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Mafia in undertale
Doopal is my mafia OC. These are doodles that I drew personally. There are so many images, so I'm going to upload them more as a reblog
That's my friend!
The Cat and the Red Canary
The minute I saw them (Eebo jeebo/ evil mumbo) being created in Pooka’s animation stream I’ve thought about them none-stop.
(Please do not repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you. Reblogs are appreciated < 3)
I love hc/fics where MC is a head case in some shape or form and Mammon just... rolls with it.
MC is an introvert worse than Levi? Mammon may complain once in a while but never forces MC into uncomfortable situations. At home movie dates. Camping in the garden. Pillow fort.
MC has Trauma™️? Mammon hides with MC and talks them through it. Mammon studies human psychology. Researches the problem.
Mammon is like MC's emotional support demon and that makes me so happy.
Reference art by PartyCoffin!!
My friend asked me to try to draw him.. So! Actually I'm currently practicing drawing other neighbors and honestly these drawings look.. terrible… I'll keep practicing and practicing because I have a ton of ideas! (I still need to practice drawing people too though..)
MYSTERY, A.Pendragon
Arthur Pendragon x fem!!reader summary: A mysterious knight has arrived in Camelot, one that refuses to show their face. This knight defeats contender after contender until even Uther wants to know of their identity, but how will the kingdom react to their finest knights being defeated by a woman? tw!! swearing, violence, sexual innuendos, sexism. notes: before I begin- this is the first imagine I'm ever writing on Tumblr, I mostly post on Wattpad but decided that I'd write some small imagines here for characters that I am yet to write an entire book on or am not ever writing a full book on. I do the whole x reader thing sort of differently, I will only write from the female's perspective but even though the imagines say x reader I will make the reader's description how I see fit if that makes any sense? basically, the only x-reader part about it is that you can picture the other character's saying your name but the character won't be your description 😂 if it doesn't make any sense you'll see what I mean!!! :)) ps. apologies if Arthur doesn't seem in character enough :))
NO ONE KNEW WHERE THE MYSTERIOUS KNIGHT HAD APPEARED FROM. All that everyone knew was that there was a mysterious figure challenging all of the King's men. And every single knight had fallen to defeat under this mysterious figure's sword.
Yet another knight fell to his back, grunting in pain as the enigmatic pressed their foot harshly against the already defeated knight's chest. The man grits his teeth together in pain and lifted his eyes to look up at the covered head of his opponent.
The crowd let out a cheer, some even lept to their feet in entertainment. King Uther stared at this knight, clearly impressed as he clapped his hands together out of respect and congratulations for the mystery knight.
An hour later and Prince Arthur's servant, Merlin, ran through the halls in excitement, searching for his friend, y/n. Merlin had become a rather big fan of this obscure knight after he and his guardian, Gaius, had concluded that he wasn't using any type of sorcery to defeat his opponents.
"y/n!!"He called out as he pounded his fist against the wood of her front door. A distant 'hang on' is heard from behind the door before it's flung open to reveal one of Merlin's best friends.
y/n is a clumsy brunette with the darkest brown eyes that Merlin had ever laid eyes on. She was also one of the shyest people that he had met, she barely even spoke to him in the first few weeks of them first meeting. But after she broke out of her shell around him she never stopped speaking.
"Merlin!!"She exclaimed happily as he moved past her, entering her house with a big grin on his face. --"He did it again!!"Merlin exclaimed excitedly. y/n folded her arms in amusement, shutting her door as she spun to look at him.
"he?" she questioned and Merlin spun to face her with his hands in front of him. --"The mystery knight!!" he specified, --"you should have seen it, y/n!!"he ranted.
y/n smiled in amusement, tucking a shy strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Leaning shoulder first against a wall, she gladly listened to Merlin ramble on and on about this 'mysterious knight'.
Of course, y/n knew who this knight was. Herself. She found it rather exciting to finally use her skilful swordsman abilities and not worry about being ordered against it. For most of her life, whenever she tried to fight a man would tell her not to, because she was a woman with 'skin as thin as air and muscles the size of Uther's love for magic'.
She could never escape her shyness but when she was fighting, it was like the nerves disappeared completely and she was instead focused on her target and winning. And thus she decided to start fighting for real, never once showing her face when she challenged Arthur's knights.
"I still don't understand why you don't come down and watch him fight with me."Merlin's voice broke her from her thoughts. She simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders, chuckling awkwardly.
