#ernesto x reader

[bluessmau]

Offending Odors

In which GN!Reader smells like another man, and their boyfriend, Cater/Silver/Ernesto/ Skully, does not like it.

Fluff. Gender-neutral!Reader. Established relationship.

Cater Diamond

Silver Vanrouge

Ernesto Foulworth

Skully J. Graves

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[velvetydream]

⋆.˚ ★— [ HCs and Assumptions on Fellow and Gidels past ]

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a/n : A little hcs collection to get an idea on how I write Fellow (and Gidel platonically) x reader soon, especially about how I picture his past and joining Playful Land to be like!♡

More might be added later, especially HCs of the canon event timeline, as soon as I read through it!

Word count : 0.8k words

★﹐Masterlist．﹗﹑

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Past :

As we know Gidel is probably around 16 years younger than Fellow, I assume he found him and took him in when he was around 4-5 Years old, and Fellow was 20-21

Before arriving at Playful Land, Fellow did everything to raise Gidel, trying to earn the little money he could, any money would go to dress and feed Gidel, barely using any for himself

Fellow has a bad habit of smoking, trying to keep it on the low around Gidel, but as Gidel gets older it is harder for Fellow to do that

Fellow picked up on sewing and cooking, trying to save up as much money as he can, baking Gidel a cake even for his birthdays

Sometimes Fellow does hooks up/goes on dates with people to get money from them or a free meal, taking the leftovers home to Gidel, though he hates doing that and he only does it when it's a very bad month

Fellow has been treated like trash his whole life long, even when he was just Gidels age, so he tries his best to keep him away from the harm others can do, he does not trust other people with his brother at all

Gidel sometimes gets nightmares, crawling into Fellows' bed and cuddling him, the older acts annoyed but pulls him closer, telling him he will keep any bad dreams away from him, he bought him a nightlamp with money he saved up, the nightmares then got better

Since Fellow is the only family Gidel has, he is rather clingy. He often hugs Fellow, especially when he is scared or shy, hiding behind his legs and tugging on his coat

On the mention of a coat, when they're out and Gidel falls asleep, Fellow tugs him in under his coat, using it as a blanket for him

Fellow often got into fights when caught stealing, often ending with bruises here and there, Gidel learned how to patch him up after a while, making sure his wounds are clean and won't get an infection

And despite not having a good education thanks to the failed system, Fellow tries to teach Gidel the best he can, sometimes in fun ways too

They at some point lived in an abandoned apartment, it's small and dirty, but it kept them warm at night

Gidel brushes Fellows' tail whenever he is too busy for it, knowing how it bothers him when it knots up

Like for my hcs of Leona grooming his S/O and family like Cheka, I believe those two do too, especially in vulnerable times, licking ears and so on (don't be weird about this, it's simply showing affection and care), Fellow will also do it to his S/O weather they are a beastman/woman or not

Fellow also makes sure Gidel bathes at least once a week

The hardest time was when Gidel got sick, Fellow had to steal medicine because it's too expensive

Gidel has a lot of hand-me-downs from Fellow from when he was a kid or even sleepwear from a while ago, which is way too big on him, but it will do

Joining Playful Land :

Fellow at first unknowingly joined, thinking it was just a fun job for a while to keep him and Gidel afloat, not knowing of the basically human trafficking

The moment he got pulled into that, unable to ever leave, he feels like he failed Gidel, often crying when he thinks no one notices, Gidel often wipes away his tears with a soft smile

When he was new and had a pretty low position, he sometimes got into fights with the others working there, getting beaten up like in his past

Soon he understood the way things go there, using his pretty face and charm to climb up the ladder till he was a manager with a good position, which secured him and Gidel a rather decent life

He does Gidels makeup every day and styles his hair

Fellow often thinks about what could have been when the system hadn't failed them, especially when students of magic schools visited

They still often sleep in a bed together, especially when Gidel gets scared and worried about everything, Gidel does everything just for Fellow, he doesn't care about that job one bit and sometimes wishes to just go back to their life before, it was bad but they were free

Fellow started smoking more after taking on that job

Despite being a manager, they're both scared of their boss, like anyone else around there, especially once they got to know the real reason behind Playful Land, especially Gidel, who is scared of him, cowering behind Fellow, grabbing onto his coat, fisting it into his hands

Fellow doesn't let Gidel alone for too long either, always making sure he knows where he is, not trusting anyone there not to take him from him

Even after a while, Fellow still thinks he failed Gidel in not giving him a better life

He also won't let anyone touch Gidel, try to hurt him and you will get to know his big brother

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🎀Flufftober Day 22 – Sharing a blanket🎀

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The crowd on the corner roared with laughter and applause, coins flashing in the dusk light as Ernesto twirled his cane like a maestro of mischief. You’d only meant to stop for a moment. But somehow you’d ended up on stage with him, holding his battered top hat while he worked the crowd with that quicksilver grin.

