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.
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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.
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Their nicknames for you โก
Pairs: Twst characters x you
Characters: NRC + Rollo, Che'nya, Neige, Skully, Fellow/Ernesto
POV: their nicknames for you in a relationship
A/n: The moment Playful land comes to eng servers, and I watch the Nightmare Before Christmas event translated, iโm scared the urge to add Fellow and Skully into the Monster!Twst will take over!! (Also, I will still be calling Fellow, Fellow, and not Ernesto ๐ญ, unless that name somehow grows on me.)
Pairing: [Monster!Twst] x Reader, ft. Fellow Honest & Skully J. Graves
Warnings: Murder, Posseive Traits, Kissing
Marionette!Fellow (Ironic for him), who constantly wraps the strings of his body around you at any moment possible, always have a trace of him on your body, or even better (worse), a discreet way of knowing where you are at all times. The number of times the other monsters have spotted an obnoxiously thin string wrapped around you has happened too many times to count. The one who gets the most pissed by this occurrence though, is Leona, who essentially does the same thing Fellow does but with his bandages. Do you know how annoying it is to try wrapping you with a piece of him only to find a stupid barely visible wire already wrapped around the place he was going to mark?!
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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!โก
More might be added later, especially HCs of the canon event timeline, as soon as I read through it!
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๐Flufftober Day 22 โ Sharing a blanket๐
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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. Youโd only meant to stop for a moment. But somehow youโd ended up on stage with him, holding his battered top hat while he worked the crowd with that quicksilver grin.
โNow, ladies and gents!โ he cried, voice smooth as caramel. โMy lovely assistant here will prove that miracles do exist. If only you pay enough to see them!โ
The hat filled fast. When the police whistle blew, it filled faster.
Ernesto glanced at you, grin sharp. โTime to make our grand exit, dove.โ
You didnโt 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. โNothing like applause followed by a good chase! Builds character!โ
โYou call that character building?โ you panted.
He shot you a wink. โI call it cardio.โ
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. โWell, my daring volunteer, youโve got talent. Quick feet, quicker smile.โ
You tried not to grin back. โYou couldโve warned me about the illegal part of the performance.โ
โIllegalโs such a dreary word,โ he said. โI prefer profitable but misunderstood.โ
He twirled his cane once more, then softened. โCome on. You look frozen. Youโve nowhere to go, do you? Iโve seen you plenty of times on these streets.โ
You hesitated. โโฆNot really.โ
Something flickered behind his eyes โ sympathy, maybe. He tilted his head toward the narrow staircase beside you. โThen youโre in luck. My grand estate is open to guests tonight.โ
His โgrand estateโ 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. โโFraid thereโs not much to offer. Couchโs taken, floorโs cold, and the bedโsโฆ well.โ He looked sheepish. โItโs a bit small for two.โ
โThatโs fine,โ you said quickly. โIโll take the floor.โ
He frowned, tail flicking. โNot a chance. I might be a scoundrel, but Iโm not heartless.โ
He rummaged through a trunk and pulled out a thick wool blanket. โHere,โ he said, laying it out on the bed. โWeโll share. Strictly for warmth, you understand. Efficiency.โ
You arched a brow. โEfficiency, huh?โ
โEntirely practical,โ he insisted, though the tips of his ears twitched pink.
Under the blanket, the night was quiet. Too quiet for Ernestoโs usual patter. Heโd 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.
โNot what you expected from a showman, eh?โ he said, tugging at a loose thread near his knee. โCanโt exactly sleep in all that velvet. The coatโs for show โ this is the real uniform.โ
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. โYou did all those yourself?โ
โMm.โ He gave a little shrug, but his voice softened. โGino finds the scraps. I do the sewing. Heโs got an eye for colors, that one. You wouldnโt think someone quiet as him could argue, but he manages it well enough.โ
You tilted your head. โArgue?โ
โOh, sure.โ Ernestoโs smile grew fond. โHeโll scowl at me if I pick the wrong thread. Or shake his head until I change it. Doesnโt need words โ that boyโs got opinions, believe me.โ
He ran a thumb over one of the patches, the stitches catching faintly against the calluses on his hand. โThese trousersโve seen better days, but theyโre strong now. I did the same to his jacket last week โ elbows were torn clean through. Took me half the night to fix, but he beamed like Iโd handed him gold.โ
A soft chuckle slipped from him. โGuess thatโs one thing I am good at: keeping things together. Clothes, plansโฆ people.โ
He looked down at his handiwork again, eyes thoughtful. โHeโs 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 doesnโt offer much mercy, especially for the likes of us.โ
He leaned back on one elbow, gazing at the cracked ceiling. โWhen I found him, he was running the same streets I used to. Couldnโt 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.โ
You turned a little toward him, the blanket shifting. โHeโs lucky to have you.โ
He rubbed a hand over his face, and for once the grin faded into something weary but real. โI try, dove. Iโm not strong, not gifted, but I can keep the boy fed. Thatโs worth something.โ
โYou do more than that,โ you said.