"Sword fights just aren't my thing, Mer."She lied, walking over to her kitchen to start preparing her dinner. --"I'm sure you wouldn't have even started going to them if you weren't Arthur's man-servant."She pointed out and he shook his head in denial.
"not true." he denied, --"Arthur was impressed with them."He spoke, capturing y/n's attention. She lifted her eyes forward but didn't turn her head, her stomach doing a flip as she smiled.
She and Arthur had a weird type of relationship. She wasn't sure whether to describe their dynamic as friends considering Arthur often differed between being hot and cold around her. Sometimes he would speak to her freely like they were on the same level, he would even have a laugh with her sometimes but then other times he would give her the cold shoulder.
Which hurt y/n. Like with Merlin, it had taken her a while to even speak words to him, longer than Merlin actually considering she felt intimidated under Arthur's royal authority. After a while, she finally felt comfortable enough to communicate with him, something that actually seemed to delight Arthur.
Perhaps it was because she addressed him like he was human and not like he was a walking title.
"Really?"She spoke, surprised. Arthur was never one to admit that he was impressed with anyone outside of his group of knights, especially to Merlin of all people.
"Uther too."Merlin continued, moving over to stand next to her in the kitchen part of her small house. She hummed in response, --"I bet the knight was pleased with such praise."She responded and Merlin shook his head with a pout.
"I wouldn't know. The knight always leaves the second he wins his challenge."He informs the brunette who had to fain surprise.
She opens her mouth to respond before there was a loud knock at her door and seconds later Gwen came bursting in, a nervous look on her face.
"Uther wants everyone gathered in the town square!"
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y/n stood alongside Merlin, Gwen and Gaius as they looked up at a smiling Uther from his patio. y/n folded her clammy hands over her lap as Uther urged the crowd to quieten down.
Arthur stood a little bit behind his father, a stoic look on his face like usual. y/n caught his gaze only for a moment before glancing down at her feet.
"I wish to address the mystery knight who has defeated every Camelot knight thrown his way."Uther finally spoke after a few seconds of silence.
y/n lifted her head in surprise as the crowd remained silent. Not that Uther was expecting anyone to respond to him. He waited a couple of seconds before continuing.
"Very well. You wish to keep your identity a secret for the time being." he paused, surveying the crowd as he tried to guess who had been under the armour only mere hours ago.
"I wish to propose a challenge to you."Uther continued, y/n straightened her back unknowingly. --"Defeat a nobleman of my choosing and you will have a place amongst my knights." he paused for a second, --"no noble blood needed."
y/n was sceptical of that challenge reward. Uther had never abandoned the knight's code, never. Clearly, Merlin was sceptical too judging by the glance he gave to her.
"As for you're challenger, "Uther spoke again, demanding all of the whispered hushes in the crowd to cease. --"You will be duelling against my son..."
Her heart dropped to her stomach as Arthur took a step forward, Uther resting a hand on his son's back. --"Prince Arthur Pendragon." he announced as the crowd started to applaud this idea.
Merlin seemed to like this idea as he applauded along with the crowd. However, y/n looked as though she wanted to be sick. She didn't want to fight Arthur, but she was also never one to back down from a challenge.
"If you accept my challenge,"Uther spoke again and she lifted her gaze from Arthur to Uther. --"You'll duel tomorrow at noon."
y/n swallowed uneasily, gripping the fabric of her skirt anxiously. What was she going to do? she despised the idea of backing down from a challenge, especially one set by the king himself. But she would have to fight Arthur, one of the select few people in her life she actually cared for.
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Later that night, y/n wiped down the dining table in the Camelot castle. y/n wasn't exactly a servant per se, she was a cleaner. Every night just before Uther retired to his chambers, she would clean down the thrones, dining room table, scrub and sweep the floor and replace the fresh bowl of fruit on the table.
She still hadn't decided if she was going to accept Uther's challenge. She wanted to prove to herself that she could go all the way but could she really willingly hurt Arthur? the same Arthur who complimented the flowerbeds outside of her house every time he passed.
"you missed a spot."
She paused her arm to glance over her shoulder, bowing her head a little when seeing Arthur leaning against the wall. Shaking her head with a smile, --"No I didn't, sire."She denied with a small laugh.
"Are you calling me a liar, y/n?"He demanded playfully, a grin on his face. She continued to clean as she shook her head, --"I would never, your highness."She responded, scoffing a laugh.
