#golden freddy x reader

[stargalaxxy]

Hiii! If you aren't busy could you please do a Golden Freddy x reader?

Omggg my first request, yes yes yes, Im so sorry I made it a bit spicy and romantic 𖦹ᯅ𖦹 I wasn't too sure of what you wanted so I assumed im so sorry. But I really hope you like it (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

˚✧˖˳ᡣ𐭩˖˳✧˚

Golden Freddy x Reader

Now Playing: Cupid by, Jack Stauber 𓆩♡𓆪

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  「 ✦ Old Times ✦ 」

“Goldie! Hey Goldie!” you hiss as you walk around the pizzeria. 

You were avoiding the gang to hang out with Goldie much to their disapproval when you voiced your interest in him to Chica and she blabbed to the guys. 

Darn you Chica…

You met Golden on your last day of night guard duty, as you had already met the rest of the gang prior days to you working the night shift. Golden was the last to show himself, it was clear he was standoffish as he blatantly tells you that he does not trust you and thinks you should quit. 

But somehow as you kept coming back, Golden became attached, as stating that since the gang did not like him hanging out with you, he would most definitely do so now. 

However, you knew it ran a bit deeper than that~

When you got more acquainted, Golden tells you that he had always been with you since your first night there as he was just watching you.

It appears he was trying to creep you out however, you found it endearing that Golden was looking out for you in his own way.

Even with Goldens first introduction to you being a bit harsh you two became a lot closer as you found yourself going to him much more.

That was two months ago… 

Anyways the gang have been extra clingy since then and you just now got away to try and find the golden bear.

“Golden-“

“Geez (y/n), you don’t have to scream my name to hang out with me~” you felt his breath tickle your ear as you turn around to see his face close to yours. He had on a teasing grin his hands behind his back as he was leaning down to your height almost mockingly so. 

You smile as you take a step back and Golden straightens himself, “well you weren’t answering so of course I had to call for you” poking his chest playfully Golden looks away without turning his head his grin still plastered on his face.

“I’m a busy guy what can I say…”

You roll your eyes as you start walking away knowing that Golden would follow. The sound of footsteps behind you approved of your guess.

“Yea yea, teasing Bonnie is not an appropriate busy thing” you look back to Golden who smiles, “it is when you make it a part of your schedule~” 

Golden huffs as he reaches into his pocket pulling out a piece of paper with glasses that looked all too familiar to Freddy’s.

“12:00 am wake up, 1:00 am tease Bonnie, 1:30 am eat Chica’s��food-“you stifle you laugh.

“Wait you need an hour to wake up?”

“Hush I’m reading here” Golden sassed as he flaps the paper as if clearing dirt and continues, adjusting his glasses.

“3:20 am find you” you looked down at your watch it was indeed 3:21 am. He takes his glasses off as they disappear somewhere.

“Well, you found me, so what’s next?” you walk over to see his schedule only to find nothing on the paper.

“What the heck there’s nothing on there! You crazy bear!” you go to grab it as Golden lifts it away from you.

“Of course there is, I take this schedule seriously to stay sane in this place” he smiles as he looks down to you trying to grab the piece of paper from his hand. You finally stop when he starts laughing at you, knowing that you’ll never get the paper not without a ladder at least. 

You huff as you glare at his laughing face, Golden finally stops and looks to you. He just loved teasing you, “oh, don’t be so mad, love” Golden coos as he leans down to your level paper still in the air.

His nicknames never failed to fluster you as you look away your cheeks pink, “whatever you bum~” you elbow his gut,

He groans mockingly, you knew he wasn’t hurt, but he loved to fake it for your attention.

“Ugh, you wound me, my darling~” he pulls a pained expression as he lays on you, his entire weight on you.

You gasp as you struggle under his weight as you try to balance yourself and him “Go-Golden you’re too heavy...” you heave out your sentence as your legs began to shake, “Oh I don’t think I can go on...” Goldens eyes close as he goes limp in your arms. 

You moan as you try pushing him off before your legs gave up. “Then die on the floor not on me I still have so much to live for… EEP!!” your legs fail you as you both fall Golden on top of you his tongue gravitates out of his mouth. 

“Golden!!” you whine as your face was now red, the position you both were in did not leave much room for Jesus. 

You could hear Golden chuckle, “get up you lug! You weight a ton!!” you try to shimmy your way out; however, Golden keeps you tight under him.

He cracks open one eye as you could see a smirk on his lips.

“Hey (y/n), wanna know what was next on my schedule~?” Goldens voice was a lot deeper now his mouth close to your ear as it tickled your nerves.

Bro please stahp…

Closing your eyes, you look away you felt as though you were holding your breath as a dumb smile laced your plump lips.

As much as you wanted to deny it, being under Golden wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“w-what?” you ask taking the bait as you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at the blond, but Golden wanted to see you. As he finally leans up both hands locking you into place his smirk turns into a genuine smile at your cute blushy face as you finally look to him.

“You” Golden finally breaths out as quiet as ever but you could hear him.

Your breathing stopped as your eyes grow wide you make a surprised noise as you try to speak,

“Go-Golden a-are you su-“

“You said you were gonna show me that new anime, right?” 

