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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 8 months

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Tricky with a mime!reader? Classic clown and mime but mime!reader has like actual mime powers. Tricky is confused but interested!

Oh this is so cute <3 i love clowns and mimes n stuff

Tricky x Mime!reader

Despite the world being a hellscape, there were pockets of quiet, times of peace tucked away in the briefest of moments, like now, for instance.

A small crowd had formed, a few of them tossing loose monies into your little donation box while you performed for them. A child was in the crowd, front and centre with awe in her eyes, it was incredibly rare to see one. The world just isn't safe enough for them.

Performing was such an art, movements so fluid, as though what you were doing was real, your spectators threw a little more monies as you pretended to get struck by lightning while flying a kite.

Shaking off the sparks in your system, you switched to something more calm for your final performance, it was getting late, and soon this peaceful area would be rife with vamps.

Bending down, you plucked a bouquet of flowers, deeply inhaling their scent, before turning and offering them to the child. She giggled, and reached out for the fake gift, but the moment it left your hands, it took on a physical form. She was holding a handful of varying white flowers, daisies, snowdrops, baby's breath, and a proud white rose in the middle.

Stars filled her eyes. "How'd you dO THAT?" She squealed, clinging tightly to the first flowers she'd seen ever.

A single gloved finger pressed to your lips and you winked at her, mime magic. Taking a bow, you began to mime packing away your things, in actuality putting away some very real items to you.

"KEEP GOING, CLOWN WAS HAVING FUN!" You dropped your money box, scattering a few loose coins and notes onto the ground. Turning to face what you hoped wasn't real, you locked eyes with the mangled zombie clown, shaking in his uncontrollable way as his body tried to get rid of the excess energy pooling from the drive in his brain.

Terror filled your veins, you shook your head, acting out a vampire creeping along, before biting you.

Tricky laughed, enjoying your performance. "CLOWN LOVES SEEING OTHER CLOWNS IN THE WILD. YOU'RE DIFFERENT TO CLOWN, BUT CLOWN LIKES IT." He drove his stop sign into the ground, sitting down crossed legged like a child, ready to watch and learn.

It was going to get very dangerous shortly, judging by the encroaching darkness, on the other hand, in front of you was arguably the biggest threat in Nevada.

You held a hand out, suddenly feeling your clothing get wet, and you pulled an umbrella from your bag, trying to keep yourself dry. Tricky laughed and clapped, he was having fun.

The rain soon stopped, and you picked another item to play with, a tiny tricycle which you struggled to get on, before wheeling around in a few circles, Tricky's laughter getting louder and ... slightly more human sounding, under the screeching chaos, a softer male laugh could be heard. Strange...

"DO THE FLOWER THING, CLOWN LIKED THAT!" He suddenly lunged forward, and you reflexively put your hands up, and Tricky slammed into the wall of your mime box. "OUCH! WHAT IS THIS??" His clawed hands patted on the hard surface.

You took a step back, and mimed being stuck in a box. "THOSE... ARE REAL WALLS???" He tilted his head to the left like a curious dog. "CAN YOU TEACH CLOWN TO DO THAT??" Shaking your head in reply, a firm no. Even if you could talk and tell him how you did it, you doubted it'd work.

"NOT FAIR, CLOWN WANTS TO DO THAT. CLOWN WOULD PUT HANK IN A BOX AND SHAKE HIM!" Tricky laughed again, his body shaking violently as his hysteric giggles took over. "CLOWN WOULD MAKE HANK A PULP!"

You carefully picked up your stuff, including the money you dropped, while Tricky was preoccupied. He was being just a little too unhinged for your liking right now, and it was getting dark fast, vamps would soon flood this area for an easy meal.

"DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO? CLOWN WANTS TO HANG OUT MORE." You nodded to him. "...CAN CLOWN SEE YOU AGAIN?" A smile crept over your face, and you nodded, gesturing around at the park, you'll be around here sometime.

"CLOWN LOOKS FORWARD TO IT! CLOWN LIKES OTHER CLOWN!"

Clown likes clown too.