After wiping down the table, she glanced over at him. --"I assumed you would be training for your duel tomorrow morning."She spoke, he pursed his lips and shook his head.
"I've been training all night, thought I'd give myself a break."He responded, and she hummed with a nod. --"You're father must really believe in this mysterious knight to abandon the knight code."She said, picking up the bucket of water and moving over to the throne to wipe them down too.
Arthur only shook his head. --"I wish that was the case."He responded, and she glanced at him curiously. --"My father doesn't believe this knight can beat me, as far as he is concerned he isn't even breaking the knight code."He confided in y/n, a frown settled on his face.
"you disagree with him?"She pressed. Arthur merely scoffed, --"That the knight can't beat me? of course, I agree with that." he boasted arrogantly causing y/n to roll her eyes in amusement. --"But I don't agree with the knight code."He then continued, moving to lean against one of the thrones that y/n had just wiped down.
She raised her head and cleared her throat. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before she gestured to the throne he was leaning against. --"I just wiped that down, sire."She reminded him and he raised his eyebrows and moved away from the throne so he was standing next to her.
"You don't agree with the knight's code?"She asked curiously and he shook his head. --"I believe if you fight with dignity and honour, it shouldn't matter what bloodline you belong to."He responded. She paused her actions to show him a soft smile.
"you're a good man, Arthur Pendragon."She informed him with a nod as she finished up her cleaning duties. Arthur felt his heart swell at her words, an adoring smile appearing on his features as he watched her drop her sponge into the bucket of soapy water.
"Perhaps you could throw that at Merlin, he was supposed to have had my bed made an hour ago," he commented and she let out a laugh, pressing a hand to her mouth in an instant, her face heating up.
"You love him, really."She simply told him with a laugh as she moved past him. Arthur made a face at her comment but didn't deny his platonic affection for his manservant.
"Will you be at the duel tomorrow?"He asked her, walking alongside her. She swallowed and shook her head, --"Don't think I could bear to see you lose, sire."She responded playfully and he shook his head with a smile on his face.
"I'm not going to lose."He informed her confidently, missing the sly smile on her face. As they passed the stairs, he pressed a hand to the wall and smiled over at her.
"Goodnight, y/n."
She returned his smile, her cheeks rosy. --"Goodnight, my lord."She bid him goodnight and then disappeared down the corridor.
Arthur didn't move for a second before disappearing up to his chambers.
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Arthur stood in the arena, decked out in his armour. The prince had been waiting for his opponent for around 10 minutes. Uther was noticeably becoming impatient but his ego was way more demanding than his patience.
Merlin's knee bounced up and down nervously, starting to think that the knight had gotten cold feet at the thought of duelling the king's son.
I mean, this could all just be one big ploy to capture the knight and throw them in a cell for embarrassing the entire Camelot knighthood. The knight would have every right to be suspicious.
But just as all seemed lost and Uther was going to call for the duel to be cancelled, heavy exaggerated footsteps were heard and out walked the Knight themself.
The crowd let out a cheer at the sight of the knight. Arthur straightened his posture as he eyed the masked mystery.
y/n had been tossing and turning all night on her decision but ultimately decided to fight. She was going to prove Uther Pendragon wrong.
She unsheathed her sword with Arthur, the crowd letting out another cheer as the pair slowly bowed to one another. And thus the duel began.
y/n hadn't been entirely sure how she would act in a fight with Arthur so she just pictured that she wasn't fighting Arthur at all and she was simply fighting another random knight.
She blocked a swing from Arthur with her shield, spinning around and swinging her sword in his direction. As their swords clashed against one another for a further 3 minutes, y/n felt her respect for Arthur grow more and more.
Their swords blocked against one another as they both fought for dominance, Arthur's helmeted head getting close to hers. In the end, Arthur got the better of her and he struck her back, twisting her sword around with his so they were face to face again, fighting to shove the other to the ground.
But as his blue eyes gazed through the eye slit of her helmet, his eyes locked with hers and he squinted in confusion, recognising her dark orbs instantly.
"y/n?"He mumbled loud enough for her to hear and only her.
Her heart dropped and her eyes widened in surprise. He recognised her? but she had been so careful. Swallowing thickly, she shoved him back and swung her sword at him, which he blocked, their swords once again stuck together.
Now that Arthur knew who was under that helmet and shiny armour, he wanted to finish the match as soon as possible. He used their swords being connected to his advantage and thrust his sword down causing her to fall to the ground.