He looked at you then, orange eyes catching the candlelight. โYou really think so?โ
You nodded. โYou keep him safe. You make him laugh. Thatโs a lot.โ
For a heartbeat he didnโt move. Then a faint, crooked smile returned. โCareful, dove, youโre making me sound like a decent man.โ
โMaybe you are,โ you said, teasing gently.
He chuckled, but it came out a little shy. โDonโt spread that rumor around. Iโve got a reputation to protect.โ
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.
โSorry,โ he murmured. โDidnโt mean to crowd you.โ
โItโs fine,โ you said softly.
He swallowed, then smiled without quite looking at you. โGood. Wouldnโt want to give you the wrong impression, you know.โ
โMm-hmm,โ you hummed. โYouโre doing great, maestro.โ
That earned a quiet laugh, the kind that sounded almost like a sigh. โYou really are trouble,โ he said. โSweet, but trouble all the same.โ
โThen we match,โ you whispered.
He went quiet again, tail flicking lazily beneath the blanket. โYeah,โ he said finally, voice barely above a murmur. โWe do.โ
And for the first time that day, Ernesto Foulworth didnโt 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. Ernestoโs voice drifted once more, softer now, meant only for you.
โSleep well, dove.โ
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Unique Kisses: Honest Fellow
Heartslabyul ||ย Savanaclaw ||ย Octavinelleย ||ย Scarabiaย ||ย Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow
a/n: fluff, implied female reader (โprincessโ pet name). I have no idea how to deal with the brainriot that came with the appearance of this shady man, like what.
Honest Fellow (teasing kisses)
โMy little star,โ Fellowโs lips trail your knuckles, and you can feel a smile against your skin as he senses your pulse quicken. He has the audacity to look so gentlemanly, oh so very blithely, as if this idea has just struck his head under this eveningโs romantic atmosphere. โMay I have this kiss?โ
Youโd like to reply, really, but in the next second there are lips on your jawline and a glowed hand that raises your chin; the words you had on your tongue die as you gasp slightly, your eyes fluttering open by the sudden sensation.
Well, youโre charmed. Infatuated with love or ensorceled by a thick layer of Fellowโs unique magic, you donโt reject those dramatic touches, scenic enough to feel like being pulled into a play where a gentlemanly prince kisses a princess.
And while Fellow might have the reputation of being a gentleman, heโs too impish, too rouge to be one. He can only play the role, the facade might even drop, but dumb princessesโyou dare to compare yourself to one as Fellow uses that pet name, among countless othersโare known for falling even for twisted men.
โWhy so quiet?โ He asks, and you quiver with frustration, as he seals your lips again. That damn bastard; he thinks the navy suit he wears makes him look sleek and the way he tucks his holey gloves off is luscious enough to make your cheeks blush. He isnโt that wrong, yetโฆ
โฆIt is infuriating to dance to Fellowโs tune in a choreography he is a lead to. Even if you love him.
โStopโฆ teasing me like this,โ you manage to lift your head enough so that you break the kiss. Fellow snorts at your poor attempt to catch a breath and at the weak try to keep him at your elbowโs distance, as he holds you close to his chest. The sweet scent of the cologne he wears makes you even more dizzy.
He moves his hands to your hair and tucks the stray locks behind your ear. If he could grab the camera, he would capture the adorable expression you wearโbut he doesnโt want to waste his time searching for that fickle thing, no, no. He isnโt able to concentrate on anything else, and he needs to satisfy the whim of alluring you (once again) before heโll be physically able to move away.