“Now, ladies and gents!” he cried, voice smooth as caramel. “My lovely assistant here will prove that miracles do exist. If only you pay enough to see them!”

The hat filled fast. When the police whistle blew, it filled faster.

Ernesto glanced at you, grin sharp. “Time to make our grand exit, dove.”

You didn’t ask how he planned it; you just ran.

Through alleys that smelled like rain and smoke, under laundry lines and over crates, the two of you darted like foxes. Ernesto laughed the whole way, cane clattering against the stones. “Nothing like applause followed by a good chase! Builds character!”

“You call that character building?” you panted.

He shot you a wink. “I call it cardio.”

By the time the shouts faded, you were both leaning against the wall of a half-crumbling building, catching your breath. Ernesto straightened his hat, still chuckling. “Well, my daring volunteer, you’ve got talent. Quick feet, quicker smile.”

You tried not to grin back. “You could’ve warned me about the illegal part of the performance.”

“Illegal’s such a dreary word,” he said. “I prefer profitable but misunderstood.”

He twirled his cane once more, then softened. “Come on. You look frozen. You’ve nowhere to go, do you? I’ve seen you plenty of times on these streets.”

You hesitated. “…Not really.”

Something flickered behind his eyes — sympathy, maybe. He tilted his head toward the narrow staircase beside you. “Then you’re in luck. My grand estate is open to guests tonight.”

His “grand estate” turned out to be a single, drafty room above a shuttered tailor shop. Gino was already asleep on the couch, a little pile of blankets rising and falling with his quiet snores.

Ernesto rubbed the back of his neck. “’Fraid there’s not much to offer. Couch’s taken, floor’s cold, and the bed’s… well.” He looked sheepish. “It’s a bit small for two.”

“That’s fine,” you said quickly. “I’ll take the floor.”

He frowned, tail flicking. “Not a chance. I might be a scoundrel, but I’m not heartless.”

He rummaged through a trunk and pulled out a thick wool blanket. “Here,” he said, laying it out on the bed. “We’ll share. Strictly for warmth, you understand. Efficiency.”

You arched a brow. “Efficiency, huh?”

“Entirely practical,” he insisted, though the tips of his ears twitched pink.

Under the blanket, the night was quiet. Too quiet for Ernesto’s usual patter. He’d changed out of his flamboyant coat and vest, the hat and gloves folded neatly on the little nightstand. In their place he wore a thin, worn tank top and pajama pants covered in mismatched patches. His arms were lean and freckled, the color of copper and candlelight, a few scars scattered here and there. He caught you looking and laughed softly.

“Not what you expected from a showman, eh?” he said, tugging at a loose thread near his knee. “Can’t exactly sleep in all that velvet. The coat’s for show — this is the real uniform.”

You smiled, eyes drifting to the fabric. The pajama pants were full of patchwork, some pieces newer than others, stitched carefully in crooked but sturdy seams. “You did all those yourself?”

“Mm.” He gave a little shrug, but his voice softened. “Gino finds the scraps. I do the sewing. He’s got an eye for colors, that one. You wouldn’t think someone quiet as him could argue, but he manages it well enough.”

You tilted your head. “Argue?”

“Oh, sure.” Ernesto’s smile grew fond. “He’ll scowl at me if I pick the wrong thread. Or shake his head until I change it. Doesn’t need words — that boy’s got opinions, believe me.”

He ran a thumb over one of the patches, the stitches catching faintly against the calluses on his hand. “These trousers’ve seen better days, but they’re strong now. I did the same to his jacket last week — elbows were torn clean through. Took me half the night to fix, but he beamed like I’d handed him gold.”

A soft chuckle slipped from him. “Guess that’s one thing I am good at: keeping things together. Clothes, plans… people.”