He then took a page out of her book and pressed his boot against the chest of her armour and pointed the sword at her neck.
Arthur had won.
The crowd erupted into cheers but Arthur didn't lift his head. He was too busy staring down at the woman beneath the metal.
Her heart sank with the knowledge that she had lost the duel. All she ever wanted was to prove to everyone and herself that she was worthy to fight with the knights of Camelot but she had failed.
After a couple of seconds, Arthur pulled his sword away from her neck to hold his hand out for her. Exhaling sharply, she fought the urge to groan at the growing pain happening in her left ribcage.
She took ahold of his hand and he helped her to her feet, his blue eyes staring incredulously into hers, a worried look on his face that didn't go missed by Merlin.
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That evening, y/n lay in her bed with a frown. She had failed. All she had to do was win one more duel and maybe just maybe she would have gotten the respect she so desperately wanted.
After their duel had come to an end, y/n had wasted no time on giving Arthur a brief congratulatory pat on the back before leaving the arena and disappearing through the alleys to retreat back to her house.
She was surprised that Merlin hadn't come bursting to her door yet to talk about how the 'mystery knight' had lost his duel with Arthur. She assumed that Arthur would have told him that it had been her underneath the armour.
Then there was a knock at her door. She groaned in discomfort and lifted herself from her bed to walk over to her door, expecting to swing it open and find a worried Merlin.
But instead, she found Arthur who wasted no time barging past her.
She cursed silently, --"please, come in."She muttered sarcastically to herself, making sure that Arthur hadn't heard the way she spoke to him.
Closing the door, she turned to him, surprised to see the concerned look on his face. --"Why would you do that?"He snapped at her, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Regarding?"She tried and he shook his head. --"Don't you realise that if I hadn't realised it was you under the armour I could have killed you?!"He snapped at her.
Her shoulders fell with disappointment. --"I just-"She paused and swallowed, --"I just wanted to feel proud of myself for once."She told him.
Arthur only sighed and took a few steps forward, resting his hands on her cheeks to make sure she hadn't sustained any injuries during their duel. --"you should feel proud of yourself, y/n."He told her truthfully.
"You won, remember?"She muttered as he continued to look her over. --"Did I hurt you?" he asked her, ignoring her previous comment. She goes to shake her head but doesn't get the chance as Arthur's hand brushes over her left ribcage.
She let out a grunt, gritting her teeth together as she shook her head. --"No."She denied, only earning a glare from Arthur. --"I'll get Gaius."He goes to pass her and leave, a look of panic passed her face as she grabbed ahold of his arm, shaking her head.
"No!"She exclaimed, Arthur, turned to her with a confused look on his face. --"Have you told Merlin it was me?"She asked and he shook his head.
"I didn't get the chance to, he was too busy moping because you lost."He snorted, she swallowed and nodded her head. --"Could this just be our secret?"She asked him.
"If you go to Gaius surely Uther will find out it was me under the metal and I really don't want that."She told him, her voice shaking a little.
Arthur hesitated for a moment. --"Do you think you're rib is cracked?" he asked her seriously and she shook her head. --"You pack a mean blow, Pendragon but don't get cocky."She simply told him, --"It's merely bruised."
After a moment, he nodded and she released her hold on his arm. --"Thank you."She murmured. --"you're good in a duel."He responded and she shook her head.
"you won, remember?"She repeated the same phrase from earlier and he shook his head. --"I wouldn't have ended it as quick as I had if I hadn't noticed it was you."He told her, his gaze piercing against hers.
She raised an eyebrow. --"Are you telling me you might not have won if you hadn't noticed, sire?"She asked playfully and he scoffed taking a step closer to her.
"You're good, y/l/n, but don't get cocky."He repeated her words from earlier, leaning closer so that he could whisper his words tauntingly.
She didn't respond, their eyes flickering between one another's lips. Arthur seemed to think over his options for a moment before leaning in and closing the gap between the pair, his lips capturing hers.
And thus began the first of many kisses that the pair would share.
THIEF, H.Brown
Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot. tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)
"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.
She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.
"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.
"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.
"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.
Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.
Hobie Brown.
What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.
Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.
Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.
"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.
She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.
Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.
Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.
Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.
Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.
There weren't many, surprisingly.
Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.
Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.
MAX - LOOK OUT!! sent at 23:28
Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.
This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.
Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.
She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.
Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.
Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.
"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.
She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.
"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.
The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.
"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.
"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."
Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.
"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.
This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.
Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.
He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.
"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.
"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.
"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.
"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.
"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.
"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.
"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.
Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.
He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.
She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.
The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.
"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.
The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.
The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.
But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.
BANG!!
A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.
Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.
y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.
"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.
She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.
"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.
"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.
Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.
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She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.
Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.
Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.
Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.
Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.
"That looks like it hurts a belter."
Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.
"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.
He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.
"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"
Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."
She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.
Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.
"A while. You?"
She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."
She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.
"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.
And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.
Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.
They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.
Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.
Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.
She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.
"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.
The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.
"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.
"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"
"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.
Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.
y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.
"You're free, y/n."He informed her.
y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.
But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.
Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.
She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.
"Let's head to mine."
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a/n this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!
TLC, buggy the clown
la!!buggy the clown x fem!!reader summary: y/n is one of Buggy's newest additions to his freakshow and after a particularly rough show he looks to her for comfort. tw!! fluff (like a lot of it), pining (mutual), angst if you squint. notes: I tried as hard as I could to make Buggy as in-character as possible in this I swear to god. It was so hard, guys.
y/n turns her head away from the mirror with the lights. She was still dressed in her circus outfit which consisted of a tight purple tank top and a black poofy skirt with sparkly suspenders, bright purple fishnets covered her pale legs.
Her face was previously painted white with sparkly black mime makeup and a fake bright red clown nose. Since the show ended an hour ago she had wiped it off leaving just the fake red nose on her face.
Her head had turned towards the door, seeing Cabajji standing there with a rather nervous look on his face. --"The captain's asking for you..."He told her, swallowing.
The show tonight hadn't gone as brilliantly as their captain, Buggy had hoped. A ton of the cast were late to their ques, the crowd were all over the place with their orders- it was just a total disaster tonight which obviously led their usually jolly captain in a bad mood.
But she wasn't nervous when hearing that Buggy was asking for her. She had never really been afraid of him. Running a hand through her red hair, she stood up to her feet, wobbling a little in the heels Buggy had forced her to wear for the show.
Cabajji gave her an almost sympathetic smile and patted the door. --"He's in his room. Could you let him know the rest of us are going out for a drink?"He asked and she nodded, moving past him.
Cabajji would have told the captain himself but he knew that Buggy was less likely to get angry if it came from y/n. He had a soft spot for her.
After bidding him goodnight, y/n wobbled past him and down the hall towards Buggy's room. She took maybe ten steps before ultimately giving up and slipping the heels off, leaving her to shrink back down to her full height of 5'4.
With aching calves, she found herself back in front of Buggy's cabin door. Heart beating loudly against her ribcage, she lifted a hand to lightly tap her knuckles against the door.
A muffled 'come in' is heard from behind the door. Swallowing, she pushed down the handle on the door and slipped through the crack, shutting it back over behind her.
Her heart dropped when she saw Buggy sitting at the edge of his bed, his shoulders sagged in an uncharacteristically sad manner. With a soft frown, she walked over to him, setting her heels on the ground next to the door.
She sank to her knees in front of Buggy, sitting on the carpet in the space between his legs. This wasn't the first time they had been in this position, which is part of the reason why she wasn't nervous to comfort him.
Lifting a hand up, she rested it against his cheek- feeling him lean into the touch with his eyes shut. --"Where's that smile?" She asked in an attempt to cheer him up, her voice softer than honey.
Buggy lifted a gloved hand to rest against the hand that caressing his cheek, his eyes fluttering open to look at her. y/n's heart stuttered a little in her chest when their eyes met.
He turned his face against her hand so he could press a light and tender kiss to her palm. He had done this numerous times before but it never failed to make her blush.
"Not up to smiling, toots."He simply responded and she nodded her head in response, plastering a smile onto her face. --"Guess I'll have to do all of the smiling for you then."She joked, an overexaggerated grin appearing on her face as she continued to attempt to make him feel better.
And it seemed to work for a brief moment as a chuckle fell past his painted lips. --"Tonight was a mess..."He mumbled and she shook her head, lifting a finger to press against his lips.
"Every good show had a bad day. We'll do better tomorrow."She told him, nodding her head encouragingly. Her bright attitude seemed to put a small smile on the captain's face and her lips turn upwards.
"See, there's that smile..."She trailed off, tracing the pads of her thumbs up and down his cheekbones. Buggy's chest felt heavy as he looked at her.