What…

“Huh, wha-what?” Golden held an innocent smile as he tilts his head, his ear wiggle. It was cute, a cute punchable face.

He finally stands walking over your body with his hands in his pocket, you lay there your chest tight and your breathing uneven. Golden looks back as you finally face him leaning your head up at an awkward angle seeing him look back with the dim light glow on his face.

Handsome punchable face.

“You c’mon?” he grins, arching a brow, you couldn’t see but he was blushing, you look so cute right now.

You huff as you stand, walking over to him as you glare up at Golden, your fists locked,

“So, what anime did you have in mind-?”

You never punched a man so hard before.

Man, animatronic bear android…

He groans as he holds his chin as you start walking to his room, leaving him in his defeated place.

“Oh, your fiiiine~” you tease, you finally make it to Goldens door as you look back, he was leaning down holding his face.

You almost dropped your facade as you had thought he was genuinely hurt.

Until he looked up with a smirk, “oohoho, you’re gonna get it, little girl~” Golden holds out his hands as he wiggles his fingers in a tickling motion. His taunting laughs fill your ears.

Oh no…

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Aaaaa I really hope you liked it waaaaa 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[olivia200312]

Just Gold~ Golden Freddy x Human! Reader

Plot: Y/N enters the building because of her curiosity, where she meets a golden bear and his best friend. But there is a surprising calling.

This one shot is inspired by both the song and the animation made by their respective creators. Credits go to them! Am I the only one who finds Goldie handsome in this video? Normally, I like Golden Freddy's personality from the Fnaf SFM videos from Zajchu37 but in this oneshot, he's different based on this animation song video. Also, the animatronics are not possessed by children. 

Should I make a fanfic based on this one shot?

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Y/N stood outside the building with her flashlight in her hand. It was night outside and it was chilly temperatures. She took a deep breath as she entered and activated her flashlight, lit it on. Y/N began walking deeper as the doors closed behind her. She froze in her spot and when she walked back to the door and pulled, it was strongly locked. She felt trapped. She was trapped. But she didn't know that she was trapped... forever. She gulped as she turned around and entered the building deeper. There were destroyed animatronics, the toy versions. She remembered them as a small child but those memories were barely alive inside her head. 

The girl felt scared as she was not a fan of dark places. Why did she break in the first place? She should've stayed home and slept safely in her home. She should've gone to school to finish her studies. But she was here, in the pizzeria—an abandoned one. 

Y/N felt like she was being watched and stopped in her place. She let out a shaky breath and tried to relax herself. But she failed. That's when her eyes went wide and she froze in her spot once she felt someone breathing on her neck. Y/N didn't dare to move but shone the flashlight down to her feet and saw another shadow behind her, a form of a torn rabbit animatronic. Y/N opened her mouth and was about to scream but a paw covered her mouth and his free arm wrapped around her to pull her into the darkness... She was also knocked unconscious.

Later~

Y/N slowly woke up from her 'sleep'. Who knocked her out? Who pulled her into the darkness? She gasped and immediately sat up. She looked around and she found out that she was in a fairly nice-looking bedroom. She was also undressed, in a loose F/C tanktop and comfy shorts. Who undressed her? Y/N hoped that it wasn't someone perverts! 

Y/N placed her bare feet on the carpet floor and stood up. She felt weak as she just woke up but someone must've been very strong to knock her out. She walked towards the drawer because on top of it was a mirror. She looked at herself and realized her skin was a tiny bit pale, which must be because she was not in the sun for hours. There were no windows, which confused her. At least there was light in the bedroom. 

That's when the door opened and Y/N let out a small gasp as she turned around and there was a rotten green rabbit animatronic. His eyes were grey, and he had scars on his face and his body. Some wires like red and blue were showing. The green rabbit also had some holes in his body. Y/N felt scared and the green rabbit grinned at her. 

"It's time to go to my brother/old friend," the green rabbit responded as he walked up to her and grabbed her so she wouldn't escape. Y/N began struggling as his arms were around her but the green rabbit was strong. 

"Let me go! Help! Somebody!"

"No one is gonna save you, Y/N." The rabbit smirked at her as Y/N froze in his arms. The girl quickly woke up and she struggled even harder. How did he know her name? The green rabbit scowled and he tightened his grip, causing Y/N to let out an "Ouch!". But when they went through the doors, the green rabbit threw her on the floor and Y/N let out an "Oof!". Y/N slowly looked up and there was a pile of head animatronics and on the very top was a chair made out of animatronics as well. On the chair, sat a golden bear. He smirked at her like a sexy beast he was.

Y/N couldn't help but blush. Wait, why was she blushing? The golden bear up there was a dangerous animatronic! But he looked sexy. Yes, there was a brown toy bear, that being Toy Freddy but Y/N never knew that a golden animatronic bear existed. He looked so clean, so new, so handsome, and even... just gold. 

The golden bear looked at the green rabbit. "Thank you, Springtrap. You may leave."

Springtrap, the green rabbit, nodded and Y/N looked over her shoulder as the rabbit left the room. Once the doors were closed, Y/N looked back at the golden bear, who was now standing in front of her. She squeaked in shock and wanted to crawl away but the golden bear raised his hand and Y/N thought he was gonna slap her so she closed her eyes, preparing to feel a stinging of pain but it never came... Instead, she felt something so soft and warm against her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into the empty black eyes of the golden bear. There were only 2 dots that color were white. The golden bear was stroking and cupping her cheek. Y/N was lost in his eyes. 

