFFERENT THERE.” “Tricky that’s rude, stop it-” You chastise him, but he persists. “KNOW THE SMELL, CAN’T REMEMBER. SMELLED IT BEFORE. CAN’T REMEMBER! WHY!?!”

-He pounds at the floor and his head before it hits him. “BABIES-” He wraps his arms around your body tightly staring up at you from his kneeling position. “CLOWN SMELLS BABIES.”

-His instincts go into complete override, all lifes purpose stripped away, mind fixated on protecting his offspring and their vessel. If someone even glances your way, he will destroy them, turning them into a fine red mist before your very eyes.

-The underground bunker you call home isn’t really a good place to rear young, and despite the fact he loves this place, his only goal is to ensure your safety and his baby’s survival. “CLOWN MAKE NEW HOME, ONE SAFE FOR CLOWN’S BABIES.”

-He doesn’t 'make’ one so much as he finds a suitable place and the previous occupants 'mysteriously left and never came back.’ Still, it’s the thought that counts, right?

-With his speed he’s in and out of places in mere seconds, bringing you back a hoard of snacks and whatever soft things he can find. With his mushy brain, he doesn’t really understand that the birth he expects, one animal like in nature, isn’t whats coming, and while the nesting is nice, it definitely isn’t going to aid in a safe delivery.

-Tricky also can’t get enough of you, he’s constantly smelling you, rubbing his chin over you like a cat to coat you in his scent, how else will people know you’re his?

-When he feels that first kick his whole body shudders, and he nearly screams aloud but pauses before his outburst, quiet, the tiny one needs quiet, and for once, he is quiet. “C…Clown happy. Clown feels you, little ones, Clown is here. Clown promises he’ll never leave. Clown.. Clown loves his babies.” He breaks away from your stomach and rubs his cheek against yours. “Clown loves his mate.”

-Hope you enjoy lounging around because he’s going to keep you in his arms for as long as he can. He adores the feeling of his young shifting around, pressing his face into your stomach and mumbling in-comprehensively at them.

-The day comes where Tricky’s offspring is ready to meet the world and he panics, hard. “Clown don’t know what to do!! Clown can’t help, Clown doesn’t know how!! Clown needs… Clown finds help, Clown will be back, Clown promises.”

-Help arrives in the form of- “Why the fuck did you bring HIM?!” From your seated position you see Tricky dragging HANK of all people by his throat. “Clown didn’t know who else to ask!! Clown isn’t very popular. Now Hank help Clown’s mate or Clown will bash your skull in.”

-This is the opposite of Hank’s job, he is utterly unqualified for this shit, but with the clown foaming at the mouth staring down at him, he aids as best he can. Tricky growls as Hank takes blankets from his pile, but quietens down when he realises the madman is trying to stem the bleeding.

-It’s slow and hard work, after hours of labouring pains, it finally ends. Once, twice, and again, three tiny babies are born and Tricky loses his shit, violently shaking, he looks like he’s about to explode with joy. A labour of love and devotion, he handles them with a delicacy.

-“Look at Clown’s babies,” He smells them all, nothing quite like fresh baby scent. “look at what Clown and mate made,” He brings them over to you, ignoring his usual play toy and just embracing his family. “Clown didn’t think he’d ever get it so good.”

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Hi it's me, a Jeb enjoyer. Can I request Jeb reacting to finding his s/o after the fall of Nexus city? Like it's years later and he's given up hope but they just pop up in one of the buildings killing agents and shiz, maybe he's meeting with Doc and his s/o is there? Thank you :))

Hello Jeb enjoyer, Im Phobos enjoyer- *gets shot*

Im so sorry this took so long hdbsns

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

You and Jebediah were very close even before he began making his plans to take Nexus down, anyone could see it, he was often found around you if not with Hofnarr and drowining himself in his work

It was obvious there was something going on, some scientists that worked under Projects the Director put him in charge of would see him out with you, talking as if you knew each other for years(which you kinda did) and began placing bets on wether or not you were together, even Hofnarr was in on it- which was funny because he knew you both were together for a good while now

He told you a lot of things from work, venting out his frustrations to you if you allowed him, you were the one he most trusted with anything, you heard a lot of shit talk about Phobos and Crackpot specifically, it was honestly amusing seeing Jeb rant about their bullshit while resting his head on your lap and make angry gestures with his hand as you played with his hair

He'd sigh at the end and look at you thankfully, thank you for letting him rant, and apologizing if he got too intense in certain parts, you'd shrug it off and kiss his forehead for reassurance, saying its nothing he needs to apologize over, he never told you, but everytime you said those words he'd fall for you all over again. You were just the light of his life

That being said, he confined the information of his plans with you as well, telling you how things would work out and the plan he had for you end others involved directly with the plan to go out safe and sound