He always went to her for comfort. She had only been with the crew for 6 months but they just got each other. She was the only person he felt comfortable enough to just sit and air it all out. The same goes for her part. She never felt judged when she was with him.
They always sought words of comfort in each other and nothing more. But the 'nothing more' is what they had both been thinking about recently.
Sure, they were attracted to each other but were they willing to risk what working relationship they had?
Buggy seemed to have already made his mind up as he looped one of his gloved fingers with one of the fingers on her hand which was pressed against his cheek.
"Stay with me?"He murmured to her, a hopeful look appearing in his blue eyes. He felt a little pathetic and if it had been anyone else he would have just forced them to stay with him, but not y/n.
Her heart stuttered again at the question as she found herself nodding her head. Hell, Buggy could ask her to slip a knife between her ribcage right now and she would probably go along with it.
Her eyes danced across his face and she swallowed. --"Do you wear your clown makeup to bed?"She asked, curious. Buggy raised an eyebrow, he hadn't expected that question.
He shrugs in response. --"Only if I forget to take it off."He responded, his voice gruff. She hummed and stood to her feet.
Buggy watched her walk over to his desk, his eyebrows pulling together as he leaned back on his mattress with the help of his hands.
After a few seconds, she turned around with a packet of wipes in her hands. --"This packet is full, Buggy."She was almost scolding him as she walked back over to him.
"So?"He murmured, watching her return back to the spot she had been sitting in before, sitting the packet of wipes next to her. She scoffs a little at his tone.
"What do you mean 'so'? you have got to take better care of your skin."She told him. --"What you need is some TLC."She said with a grin. He leaned forward to pull off the fake clown nose she had forgotten she was still wearing.
He completely ignored her scrutinising. --"heh, you look cute with the big red nose."He compliments. Her cheeks heat as she starts to pull a wipe out from the packet she had retrieved from his desk.
"So do you."She retaliated, pushing herself up onto her knees so she was a little closer to his face. Buggy's throat goes dry at the sudden closeness.
"not according too-"He started off only for her to interrupt him, lifting the wet wipe to his cheek. --"I don't care what others say. Your nose is what makes you unique and cool."She told him, her eyes not looking into his and instead focusing on where she was scrubbing his face.
Her words forced him into silence, and he pondered her words as she gently wiped off his clown makeup. She had never actually seen him without his theatric circus makeup so imagine her surprise at the man underneath it.
A small chuckle bubbled up her throat as she wiped away the remainder of his makeup. --"You never told me you had such a handsome face underneath the chaos." She comments, rubbing off some of the red makeup around his lips.
Buggy's throat goes dry again at her words, his cheeks turning the same colour as his red makeup. After a few more moments, she had thrown the wipe to the ground with a soft smile on her face.
"There. All done."She told him, standing up to throw the wipe in the bin. Buggy glanced over to his reflection in the mirror above his desk, y/n's words filling him with the tiniest amount of confidence.
His eyes then found her. He took notice that she was still in her circus outfit. Feeling his gaze on her, she glanced down and shook her head.
"I, uh, didn't get the chance to change..."She trailed off with a nervous chuckle. She nodded her head over to the heels she had discarded at his door. --"Those heels you make me wear are real killers."She mused, folding her arms over her chest as Buggy stood his feet.
She almost shrank back as he walked over to her, his figure craning over hers. His gaze falls to her legs for a moment before a blush coated his cheeks and he forced himself to look back up at her face.
"I, uh-"He paused to clear his throat, --"You can borrow a shirt if you want."he offered. An appreciative smile appears on her face as she nods her head.
"I'd appreciate that."She told him. With a nod, she watched Buggy walk over and begin to look through the clothes in his drawers.
Standing by almost nervously, she glanced down at her chipped nails. A frown settled on her face when she noticed the chip, deciding she would add a fresh coat tomorrow before the show.
Eventually, Buggy spun back around with an accomplished grin on his face and a shirt in his hands. y/n took in the details of his grin without the company of his clown makeup, her cheeks heating.
Her silence only had Buggy frown, nerves settling in as he remembered he was bare-faced. Noticing his nerves, her brown eyes widened and she walked towards him, shaking her head.
"Hey, no."She said defiantly as she reached him, resting a hand on his shoulder. --"You look great, Buggy."She informed him with a pointed look.