The golden bear smirked a little bit before he finally started speaking. "It's nice to finally meet you, my dear. My name is Golden Freddy. You look more beautiful than in the picture."

His voice was also sexy. Y/N blushed even harder. Golden Freddy, the golden bear, was like a real living furry! How on earth was he alive? Y/N's breathing became quicker as Golden Freddy leaned in and... kissed her on her lips. The girl blushed furiously as the kiss was full of passion and... love. Was Golden Freddy in love with her? But how? How did he see her? She never saw him, she just met him! And now he was kissing her? 

Y/N saw that Golden Freddy's eyes were closed and slowly, Y/N's eyes closed as well and finally, she kissed him back. 

[ghostgirl101]

Imagine making friends with Cassidy, the young boy possessing Golden Freddy.

|| Word Count: 522 || Platonic Fluff ||

A/N: Goldie's my favourite character from the FNAF world, so I had to write a bit of something for him .-. if you want to see anything specific for any of the FNAF. movie characters then go ahead and request some stuff, as long as it's not smut, and platonic/childhood sweethearts with the missing children :)

Ever since you started working as a night guard after Mike Schmidt’s resignation, surprisingly, you aren’t attacked by the vengeful animatronics who stalk the building. If anything, they’re protective. Especially Cassidy, the quiet young boy who always seems to be watching from the shadows. He’s killed someone before who got too close to you. You’ve even seen him smile once, a massive rarity.

He lingers in the corridor and watches you from the distance with an unreadable look, a hint of a smile on his face. You glance up from the camera screens to meet his calm, but equally sharp and intense stare from across the hall, piercing through the darkness cloaking the entire building, generators always seeming to fail and leaving Freddy's in an ominous night-cloaked tone.

"Hi, Cas," you say softly into the dark room, Cassidy tilting his head ever so slightly to the side in an almost curious response. You can't help but smile slightly at that, the traces of childhood and its blissfull innocence, not completely snuffed out by the horrors that took it all away from him so many years ago. He says nothing.

"Come to keep me company?" You offer with a half-smile, reaching out a hand in his direction, slowly and steadily, ready for him to reject it in silence and step back into the blackness that he seems to so effortlessly emerge from.

Cassidy hesitates for a long moment, before taking a soundless step forward, gazing at your hand blankly, as if not entirely trusting the gesture. But then, slowly, slowly, he stretches out his arm and smaller hand to meet yours, cold dead fingers brushing against yours. You smile fully, squeezing his fingers between yours gently, comfortingly, your other hand brushing back his fine blond locks away from his eyes.

"Poor thing," you find yourself mumbling aloud to yourself. "You're freezing..."

It's a good question of if Cassidy can actually feel the chill, but it doesn't seem to bother him. The foreign positive touch is nice and soothing, and a ghost of appreciation makes his mouth twitch into an almost-smile. He rests his head against your shoulder, breathing out a small content breath from his nose, as your fingers skim the boy's hair. He looks so little and quiet and distant, and for a moment, it seems like a ridiculous idea that he could be capable of anything close to murder, though he most certainly is.

You glance back at the cameras absentmindedly... then again. A frown tugs at your brows, and you peer closer at the digital, hazy image of the abandoned party room... and an intruder, someone who had found their way into the building, or was very likely lured there, lying still and cold on its floors.

"What...?"

Your voice trails off in realisation, and you roll your eyes, half amused, before looking back to Cassidy with a brow raised, as if to say, "really?"

Cassidy, of course, blinks back up at you with unfaltering innocence, his gaze only sharpening with matching amusement and something familiarly dark and unsettling that lingers in the halls of the Pizzeria.

"He fell asleep."

[petitebonnie]

☆FNAF Plus Bonnie x Reader☆

Includes: introduction to AFAB Reader and Bonnie.

Characters: Fnaf plus Bonnie

(A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting! Haven't had the motivation and just graduated high school. Lot on my plate, but I'm so happy to see people enjoying my stories.)

This pizzeria normally didn't give you the creeps as a kid. As you grew older, it really began to crawl under your skin. You were applauded seeing them now as an adult. Your friends thought it would be nice to bring you here for your 20th birthday. Non stop teasing you about your favorite animatronic, Bonnie. Enjoying your friends' company but not so much with all the screaming smelly children running around.

No, to mention the weird smell.

After a few bites of greasy pizza, blowing out birthday candles, you went off to the bathroom. Even the hall looked scary enough, something out of a cliche horror movie you thought. Slowly walking through the halls, opening the bathroom door. The lights were dim and flickered. You reached for the soap, but none to be found. Cringing at the thought of having greasy hands all day. Wiping them with napkins wasn't the same as keeping your hands freshly rinsed in clean water. Quickly going into the mens restroom to borrow soap.