He looked down at his handiwork again, eyes thoughtful. “He’s a good one, that boy. Smart, quick..too quick, sometimes. I try to keep him out of the real mess of things, but you know how it is. This world doesn’t offer much mercy, especially for the likes of us.”

He leaned back on one elbow, gazing at the cracked ceiling. “When I found him, he was running the same streets I used to. Couldn’t let him rot there. So I taught him the trade, how to spot the honest from the truly dangerous. How to smile, even when your pockets are empty. He deserves better than all this.”

You turned a little toward him, the blanket shifting. “He’s lucky to have you.”

He rubbed a hand over his face, and for once the grin faded into something weary but real. “I try, dove. I’m not strong, not gifted, but I can keep the boy fed. That’s worth something.”

“You do more than that,” you said.

He looked at you then, orange eyes catching the candlelight. “You really think so?”

You nodded. “You keep him safe. You make him laugh. That’s a lot.”

For a heartbeat he didn’t move. Then a faint, crooked smile returned. “Careful, dove, you’re making me sound like a decent man.”

“Maybe you are,” you said, teasing gently.

He chuckled, but it came out a little shy. “Don’t spread that rumor around. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

As you got under the blanket, you both tried to find a comfortable space. Him ever so careful to not overstep any boundaries. His arm brushed yours, warm and solid. And he froze, every bit of his charm slipping for a second.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to crowd you.”

“It’s fine,” you said softly.

He swallowed, then smiled without quite looking at you. “Good. Wouldn’t want to give you the wrong impression, you know.”

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed. “You’re doing great, maestro.”

That earned a quiet laugh, the kind that sounded almost like a sigh. “You really are trouble,” he said. “Sweet, but trouble all the same.”

“Then we match,” you whispered.

He went quiet again, tail flicking lazily beneath the blanket. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice barely above a murmur. “We do.”

And for the first time that day, Ernesto Foulworth didn’t talk himself out of the moment. He just stayed there beside you, eyes half-closed, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, his hand resting lightly over the edge of the shared blanket, close enough to feel the warmth, but careful not to take more than he was given.

Outside, the city muttered in its sleep, but inside the little room everything was still. Ernesto’s voice drifted once more, softer now, meant only for you.

“Sleep well, dove.”

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[frostyfoxx1]

Tbp 2 x reader - incorrect quotes

Contains: Billy, the victims (Spike, Felix, Cal) Gwen, you, Ernesto, Mustang and Finney

Tw: swearing, shipping between the characters and you (Gwen x you, Finney x you etc also Finney x Mustang, Gwen x Ernesto), yelling (in caps), suicide (only in Finney x you) I only know Spike’s name from the new victims 😔 but I’m pretty sure Cal is the drummer and Felix is the one who was at the table with the other campers

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squads~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You + Gwen/Billy/The victims;

Gwen: Fine! Judge all you want but… Gwen, points at Billy: Married a lesbian. Gwen, points at Cal: Left a man at the altar. Gwen, points at Felix: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer. Gwen, points at Y/n: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire. Gwen, points at Spike: Lives in a box!

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The Squad is playing Chess Felix: easily beats everyone because they know how to play Cal: doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway Y/n: doesn’t know the rules, and loses Billy: knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t Gwen: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so. Spike: They named a board game after cheese?

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The Squad is at Y/n’s house Billy: Ohhhh we each get our own oven? Y/n: …N-No… Y/n, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Billy, motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought! Gwen: I see a- Y/n, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Billy: Oh, well I- Y/n: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- fiddles with the buttons on the microwave Y/n, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Felix: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Cal: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Y/n: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’! Y/n: I am someone who owns four ovens… Y/n, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS… Spike, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven! Y/n: Billy: Ohhh, toasty! Four- Five ovens! Y/n: Y/n, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

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the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Gwen, Felix, and Billy: spinning a little and talking Y/n, Cal, and Spike: flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming

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You + Gwen/Ernesto/Finney/Mustang;

Mustang: Hey, what have you two been up to? Y/n: We were helping Ernesto write their vows, but they kicked us out because Finney was making inappropriate suggestions. Finney: How is “Gwen, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

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Finney: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Y/n and I are dating. Y/n, Gwen, Mustang, and Ernesto: gasp Finney: Y/n, why are you surprised?!