โMy, you donโt sound very convincing,โ he smiles and strokes your cheek so gently. โBut I will believe you. Loveliest, just say a word, and Iโll just kiss you goodnight for the last time.โ
Like you couldโve expected, you arenโt granted a chance to say anything else. He kisses you more and more, and at this point, the most fastidious princess would be already satisfied.
โฆFellow might be scared. He might not want to hear your answer, even if the look in your eyes and the way your heart beats should be enough to suffice any of his questions.
If you could utter a word, you would confess your love once for the thousandth time.
โThatโs right. The silence says it all,โ he whispers as his thumb traces your lips. โYou are so gorgeous, and you are mine.โ
Like a doll. But youโre no doll, youโre more beautiful than any masterpiece magic could ever create. Youโre free, and you choose to stay with him. There are no strings attached to your hands that keep him at his side. There is just one, tightly knotted on your heart and itโs a cherished bond you put on yourself.
He doesnโt have a puppet in you. He has a lover who will shower him with selfless love, yet he still canโt believe anyone would have given it to him for free.
So, he mustโve stolen it.
He smiles. โBy obligation of being a thief, I will steal your heart all over again, and keep it safe with me.โย I love you.ย "Thatโs the duty I owe to myself as you are my treasure.โ
Even if
Fellow honest x reader (not yuu)
Summary: random summer night with the two of you sharing feelings? Established relationship btw so he ain't rejecting no one eheheh. Fluff and slight angst I think? The most they do is kiss so it's sfw.
Notes: sorry if it sucks but it's been some months since I've written anything and english is isn't my first language, in any case enjoy! :D
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It was rare to see him so calm. The night was just like the past one, quiet and warm, that type of warmth that doesn't make it uncomfortable to wear a shirt but that at the same time still makes you want to drink something cold, because you know that if you drank tea it would get too hot and then that balance would be shattered. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings, then again this was the only time of the day where he could relax, even if a little, so why take it away from him.
The usual smell of smoke lingered in the air, a thin cloud making it a little harder to see him as clearly as you wanted. He never stopped smoking, since the first day you met he always had a cigar or cigarette between his fingers, it almost amazed you how his voice didn't change that much even after all these years of consuming them. Not that you could blame him, his life had never been easy on him and if he found peace in a piece of paper that tasted like nicotine then he could keep on smoking as much as he wanted, it would probably hurt him more if he stopped this habit than keep on smoking.
Gidel wasn't around, not that it surprised you, just like his brother he usually used the late evening for himself, even if he didn't smoke he still needed some time alone, just like everybody else.
You kept on staring at him, looking at him with too much love in your eyes, even if he wasn't a nice person, even if he didn't take care of himself as much as he took care of his brother, even if the shirt he was wearing was probably the same he wore the week before because, when you don't have time and money, every little thing counts and a new piece of clothing isn't in those calculations. He wasn't the best, and he knew it, he knew it since he was little because in a world like this he would have never been enough even if he kept on trying, even if he had enough magic to go to school, to make a name for himself, one associated with bravery, power... and not a sketchy place where he had to ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด to survive.
The cloud of smoke was now on you, staining your clothes with that smell that never wants to be washed of, that smell that's better than a perfume when associated with something nice, with ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ nice, and he was, to you. Not to the students, not to his boss, not to the people that he had to convince to come to a magic place just to be sold as puppets, but to ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
To ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ because ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ never criticized his antics, because ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ never complained if he didn't have the energy to keep everything tidy, because ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ never mentioned his lack of knowledge because of the system that failed him.
To ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ because he knew he loved you since the first time you met.
The yellow light of the nearby street lamp was the only thing making his figure visible to your eyes, a sight that never failed to make you smile, even if only internally sometimes.
"Doll, you are staring..."
He wasn't annoyed, even if his tone would make anyone think that, he wasn't and you knew it.
"Does it bother you?"
"...."
"You know it never does"
And there it was, that light smile he wore only when around you, one which took too much time to finally see, and now that you could you would never be bored by.
"Well that's good to know because I wasn't gonna stop anyway"
The sound of his laugh ringing in your ears was the only thing distracting you from the way his canines were shining thanks to what little moonlight reached the two of you. As much as you wanted to compliment him for every little thing about his appearance and personality it always felt as if he would take it as a joke and never believe you, despite how many times you said you loved him.
Well maybe there's a first time for everything... who knows.
"Love?"