Her face was close to his as she scolded him for even thinking bad thoughts about his appearance. In her eyes Buggy is perfect. He will always be perfect in her eyes.
Buggy eyed her, his chest feeling heavy again. --"Why are you so good to me?"He mumbled to her. She blinked in surprise at the question, not expecting it.
But she didn't miss a beat with her response. --"Because I care about you, Buggy."She told him lifting her hand to rest against his cheek again. --"And I want you to see yourself how I see you."She told him, standing a little closer to him as she spoke.
By now they were a few inches apart, their chests nearly touching. Buggy suddenly lifted both of his gloved hands to rest against her face. If he stood this close to any of his other crew members they would be flinching back in fear but not y/n. She would never be frightened of him.
He always had treated her differently.
She leaned into his touch as he took a small step closer, their feet touching. Her chest, too, started to feel heavy as she watched his gaze flicker between her brown eyes and her smooth lips.
The tension snapped as his lips hesitantly moved to press against hers. She felt him tilt his head as her hands clutched his vest and tugged him closer to her.
The kiss was soft. There was no neediness or frustration behind it. It was sweet. Her lips moved up into a smile as she stood on her toes, feeling him rest his hands on her hips.
Buggy was certain that his heartbeat was in his ears. He was holding his breath as his lips slid softly against hers, his hands switching between resting on her hips and her jaw. The fear of messing this up was prominent in the back of his mind but he must be doing something right if she hadn't moved away in disgust yet.
After around 10 more seconds she pulled back and held a finger up between their mouths with a small smile. --"As much as I would love to keep doing this-"She grabbed the clothes from Buggy's hands. --"I need to change."She reminded him.
Buggy stood dazed as he watched her disappear into his bathroom with his clothes, the door shutting behind her. He stood there feeling as though he was going to fall over from the shakiness in his legs.
He hadn't planned on kissing her it seemed to just happen on instinct. Not that he was complaining. Apparently, he stood there like this for a while because he was still standing there in a daze when she walked out of the bathroom.
His shirt reached mid-thigh but she didn't mind. She walked over to put her own clothes next to her heels. His limbs finally started to work as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed.
She raised an eyebrow. --"Do you sleep in that?"She giggled, gesturing to his clothing. He glanced down and shrugged his shoulders. --"Most of the time, yeah."He responded as she walked closer to him.
He eyed her with a dazed look in his eyes. --"You look good in my shirt, sweets."He comments, leaning forward to grab her wrist and tug her closer to him so she is standing between his legs.
A bashful smile appeared on her face as he wrapped both arms around her waist in a bold manner. A thoughtful smile appeared on her face as she rested her hands on his cheeks.
"What is it?"He asked, tilting his head to the side. She shrugged, biting her top lip as she smiled. --"I'm just happy I managed to cheer you up is all."She responded, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his forehead.
His eyes shut at the feeling of her lips against his forehead, his heart swelling in his ribcage with uncertainty. He wasn't used to this sort of affection.
But he craved the attention she gave him, just like how he craved the love from the crowd at his shows. He had been begging for some love all of his life and he had it now. He didn't plan on losing it any time soon.
She pulled back and swatted her hand against his bicep with a smile. --"Alright, is that seriously what you wear to sleep?"She questioned, raising an eyebrow. He hummed and shook his head. --"Nah, I usually sleep with nothing on but I doubt you want to see that in your first stay, toots."He smirked with his words, winking as he watched a blush rise to her cheeks at the thought.
Shaking her head, she moved away from his grip to plop down onto the bed next to him. --"At least take off the vest."She hummed, laying back against the pillows.
Buggy fought back a sarcastic response as he unbuckled his vest and slid it off. y/n slid underneath the covers, sighing contently as her red hair spread out against the pillow.
After a few moments, Buggy was joining her under the covers. He paused a little when feeling her almost instantly shuffle closer to him and rest her head on his bare chest.
His heart stuttered a little as he settled himself beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. This position was new to him but he wasn't complaining.
Nuzzling her face against his chest, she moved an arm to wrap around his waist, her eyes falling shut. A grin spread across Buggy's face as he leaned his cheek on the top of her head.
Reaching across, her turned off the lamp that sat beside his bed. Darkness coats the room as he feels her snuggle closer to him, a smile on her lips.
Pulling off his gloves, he sat them next to his lamp, his bare hands resting against her forearm. Grinning, he shut his own eyes, sleep almost instantly taking control of his form and hers.