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Mustang: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple… Gwen: I really care about your feelings! Ernesto: I really care about YOUR feelings! Mustang, turning her head: …and then there's the disaster couple… Finney: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Y/n: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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You + Finney/Gwen;

Gwen: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Y/n. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Y/n! Finney: Nope. Gwen: In that case, as the archbishop of Finney's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Y/n right on the lips!!!

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Gwen, learning how to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time? Finney: The car takes a screenshot. Y/n: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

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playing twister Gwen: Right hand red. Y/n: ends up on top of Finney Finney: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Gwen: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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You + Ernesto/Gwen;

Ernesto: I didn't drink that much last night. Y/n: You were flirting with Gwen. Ernesto: So what? She’s my girlfriend. Y/n: You asked if she was single. Y/n: And then you cried when she said she wasn’t.

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Ernesto: What time is it? Y/n: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out Y/n: BLASTS the saxaphone Gwen: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING Y/n: It’s 2 am

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Ernesto: What do you think Gwen will do for a distraction? Y/n: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do. Building explodes and several car alarms go off Y/n: …or she could do that.

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You + Ernesto/Finney;

at 3am Ernesto: runs into Finney’s room and turns on the light Wake up sleepyhead! Finney: wakes up Dude! Ernesto: cackles Y/n: sits up from where they were sleeping behind Finney What the fuck, Ernesto? Ernesto: jaw drops Wait WHAT-

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Ernesto: So, Y/n and Finney. Ernesto: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Y/n: We had a bad day. Ernesto: And… MURDER?! Finney: It was a pretty bad day…

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Finney, to Y/n: Why is Ernesto not talking? Y/n: I'm playing the silent game with him. Finney: Well, then you just lost. Y/n: I lost two hours ago. I gave him ear plugs and told him to close his eyes. It was the only way I could think of to get him to shut up.

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You + Mustang/Finney;

Y/n: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Mustang: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Finney, deer!" Y/n: …And what did Finney do? Mustang: …He said "Yes, Honey?"

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Finney: We need a distraction. Mustang: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Y/n, whispering: My time has come.

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You + Billy (can be seen as platonic or romantic);

Y/n: Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it. Billy: …what happened? Y/n: I made a VERY bad mistake.

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Billy: Talk dirty to me~ Y/n: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high. Billy: Wha- Y/n: The economy is in shambles.

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Billy: I need life advice. Y/n, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

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You + Felix (can be seen as platonic or romantic);

Y/n: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Felix: …This just says “I can do what I want”.

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Y/n: Felix, you love me, right? Felix: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Y/n: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Felix: Not at all, Y/n. Merely your primitive methods.

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You + Cal (can be seen as platonic or romantic);

Y/n: Where are your parents? Cal: What are parents? Y/n: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

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Y/n: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Cal: But ya' didn't!

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Cal: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test! Y/n: Ok, Cal, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918? Cal: 1917. Y/n: …You're ready.

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You + Spike;

Y/n: Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost! Spike: That’s called murder and I heard somewhere that it was illegal.

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Spike: plays shreksophone Spike: Woo. Spike: Time to listen to this on loop for all eternity. Y/n: …Genius coping mechanism my friend

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Spike: Get your hand off my shield! Y/n: There's like a million other shields. Spike: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers. Y/n: hits Spike with the shield Oops! Now this one has blood on it.

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You + Gwen (can be seen as platonic or romantic);

Gwen: We’re getting married, bitches! Y/n: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

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Gwen, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Y/n: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Y/n: Y/n: It's perfume.

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Y/n: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch. Gwen: What changed your mind? Y/n: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

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You + Ernesto (can be seen as platonic or romantic);

Ernesto: You know, you were right. Y/n: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.

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Y/n: I love you. Ernesto, not paying attention: What was that? Y/n: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Y/n and Ernesto are texting Y/n: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE. Ernesto: I got spring water. Y/n: NO! Ernesto: With EXTRA minerals! Ernesto: It’s like licking a stalagmite! Y/n: DON’T COME HOME! Ernesto: Mmmmmm, cave water.

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You + Finney (can be seen as platonic or romantic);

Y/n: Cronch. Y/n: You hear that? That's the sound of me eating sticks. Finney: No, don’t— Y/n: Too late.

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Y/n: Are you ready to commit? Finney: Like, a crime, suicide or a relationship?

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Y/n: I'm tired. Finney: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?! Y/n: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.