"Mmmhh"
"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"
The silence after that was almost deafening.
"If you say so"
Damn him and his non existent self esteem.
"I don't just ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ I know so"
Even if your eyes were searching for his they could never meet, thanks to his brilliant idea of ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ every time you tried to have a heartfelt conversation.
At least deciding to sit on his lap made it easier to look at him, the only downside being the two shades of red adorning his face making it harder to see his freckles in the night.
"Hey"
"๐๐ฆ๐บ"
His voice sounded muffled, probably thanks to how much he was pressing his face in the palm of your hand, surely to try and keep on hiding himself.
"Love, look at me"
Slowly, too slowly, he decided that maybe looking at you wasn't so bad, despite how much his head told him not to. His ears were twitching, probably the only thing expressing how he was feeling seeing the situation.
"You okay?"
"๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ"
What he wanted to say was something along the lines of "of course now that you are in my arms" but it sounded too cheesy even for him.
"If you say so"
Yeah he sure was, considering how hard his hands were gripping your waist and how he began to hide his face in the crook of your neck.
"It's okay love, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐บ"
His grip on you tightening only meant one thing, he was feeling worse than usual. Slowly moving your hands up his back you finally reached the back of his head, fluffy hair the color of caramel now between your fingers, a hum of approval murmured near your ear while your fingertips begun to gently stroke his ears. You knew he liked it, it was one of the first things he told you when you begun seeing each other and, after so much time you couldn't count how many occasions ended this way.
Finally his hands started to loose that bruising grip that had you almost blocked in the same position for too much time to be considered comfortable, deciding to move them on your hips to help keeping you on his lap.
"Do you think that Gidel will come here soon?"
"Probably not, he's usually walking near the ferris wheel at this time, going back here would take more than twenty minutes"
"Good, more time for us"
"What do you mean by tha-"
Unfortunately for him his time to speak was cut short by your mouth on his, shutting him up completely. With a hand still on the back of his head he didn't have many options but to keep the same pace as yours. As much as he didn't have money to buy things like chapstick he still had pretty soft lips, a nice contrast to the sharp teeth behind them.
Pulling away was always the hardest part, the both of you unsure on who had to separate from the other first, resulting in a rather awkward series of random messy kisses near the lips but never perfectly on them because of the dizziness.
Damn the lack of oxygen.
Small fleeting pecks were now placed on his neck, slowly going back up to once again reach his face. Finally able to look in his eyes ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ were now the one left speechless. He ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ look as flushed as you thought, except for the smile that adorned his face. A genuine one, probably the most beautiful one you have ever seen him wear. He was stunning, he really was. Be it the messy hair, the freckled cheeks, the honey colored irises or, in this case, the small smile gracing his lips.
You probably ended up with the same expression because the next thing you knew was him looking a little worried and asking why did you look so happy.
"Why do you think uh?"
"If I knew I wouldn't have asked no?"
He was smirking, he knew what you were thinking but he wanted to hear it, he would never get tired of hearing you say it.
"I love you, ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด?"
And of course it was, it was as clear as day but he had to listen to you say it, he had to watch the way your lips moved while you said it because damn it, it was probably the most addicting thing he had ever come across.
"๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด"
His heartbeat was calmer now, it surely was easier to hear when you face was pressed against his chest, feeling him move even so slightly with every breath he took. The positions were reversed now, his hand on the back of your head, making sure that if you fell asleep you wouldn't hit it anywhere. His other arm was still around you, keeping you close, almost shielding you from any possible danger.
The night was still warm, summer still present even if now coming to a close. At this point you were the one covered in moonlight, a blanket on your skin making you glow in an almost ethereal light. If he didn't know any better he would think you weren't from this world, then again, maybe it wasn't that far fetched.
"Are you still awake?"
"Mmmh.."
"Nothing to worry about doll, just asking"
"๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ..."
Your voice was already laced with sleep, unable to form a complete sentence but luckily still able to process what he was saying.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.."
"That time I told you that one day I'd tell you a secret, the most important one... to me at least"
"๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ... ๐๐ฎ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ"
"Sure sure but for how much of a secret it is you probably have already figured it out..."
Silence.
You were probably sleeping now.
"๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต... ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ"
You might be sleeping but even if you didn't hear his words just now he was sure you would be hearing them again when he'd finally find the courage to ask you to marry him... even if in his own way.
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