#tricky #madness tricky #tricky the clown #tricky x reader #madness combat tricky #madcom #madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #x gon deliver to ya

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distressedwalnut · 2 years

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I started this 2 months ago but hey I finished it now :))

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat art #madcom art #madness combat tricky #madcom tricky #mc art #MC Tricky #mc tricky x reader #tricky the clown #tricky x reader

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fairyzibbie · 1 year

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I wanna finish this but my laptop doesn't work ueueueue

#tricky the clown #madness combat #my art #tricky x reader #?????#i guess so i just feel rly platonic towards him #but i think it could fit the tag for other peeps

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redamoureux · 1 year

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hc’s for tricky or deimos madness combat w reader who has insomnia? maybe? i love ur writing btw ur really silly /pos

General Tricky with darling who has insomnia headcanons

• genre: romantic

It was suprisingly peaceful and quiet for awhile. Until suddenly the rocks on the ground tremble and the vibration increases before the ground cracks and jumps out a excited zombie clown with balloons in hand.

"FRIEND!" The clown shouted as he stood, shaking with excitement. He looks at you sleeping form on the couch. "FRIEND?" He exclaimed, this time with confusion.

You didn't reply. That made the clown come closer to you and poke your cheek with his hand a few times. "FRIEND WAKE UP" tricky call out promputing you to eventually woke up and make weary sound before you looked at your clown companion. You greeted him, still feeling dozy. "IS FRIEND FEELING OKAY?" He asked in his usual loud voice, though you can feel the slight worry in his tone.

You told him that you were fine, just really sleepy. But he insisted something is wrong as you kept sleeping irregulary and sometimes even unresponsive to him and that make him worry. So after some time, you finally told him that you have insomnia. At first he was confused on what that meant before you explain briefly that it hit him.

He'll think for a moment then gives you the balloon before he hastily excuse himself and leaves the room through the ground again. Shortly after he came up to you with solution and treatment.

Now when you're feeling like taking a nap during the day, tricky would drag you around and to excercise with him. This way you'd avoid naps and stick to a new proper sleeping schedule that he had made with literal brainstorm. He also gave a few medicines for you drink. You hestitated on drinking it but he assures you that he knows what's he's doing.

With plenty changes on the shedules to fit your ideal and his support, you were able to feel a lot better and your sleeping improved exceptionally. You'd thanked tricky as you gave him small kisses and cuddled with him on his bed. Making tricky giggle, feeling proud for being able to help.

Honestly, it's quiet easy to forget that he was once a literal mad scientist back in the day, but with this problem of yours resolved, makes you recalled a few certain old memories with him.

@redamoureux

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat headcanons #tricky the clown #tricky x reader #madness combat tricky

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crossxroads · 1 year

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falls in here like that one vine

ttt,,,,,tricky....

Tricky!

General Tricky Relationship HCs

Tricky is naturally a very excitable and hyperactive fellow, while this is also accompanied by a vast capability of violence and bloodshed, he’ll put 100% of his all into loving his partner. He’s pretty neat like that.

He’s basically the equivalent of a very loving cat, purring up a storm and soaking up your attention whenever he encounters you.

He does understand the need to slow down and relax, though. Despite seemingly being rather oblivious or hyper-fixated to an extreme degree, he carries around a solid amount of self-awareness. He is still one of the smartest people despite his eccentricities, the Imp Drive, and the zombification.

If he notices that you’re feeling overstimulated, he’ll do his best to lower his voice to a whisper (though this is still Loud™, it’s more like someone speaking normally), or if the sound’s too much, he’ll sign or scribble on notes.

He’s pretty snuggly and tactile in general, and likes to rest his chin on your shoulders, press his cheek against yours, or pull you into hugs.

Sometimes he loves to do those hugs where he wraps his arms around your shoulders and does a spin or two before putting you back on the floor.

Likes to gently headbutt into your shoulder or back, this is done very lightly and carefully because he might accidentally embed you in a wall 2-feet deep and he DOES NOT WANT. Therefore, you get the gentlest of bumps ever.

Tricky doesn’t have the best cooking skills, so he’ll often take notes of your favorite foods and do his best to find some sort of vendor or store to snag you a treat or two.

Because the Imp drive gives him reality-warping abilities, he often stores said food and drink in a form of stasis so you can have it in its TIPPITY TOP SHAPE, HOT OFF THE PRESSES! :O)!!!

When he does cook, it is a bit of a biohazard. It’s… sometimes edible, but more often than not Tricky tries to add some sort of flair or tweak to a recipe that results in… a very dubious dish.

He won’t get offended if you don’t eat it, more for himself!

He can get a bit protective, but at the same time, he trusts his partner a ton. So as long as you are somewhat combat-capable or fast on your feet, he doesn’t worry too much. However, if you are, as he would say “squishy” he’d fret a little more.

He’ll sometimes stop by with snacks and other beverages that he’s pilfered around if you’re the type to forget those sorts of things.