After Phobos fired him, he quickly got home and began to quickly organize everything for when he'd need to be off to put the plan in action, all while muttering curses at the damned Director under his breath. After you got home from your own work, you were initially confused about the gear on top of the table of your shared apartment, until you remembered the plan

You sat with Christoff in the living room as he rapidly typed emails to his friends, he looked at you once he unfocused from the computer, wondering if you were getting home, almost startling him as he spotted you on the couch messing on your phone beside him

".. [Name]... Welcome home, dear... Did- you get home just now or-"

"Nah, been here for a few minutes, I didnt want to interrupt you since that seemed important... Is everything okay?" You asked, turning off your phone and turning yourself to him as you spoke, he sighed

"my apologies for not realizing your were there sooner, my dear.... That- foolish Director fired me today." He hissed lightly, your eyes widened, that wasnt good- "oh god... Thats-... how are you going to go about the plan now then?" Your eyebrows furrowed in worry, he gently took your hands in his

"worry not, all will go as planned, t'is but a minor inconvenience, Hofnarr will give me access to the back of the Tower, Ive already planned the route from the plaza to the room I must go to." He gently stroked your knuckles with his thumbs in attempt to soothe your worries, he didn't tell you everything about it though

You looked down, nodding as you processed through this new route, you both fell silent for a moment before you looked back at him

"are you sure you still need to go through with this?"

"Dear, you know I have no choice. If he goes through with Gestalt, we're all doomed, we must act as soon as possible."

You sighed "I know I know- I just... I just keep worrying for the worse.. what if the plan doesnt work? What if you get caught? What if Phobos wins??- Jeb I dont want to lose you.." you looked at him with worry, that look of fear in your eyes gripped at his heart, he moved his hands around your waist, hugging you close

"all will go as planned, my Love, I wont fail, thats something I promise you, and you know Im a man of word." He gave you a gentle smile, you smiled a bit, letting out a small chuckle "I know that very well... I trust you dear, Im sorry, Im just scared for you."

You gently leaned your forehead with his, he smiled, a faint purr rumbling from his chest "I know... But try not to worry, I wont fail, and I'll come to pick you up on our spot as soon as Im finished with everything." You took a moment before mumbling an 'alright.', he mumbled the same, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he held you close, attempting to soothe you once more by gently rubbing his hand on your back as you held him just as firmly

Trusth be told, he had the same worries as you, he was worried domething would go wrong, mentally going over anything that could go wrong in his mind from the plan on to ready himself, he completely expected to go down with Phobos in worst case scenario, losing isn't an option and winning may be of little chance.. Though he'd try not to think too much about it, he doesnt want to end up jinxing himself, for now he'll spend as much time as he can with you.

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By the next day, you helped him get ready to go meet with Hofnarr by the Rift, helping him with hiding his weapons and the bullet proof vest under his clothes, you both went over your plan again

"alright, again, while I go meet with Hofnarr, you-"

"I head to wait with the Sheriff guy by the gate to the indrustrial sector until you come back." You recalled as you adjusted the colar on his coat and adjusted his tie "I have my bag all set already, I'll head out as soon as youre out of view so its not too suspicious."

Christoff nodded in approvement, a hum coming from his throat "alright, I'll be off then... [Name], my Love, please be careful." He placed his hands on your waist, looking at you with almost pleading eyes, you placed your hands over his, giving him a light peck "of course I will, dearest, I promise, you be careful too, I dont want to have to go break you out" you half joked, laughing softly as he chuckled lightly.. you always loved his laugh

"I will... I'll see you soon, Love." You shared a kiss again, a bit longer then the one yesterday, as soon as you parted, he gave you a smaller, shorter kiss, for good measure, y'know?

"see you soon, Dear... I love you." He hesitantly let go of you, you gave him a small smile as he opened the door behind him

"I love you too, more than my whole existence." And out the door he went, you simply stood there as the door closed, your smile fell, eyebrows furrowing, why did you get a bad feeling in your gut all of the sudden...?

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Well, if youre here this far you must know how it played out, he defeated Phobos and got out alive.. that- wasn't his expectation but all for the best, he's glad he survived to see you again. he quickly darted through the city to the Industrial Sector's gate, he read the MERC Laborers ready to close the gates for you..

But you were nowhere in sight.

He asked them about you, but they just shook their head, looking confused, his stomach dropped, feeling dread grow on his chest, he looked around a bit, clearly hesitant before he gave them the orders to close the gates, we were too far in to stop now, they needed to be safe and the Zeds are beginning to rapidly grow in numbers. He'd find you, its fine! he'll find you, he's sure of it

After speaking with Hofnarr, he asked him about you too, the shorter scientist nervously afirmed he didn't see you that day at all, making more dread overcome Christoff's very being. He thanked his friend anyway, asking him to get you to him if he happens to find you around, Hofnarr nodded and flew off with his jetpack as Jeb began to roam the falling apart city frantically.. you need to be okay, you must be alive, you have to...