" What're you doin' in here, stranger ? "

Flinching harshly, turning towards the handicap bathroom stall. His presence almost felt real. His hand was holding the stall open, only a crack open. You saw his eyes. It frightens you enough seeing his smile. Quickly wandering your hand around to find the soap machine. Maybe ignoring him would single him to go away. Bonnie's eyes followed your hand, then to you. Bringing your hand back to your chest.

" Do you need somethin, Miss ? "

He approached you, opening the bathroom stall he was no longer in. Backing u up against a wall. His face was expressionless now. Bonnie pulled his suspenders nervously, earning a tiny slap. He had no damn eyebrows, which made him more terrifying. Tilting his head, earning a rusty sound from his neck. You then pointed at the sink.

" I need to.. wash my hands. " you said.

Showing him your shiny, greasy hands. Carefully maneuvering around him, his eyes only watched you as u did so. Grabbing a bit of soap and washing your hands. You made your way to the door. Only to be stopped but a big purple paw.

" Whats your name, darlin? "

" My name is (Y/N). Do u mind moving out the way?? " You reached for the handle, rattling it. His hand still blocking the door. You eyed him, trying your best to intimate him.

" Move, please! " You grabbed his hand, pulling at it. It wouldn't budge. He only chuckled and reached for your shoulder, pulling u backwards towards him.

" Dont yah know, a gentlemen like me open doors for pretty ladies like your self?!. "

Bonnie's hand that blocked the door was now gently opening it for you. But you didn't move, nor did his big paw on your shoulder move away. You stared up at him, finding his half lidded scarlet eyes looking down at you. His face looked very smug but in a kind way?

" ..Thank you, Bonnie. " You softly rubbed his hand for reassurance. You couldn't see, but his cotton tail wagged a bit. You walked out of the men's bathroom and found your friends.

The rest of the day, Bonnie his glanced at you and watched you interact with your friends. Whenever you saw his gaze he only smiled and winked.

You started to visit the pizzeria more often.

[slayingqueenchal]

fred x dyslexic reader

the reader in having a hard time in english( reading something) and fred helps

I just got diagnosed and wanted comfort

Here, ill help you | fred weasley x f!dyslexic!reader

Summary : you had a hard time reading so fred helps you read

Warning : fluff, petnames like 'love'

Notes : im not diagnosed with dyslexia but I'm sure I'm dyslexic, and also my cousin was diagnosed with dyslexia so this is inspired by her chats 😭😭

"Freddie, how in the world did laurie felt to the right? " You said, sighing at your beaten up copy of little women.

Fred moves his chair closer to yours, and said "love, laurie fell to the right" Leaving you with an oh.

That was the first time you Were bad at reading. You couldve swore that it said laurie felt to the right, but, when Fred reads it, it suddenly changes.

This also happens in class quite often, which snape loves. Snape love making fun of you reading the wrong thing, and he purposely make you read the most.

Sure most people are fine with it, but, you've mistaken words so much that when Snape makes fun of you, the whole class laughed ; except for Fred.

Even if Fred's a bit annoyed, he'll be nice. It became a common thing, that Fred sit next to you, and when you were told to read, he whispers what the book says.

Some muggleborns told you that you were what muggle call dyslexic,

"Dys- Dys what? " You said, "dyslexia, it's when.. Someone have a hard time reading, even in their first language" The muggleborn said.

That day on, you've learnt to accept it. But sometimes it can be tough.

"Fred, are you seeing this, meg is eating.. The desert? " You said, showing him your book. "Love.." Fred chuckles, "it's meg eating dessert, you know, the cakes and the ice creams? " .

"Oh" You realized. It was always the words being.. Magic? Once someone sees it it's different. But, Fred is fine with it. And, most of the time you give up reading any book, but, Fred makes you a little study and reading session, because the girl who told you you were dyslexic told him you were dyslexic. Although Fred doesn't know what dyslexia is, he cared for you, and he proved it.

Every evening, Fred reads you everything you're going to learn tommorow. "So, you need one vial of-- love? " He said, looking at you.

Your soft snores, and closed eyes, were beautiful to him. "Someone is sleepy" Fred grins, "I love you"

",'ove 'ou too" You snuggled up in his hands, ready to sleep.

[fnaf-enthusiast]

FNaF 1 general Headcanons

Freddy

The only seemingly normal out of everyone

Shares with Golden the most braincells in the building

The type of guy that won't talk to anyone before he got his morning coffee and read the newspaper

Would like it if the pizzeria made an effort to make at least two or three 'healthy' meals but he still likes fast food

Loves dad jokes and every two sentences he will drop one

He tends to fiddle with his bow in the middle of talking or when he's nervous

Chica

She made the word extrovert

Can be very girly but also seem like a tomboy the next second

Loves pizza, no surprise, and tends to 'fight' over it when bored

Has started multiple food fights with Bonnie

She hates getting scared and start swearing up a storm if no children are around

When she gets mad she turns into some sort of angry mom and it lowkey terrifies everyone

Bonnie

Introverted but when friends with someone he acts like the exact opposite

He's very laid back and seems very chill about almost everything

But when something scares/worries him he will show it openly and can't really control it

Loves bubblegum and the second someone pulls out a pack of gum he teleports next to them with an arm around their shoulders

Prefers fries over pizza and had arguments with Chica over it

He finds it a little amusing to argue and sometimes can't help but grin a little in the middle of one