He’ll also find ways to break certain items, and given that the Improbability Drive can affect the world’s code around you, don’t be surprised that one-day Tricky manages to give your wasteland-survivor self a gun with infinite ammo—that sometimes shoots an Excessively Large™ Mag round at your target.

That's all I've got for now, I hope you enjoy!

#madness combat #madness project nexus #madness combat tricky #tricky madcom #tricky the clown #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #tricky x reader #madness combat tricky x reader #x reader #[x] ask #[x] vinnival

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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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garfunkopop · 1 year

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bats eyelashes

#madness combat fanart #madness combat tricky #madness combat dr hofnarr #madness combat x reader #tricky the clown

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cosmica-galaxy · 2 years

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“IS THAT ALL YOU RUNTS GOT?!”

Idk, I just wanted to doodle Tricky with his kids. Also, bless the user that gave me the idea to call them “The Tricksters”. I love it. It’s their canon name now.

#self aware m:pn au #self aware au #madness combat self aware au #madcom x reader #human!reader x madcom #madcom tag #y/n x madness combat #madness combat x reader #My Art #cosmica-galaxy #Haxorus Imp #tricky the clown

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dummysalmon · 1 year

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new cover for the MadComxReaders! text and no text variant. check the fic if you'd like

#new cover #wattpad #madcom #madness combat #x reader #madness hank #madness auditor #madness jebus #madness sanford #madness deimos #madness sheriff #madness combat fanart #madness tricky #tricky the clown #madness 2bdamned

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Tricky's darling going after Hank for help with getting away from the clown, either as hcs or a concept, perhaps?

Hank may not be the helpful type, but I'm sure if it's the clown he makes exceptions- HCs and a Concept are the same thing for me ^^

Yandere! Tricky with Darling getting Hank for help

Reaction/Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Kidnapping, Murder, Possessive behavior, Decapitation mentioned.

- Tricky will probably be frantic at the fact you aren't where he left you at first.

- Clown left you in Hofnarr's old lab!

- When did you leave!?

- More importantly, where did you go!?

- It doesn't click within him that you could've gotten Hank of all people to help.

- Yet, somehow, you managed to flag down Hank to help you leave the clown.

- It upsets the clown that the one time he took his eyes off you, you're gone.

- He's looking everywhere for you, even trying to pick up on scents like the decrepit animal he is.

- Then Tricky runs into Hank.

- Who happens to have you, the grunt he was looking for.

- Once Tricky sees you, he's shaking.

- From excitement or rage it's hard to say.

- In response to your fear at the clown's sudden appearance, Hank steps in front of you.

- Tricky's eyes narrow at the sight before him.

- He doesn't like Hank's hands on you.

- Going to Hank is both a good and bad idea.

- Hank may be one of the few people with a fighting chance against Tricky...

- But Tricky is probably even more enraged that of all people Hank has you.

- Prepare for a lot of screaming/screeching.

- Tricky will not hold back if someone like Hank took you.

- The clown would be ruthless when fighting him.

- Either of them could win, it would be temporary relief either way.

- If Hank won, Tricky's out for a little while.

- As always, however, Tricky will come back.

- If he was decapitated, due to the effects of the drive he may just stick it back on.

- It's hard to kill the clown for good.

- Hank is probably aware of how hard it is to kill Tricky.

- He doesn't usually like helping people but he'd probably take you to 2B, Deimos, and Sanford for ideas on how to rid you of your clown problem.

- If Tricky won, then you'll just get dragged back to where he likes to keep you.

- He'd be sure Hank's latest demise is painful and torturous before picking you up.

- He doesn't blame you for what happened, unless it happened multiple times.

- Hank must've stolen you, that's it!

- Hank will come back with 2B's help, yes, but Tricky will find a better spot to put you.

- He can't have any chance of you leaving again.

- Especially if Hank wants to help you.

#yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat tricky #yandere tricky #yandere tricky the clown #implied hank x reader if you squint

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madnesscombatredacted · 11 months

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a place to send your [redacted] thought of MadCom characters...or simply, normal thoughts. i don't care, i prefer the second

inspired by @/decaydanceredacted

it's the wild west in here but just cause i post it doesn't mean i support it

unless your post is seriously repulsive it's most likely gonna end up posted

everything is completely anonymous, please only use anon thank you (if not I am not posting it, unless it's a picture then I'll quote what you said)

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom #deimos #sanford #hank j. wimbleton #the auditor #jebus #2bdamned #the sheriff #tricky the clown #phobos #and everyone else i forgot #also different tags will be used for this so people wont have to randomly see this bs

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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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