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Years of search and nothing. not a single trace of you since the Fall... But Jeb never stopped searching, he searched everywhere he could multiple times, flipping the city upside down in search of you, searching out of the city for you, MERC, Somewhere, nowhere was free of his search, but nothing, not a single trace aside your bag with your old things he found on the route he set for you that day..

He refused to believe you could be dead, for all he knows a Zed or- or a robber couldve gotten a grip on your bag and you let it go to get to safety! you just... didn't make it to MERC...

Countless nights he came back toyour old shared apartment he still used as a hideout after the Nexus Core agents were done searching for him in his old home, he'd just sit down on the couch and look at a broken picture frame with a picture of you two in it for hours, he would barely even realize he'd been sitting there doing bat shit with a blank stare

And no matter how his eyes got fucked, or how the dissonance from the Halo was slowly deteriorating his mind, he'd still search for you... he may have lost his friend, he may have lost his job, he may have lost his life or part of himself, but you is someone he cant bare acknowledge he lost. and countless nights.. he actually shed tears, he wept, praying so hard you'd come back, praying you were okay, praying he wouldn't find you as a mindless Zed roaming the City's streets. He felt like he failed you... But he had to keep his head up, you must be okay, you must be safe.. if you weren't, he would've found your body by now, wouldn't he?

At least thats what he told himself to keep himself from giving up on your search, he needed to keep going, he knows you're alive.. he has a feeling you are at least...

He was on his way to purge another of Auditor's AAHW bases, until he caught movement with the corner of his eye, he snapped his head to where he saw it, immediately jumping on guard, seeing a hooded figure take down a zed and shoot a grunt running in the distance. He'd dismiss it was another survivor just trying to survive in this wasteland until you made eye contact..

He could recognize that face anywhere..

His eyes widen, so did yours, but neither dared to move, it wasnt until he muttered your name that you snapped out of your stunned haze and run at him, yelling his name as you both collided in a hug

You hugged him tightly as he was still stunned to see you, hovering his hands over your form until he realized this wasnt a dream and immediately hug onto you tightly as well

Tears slipping out of your eyes as you pulled away a bit, smiling as you cupped his face in your hands

"Jeb! Oh god its you!"

"[Name]... You're here.. you really are..." He leaned into your hands, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as emotion overwhelmed him

"yes! Yes Im here! I was so worried, I thought I'd never see you again!" You felt his rough hand be placed on your cheek, you leaned into it as he gently wiped your tears

He smiled, tears finally falling off his eyes, he pulled you into a kiss, longing and loving, he missed you so much its unreal, after parting you hugged again after wiping his years with your thumbs, holding each other until Jeb was alerted by someone clearing their throat

He pulled you behind him, taking his sword out and looking at where the sound came, only to be met with Hank just, standing there, of course they were covered in blood like always, which only made them seem like more of a threat

"... Wimbleton. What are you doing here?"

"... Mission."

Jeb hummed, you gently tugged on his arm

"it's- it's okay, I work with them."

".. what-" he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow

You explained what happened to you on your way to MERC, how 2BDamned helped you after getting cornered by thugs and asked you to join SQ as a way to return the favor, he was still confused why you would accept it, you added the zeds began swarming by then and you both eneded up too far away from MERC's gate

Then he understood, nodding as he lowered his sword, after a ment of silence he asked if youd still work for him, you said you kinda liked there so yes, he nodded

You asked Hank if they could tell Doc youd be back later and that they could go without you, they shrugged, turned around and left

You leaned on Jeb, taking a hold of his hand and smiling up at him, you two hugged again, I think that purge can wait a day, he swept you off your feet, holding you bridal style, asking if youd like to go stay with him at his hideout, obviously you said accepted

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Over at his old apartment, you two just cuddled, he held you strongly as if you'd vanish, though you can't complain, you were doing the same while gently playing with his hair

He sighed as you burrowed your face into his neck, gently petting your arm with one of his hands, muttering things about how things have been over the years, things youve seen, occasionally laughing at something silly or funny either of you encountered

You learned of what happened to Hofnarr and how Crackpot went missing, it saddened you, at mostly over Hofnarr- he was a great friend to Christoff, you felt like he blamed himself for it, and you were right

Eventually your conversation died down as exhaustion washed over you, both your eyes feeling heavy

"... I missed you.. so, so much, love." He muttered, nuzzling into your hair

"I missed you just as much... Im sorry I worried you for so long, 2B- gives a lot of work to do so I was always away doing something.." you answered, arms going limp as you snuggled close and closed you eyes

"I know.. he does his best for his cause, he's a good man." You hummed, falling silent before muttering a last thing sleepily

"I love you, Jeb..."

"I love you too, more than my whole existence... Sweet dreams, dear..."

You muttered a barely coherent goodnight before you drifted off, he smiled, huffing a small laugh as he held you, drifting off to sleep easier than ever before

You were home, you were safe, and you were there with him, nothing more gave him more relief than knowing that

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