Foxy

He can't really stop talking and has 60% of the time a flirty undertone to it no matter who he talks to

He has a little amount of dark humor but won't let anyone, maybe except Freddy sometimes, know it

Likes to watch Chica and Bonnie argue and sometimes he tends to get Freddy to moderate them with him

He and Freddy sometimes make a small 'fight' of who can drop the worst jokes

He never says no to a bet but advises everyone else to make sure everything is alright

He would jump from the roof for a bar of chocolate with peanuts in it

G. Freddy

Introvert as fuck

And unlike Bonnie he will always be a more silent friend/partner

Couldn't be bothered at all

He also seems like the whole pizzeria could burn down(yes, i know, ironic) and he would just stare at everyone and go back towards reading a book or something

Even though he is in a pizzeria he doesn't like fast food that much, but he doesn't hate it, he just won't eat it

Will maybe take bets on who wins in the bi-weekly food fights with Foxy and/or Freddy

[cooler-ian]

No one can tell my boyfriend is a robot

[stargalaxxy]

�� hi hi, it’s been too long since I’ve written a story… hopefully it’s good hehe ♡

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Bonnie x Reader

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- “Damn it Golden shut the hell up!”

There they go again, you roll your eyes expecting at least one of the dorks in the party room to freak out, you can hear Bonnie yell at the golden bear who was most likely irritating the purple rabbit.

Placing your tools into your bin and closing the top right after, it was labeled "Mechanic" on the top in sharpie on brown masking tape. Being a mechanic did not mean fixing the emotional stress on the living animatronics, but being their friend did. At least in your book, taking a deep breath you turn your heel as the door busts wide open.

heavy breathing from Chica can be heard as she looks up finally catching her breath,

- “oh honey, I’m so glad your here!”

Her country accent evident in her voice as she points down the hall,

- “Bonnie is having a total freak out out there! Now I know it’s outta your pay but could yo-“

you giggle smiling at the chubby girl,

- “yes Chica, I was actually about to head out now”

Just as you were about to take a step out of the room a loud crash could be heard from the party room. Curses from both Bonnie and Freddy could be heard mainly Freddy telling Bonnie to calm down, only those weren’t the only words he used. Soon laughter erupted from Goldens mouth…his laughs always unsettled you.

- “I-I guess now is a good time as ever”

Chica chuckles her shoulders bouncing, nodding you follow her out adjusting your shirt and self for the mess that you’ll see. As soon as you made out to the party room you saw the main party table was flipped over and party hats were scattered everywhere. Freddy had a hand over his face as if collecting himself, a look all too familiar when he was trying to reign in his anger. You were guessing it didn’t help that Golden was on the floor legs in the air laughing his ass off, his laughter was the only thing in the room as it echoed almost mockingly.

- “Now Golden, you get on now! Haven’t you caused enough trouble!”

Chica yells lifting her sleeves up marching over to the troublemaker. Glaring down placing her hands on her hips her face had a sour look, much like a mother about to scold their oldest.

- “Golden, what the hell did you do to Bonnie?”

Keeping your distance as the bear looks up to Chica having a staring match which looked as if Golden was winning, Golden scoffs rolling his eyes as he stands up.

- “Geez, he's so sensitive can’t even take a simple joke-”

- “all you do is make jokes”

Freddy's southern accent chimed in as he glared at Golden who only rolled his eyes once again,

- “this is the third time that Bonnie has hada damn fit like this”

Freddy was right, whatever Golden was saying to Bonnie has been taking a toll on the place it had gotten so bad that you’ve heard that they might turn Bonnie off.

- “all these damages that is comin’ from his tantrums are from you. And all you been doin is makin’ it worst!”

The room was quiet, Freddy was always good at bringing attention to his friends and helping them take responsibility.

- “bite me”

And Golden was the one that did not care for them as you did. He looked away as he teleports off somewhere, Freddy grunts as he loosens his tie taking off his hat as he sits on the party chair,

- “oh Fred, you tried”

Chica smiles as she comes over behind Freddy massaging his shoulders.

- “hey Freddy, I can try and talk to Bonnie! Maybe if I can figure out why Golden is picking on him then maybe he’ll have less outbursts!”

You offer Freddy as there was another silence,

- “sure (Y/N), give it a shot”

Freddy finally lifts his head up as he smiles at you, nodding you take your leave to the the side of the stage where a door was, grabbing your keys you unlock the door to find other doors. To the side was Bonnie’s room as you’ve been shown it by him many times before. Taking a deep breath before knocking you prepare yourself for whatever Bonnie could throw at you. Your knocks were soft as you heard a muffle "come in", turning the knob you walk in.

He was sitting with his head propped on his knees as he sulked, his ears flopped down with defeat as he stared at the wall. His foot bouncing up and down, almost like a real rabbit when they stomp their feet. You had to force every ounce of your body not to giggle.

- “Bonnie, are you okay?”

You knew he wasn’t, but isn’t that what everyone asks, you go to sit next to him as you place your hands in your lap. The silence was evident that you got your answer, as he looked away from you. During the time you’ve known Bonnie he had never raised his voice to you, even when he was upset. It was something you liked about him, he had always seemed to welcome you when he was feeling down.

- “hey, I don’t know what Golden said to you but, forget about him.”

Bonnie didn’t say anything so you decided to carry on,

- “don’t give him so much power! He probably annoys you because he has nothing else to do in the basement”

Your sass causes Bonnie to chuckle a little as his shoulders bounced he finally turns to you smiling, his bouncing foot was finally put to rest.

- “geez he’s annoying”

You laugh,

- “you’re just now realizing~”

You tease him as you place your head on his shoulders, you don’t see it but it causers the bunny to blush. As he grins, trying to hide his goofy smile looking away again.

- “so, what did Golden say to make you so upset?”

His thumping continues as he grips his sleeve,

- “I-it’s embarrassing, I honestly shouldn’t have gotten so upset about it”

- “but, it always keeps happening, maybe if you talked about it, you can get it off your mind and it won’t bother you!”

Bonnie thumping got slower but it was still prominent, you place a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump. He looks to you and you finally see his blush.

- “Bonnie, you can tell me”

- “he.. he said, you’d be better off.. with him, and that I could never… get with you…”

Him talking was like slowly ripping off a band-aid, it was painful for him as his face got red saying out loud of what Golden has been saying to him.

- “oh Bonnie, that is a little silly, why would you listen to that doofus when you know he’s wrong”

- “I-I guess it really got to me, I’d absolutely hate it if you went with a guy like him”

Bonnie huffs but it soon dies down as you kiss his cheek,

- “oh please, never in a million years~”

Bonnie smiles as you place your head on his shoulder again,

- “you’re sweet and kind Bonnie, I’m lucky to have met you”

- “I think that’s my line”

You both chuckle as you close your eyes, patting Bonnie’s upper arm,

- “don’t let Golden get to you please, I don’t want to loose you”

- “heh, I promise no more outbursts”

You both sat in comfortable silence as Bonnie leaned over to grab and tune his guitar, hearing the vibrations of the strings brought tranquility to the room as you closed your eyes on Bonnie’s shoulder.

- “hey maybe I can teach you how to pla-“

- “Bonnie Bunny get your Cotten tail out here and clean your mess!”

Both you and Bonnie stopped as you looked to one another soon running out the door before Freddy came and knocked down the door.

…..

[clesired]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! “can i request a fred x black cat!gf since he’s such a golden retriever!bf?” thank you to the lovely anon who requested this <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! go christmas shopping with your boyfriend, come back with a cat!?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, fem!reader, golden retriever bf!fred x black cat gf!reader, established relationship, second person pov, 0.8k words!

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Your eyes scan the hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade, mentally mapping out the different shops you need to hit for your Christmas shopping.

Nodding to yourself, you gently release Fred’s hand and look up at him to confirm. “Okay, meet at Three Broomsticks in two hours?”

He looks at you like you’ve just kicked him, as he grabs your hand again and frowns. “No, what? Why are we splitting up?”

He looks so genuinely confused as to why that’s even an option and it makes you feel a little warmer despite the chilly air.

Still, you squeeze his hand softly and shake your head. “You’re one of the people I’m shopping for today, Freddie.”

You see the indignance before he even speaks. “That’s okay, I’ll just pretend like I didn’t see.”

His quick response pulls a laugh out of you before you can stop it and you shake your head in amusement.

“Two hours isn’t even that long, love. We spend more time apart during classes.” You point out gently.

It’s not that you wouldn’t prefer Christmas shopping with your boyfriend—you just prefer that your gifts remain a surprise a bit more.

He pulls you into his chest, uncaring of the surrounding witches and wizards witnessing the public display of affection.

“That’s because I’ll get a howler from mum if I skip too many classes.” He grumbles quietly, and you pout back at him teasingly.

“Oh, the poor baby. The horror!” You coo as you pinch his cheek teasingly, causing him to let out a quiet huff before he suddenly throws you over his shoulder and starts booking it through the village.

You let out a noise of surprise as you pound at his back, your hits doing absolutely nothing to slow him down.

“Put me down this instant, Frederick Gideon Weasley!” You pull out his full name, which causes him to laugh.

“Promise we’re shopping together first!” He calls back, and now it’s your turn to huff.

“Fine, I promise. Now unhand me, you silly man!” You smack his butt for emphasis just as he’s setting you down on your feet.

He smirks mischievously as he stares down at you, hands still holding you by the waist firmly. “Feeling a bit cheeky, are we, love?” His brows wriggle up and down playfully.

You furrow your brows, “What-” and then you groan, realization setting on you. “Oh, you are foul for that joke.”

He leans in closer to you, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours affectionately. “You love it.” He insists softly.

“I love you.” You correct, looking up at him.

He smiles, his eyes shining with happiness as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “And I love you.” He murmurs softly.

“Even though you drive me crazy sometimes.” You tack on, causing him to step back and clutch at his heart dramatically.

“Really know how to make a bloke feel special, love.” He winces softly, hanging his head as he rubs circles over his heart.

You roll your eyes playfully as you gently pull his hand away from his chest, intertwining your fingers before you begin walking to Tomes and Scrolls.

“C’mon, Mr. Broken Heart. You can walk it off, yeah?” You pat his back consolingly before facing forward and leading the way.

Fred pretends to sniffle softly as he walks, taking one big step forward to even out with you. “My girlfriend stop being mean to me challenge, difficulty level: impossible.”

You turn your head to glare up at him. “I am not mean to-”

You stop short as he raises a pointed brow, and you feel your cheeks heat up in a rare display of embarrassment as you look the other way.

“That doesn’t count. I’m defending my name here.” You mumble quietly, making him chuckle as you feel yourself get pulled into his side yet again.

“Don’t worry, you look cute when you’re all irritated. Like a disgruntled kitten.” He notes with a smile.

“You did not just call me a kitten.” You say, your tone laced with the slightest hint of incredulity.

“You’d look cute as a cat, now that I think about it.” Fred continues playfully. “Think you’d fit as a black cat.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” You grumble quietly, and Fred nods.

“Spoken like a true black cat.” He says matter of fact, and you can’t help but laugh out of sheer confusion.

“My love, what does that even mean?” You raise your brows.

He chuckles with you, “You know, I’m not really sure. But it makes sense to me.”

You side eye him as you two walk past Pets & Familiars. You can already see the gears turning in his head as he peers through the shop window.

“Don’t you even think about it, Freddie.” You warn, and he pouts softly.

And there he goes with his puppy eyes—you’re a sucker for that look and he knows it. “Oh, you are playing so unfair right now.” You grumble quietly.

By the time you’re walking back to the castle hours later, not only does Fred know everything you got him for Christmas and vice versa—but you are both now proud parents of a little black kitten.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! wooh, first request done!!! not sure i did the black cat!gf archetype justice, but i tried. i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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©clesired - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms.

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xoxo,

mila! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

[ghostgirl101]

I think I'm gonna have to write some FNAF stuff now that the movie is on its way...

Anyone interested in that? Cus my requests can be open for it too once I see the film 🙃

[myboipotterimagines]

Golden Pt. 3 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi guys! This is Part 3 of Golden! I did want to put a warning up here that this fic is 18+ (minors dni). There will be smut beneath the cut. You've been warned. ;)

Part One

Part Two

For a moment you didn't know where you were.

Your eyes focused on Fred's sleeping face. It was soft and you could almost see a slight smile pulling at his lips. You almost reached out to touch him before an arm wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against them.

Oh, you thought, the other Weasley. In his sleep, he wasn't nearly as much of an arsehole. He now held your body taught against his, enclosing you in with an arm tightly around your chest and stomach. Exactly where your mark hid under your chunky sweater.

You jump when his fingers drag from your waist to the hemline of your sweater. His fingers brush against your stomach before he works his slender digits higher, resting on the valley of your chest. Your heartbeat refuses to slow as George readjusts his body behind you, drawing you even closer. "And I thought you didn't want me to be your soulmate, princess," he whispers, mouth grazing your ear. "You're the one who pulled me over," you retorted, eyes locked on his twin who was sleeping only inches away from the two of you. "But you're the one with the racing heart." You didn't even need to see his face to know he was smirking. "You don't like it there, sweetheart? Where do you want it?" "Not in my shirt," you hissed. "Your brother is right bloody there."

He hummed behind you, his chest vibrating against you. His hand lowered from your shirt, onto the hem of your sweats. "This better, princess?" You gasped, but George's other hand flew to cover your mouth. Fred stirred slightly, but didn't wake. "You've got to be quiet now, or you'll wake up poor Freddie. Poor thing won't know what to think if he wakes up to you moaning my name."

His other hand slowly started wandering down. "And I'll stop if you want me to, of course," he added once he made it to the base of your hips. "But I don't think you want me to. Do you, darling?" After a moment, you shook your head. "Thought not," he smirked.

His hand traveled farther done and he gasped softly. "No knickers? You just knew one of us would end up inside of you, didn't you, princess?" Your cheeks burned under his hand and suddenly you felt very exposed, with Fred asleep beside you and his brother's hand down your sweats. You fidget within his grasp, which he promptly noticed. "Aw, don't get embarrassed now sweetheart." His fingers rub back and forth over your sex, getting you embarrassingly wet. "You can be embarrassed when you wake up your other soulmate."

Without warning, his fingers sunk into your cunt, masterfully curling to hit your most sensitive areas as they went in and out, all at a breakneck speed that left you breathless. His other hand pulled your face to the side, exposing your neck to him. Without slowing the speed of his fingers, he began leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, along with what you assumed would be a mess of hickeys. When his kisses turned into a sharp bite right below your ear, your breathless pants turned into actual moans, which he quickly silenced. His hand drew tighter over your mouth, nails digging crescents into your cheek.

"Fred's hands may never hurt you, but you'll be begging for mine to," he hissed, somehow quickening the speed of his fingers pumping into you. His words bring you right to the edge, a mess within his hands. "Getting close, sweetheart?" he asks, keenly aware that you're about to snap. You nod, vision starting to blur. He then repositions slightly, allowing his thumb to rub quick circles over your clit. You would have been writhing from the touch if you weren't within his clutch. It was becoming too much. The edges of your vision went back and goosebumps covered your skin. "Come for me, princess," he whispered in your ear. And then you were coming apart in his hands, cunt squeezing down on his fingers as you tried to force your legs together from the pleasure. You couldn't stop the moans that left your mouth, hopefully muffled by the hand still covering your mouth.

"'Atta girl," he whispered as you came down from your high. "That's a good girl." Your head was foggy from your orgasm and his words were not helping. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty. He was propped above you now, allowing you to look up at him. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them dry. "Mm," he moaned, before looking down at you. "I guess this'll be our little secret, right princess?"

***

Next in the series: Part Four, Part Five

Alright friends, above is my first attempt at smut ever. Hopefully it is not disgustingly awful or you may find this fic just gone. Love ya

taglist: @rk-ceres, @foji2000, @hazilyss, @f-e-222, @luthien-elvenia-asher (sorry some people wouldn't actually tag, but I promise I tried) <3

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

Magic Lessons | B.W.

Part One

feat. Bill Weasley x intern!reader

SUMMARY: Your best friends Fred and George convince their older brother, Bill, to give you a shot at a coveted curse-breaker internship position at Gringott's.

CW: age gap, boss/intern, fem!reader, reader is whip smart and sweet, dark curses and magical artifacts, men being shitty, hurt/comfort, dark academia vibes

AN: inspired by an ask I accidentally deleted (im so sorry) about Bill tutoring Fred & George's best friend. It spiraled into this.

part 2 coming soon!

“You're going to be fine,” George soothed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, Bill’s not so bad. You aren't scared of us, are ‘ya? So there's no need to be scared of him,” Fred added, bumping your knee with his.

You were sandwiched between them on a hard wooden bench in Gringott's, just outside their older brothers office, his name emblazoned in gold on the fogged door window. The twins, two of your closest friends from school, had secured you an interview for a coveted internship in the Ancient Artifacts Department, and you hadn't slept in a week leading up to it.

This was your dream job, a real stepping stone to the career you'd always imagined for yourself. You couldn't screw this up.

But that didn't quite explain the bone-deep anxiety clawing through your skin. It felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, one foot hanging into empty space.

Then, a shadow crossed the fogged mirror, tall and broad, and you shivered.

“You've got this,” George murmured at the same moment the door handle turned. It swung open, and your heart fell through the marble floor.

Bill Weasley was, objectively, terrifying. He had none of the softness of the twins, none of the jovial ease of youth. He was dressed in a white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and charcoal trousers, traces of magic glittering along his forearms.

Standing at least a head taller than the twins, he had long copper hair and sharp cheekbones, deep scars across the left side of his face that only enhanced the striking beauty of his features. His green eyes were arresting, challenging in the way they swept across the hall before settling on you.

“Bill!” Fred said, jumping up, and Bill’s demeanor immediately shifted into something friendlier.

“Freddie,” Bill said, extending a hand to his younger brother with an expression you could almost call warm.

“Bill, this is our friend, y/n,” George said, getting up to shake his brother's hand, and you rose to your feet, hoping he didn't notice the slight tremble in your knees.

“Pleasure, y/n. I'm Bill Weasley, Head of the Ancient Artifacts Department here at Gringott's.” He extended a hand to you, calloused and long-fingered, a golden signet ring on his middle finger.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley,” you said, placing your hand in his for a brief shake. He was gentle, but you could feel the undercurrent of strength in his movement, the intention he had to put towards being soft.

“Fred and George have told me a lot about you,” Bill said, glancing at his brother's. “You’re interested in Blessed Artifacts, correct?”

You nodded. “Yes, primarily magical items created with the intention of offering protection or assistance,” you answered, fighting the nervous heat climbing up your neck.

The corner of his mouth lifted, scrunching the scars across his cheek and eyebrow. “The opposite of what I do, hm?”

You laughed nervously. “Yeah, I suppose. Though I've studied your curse-breaking work extensively. A curse and a blessing are two sides of the same coin, and we can learn a lot about the workings of one from the other.”

Bill’s expression shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing and skimming over your face, and suddenly you knew what it felt like to be one of his artifacts.

No wonder he never crossed a curse he couldn't break.

“Step into my office, I have a few questions before we discuss terms of the internship. I'll see you two this weekend at the Burrow, yeah?”

“Yep!” Fred and George chirped in unison, and Bill slipped back into his office. The twins gave you a big thumbs up and you gave a nervous chuckle, waving them away before following Bill into his office.

It was nothing at all like you expected. Two enormous windows filled the back wall, spilling grey light across the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves along the left wall. The shelves were overflowing with tomes and littered with artifacts, more than you'd ever seen outside for a museum or Dumbledore’s office. They perfumed the air with the scent of parchment and sandalwood, the warm musk of incense.

The carpet was plush under your feet, a mesmerizing pattern of deep maroon and teal, and overstuffed furniture rested against the right wall, a couch and two arm chairs framed by more loaded shelves and a gallery wall of shifting art.

But most surprising was his desk. It looked like it belonged in a research tent in the desert, not a gold-plated bank. It was covered in tools and stacks of paper, open books and deconstructed items, half-drank mugs of tea and a spilled ink pot.

“You look surprised,” he mused, following your eye.

“I didn't realize you still did field research,” you admitted sheepishly. “Now that you're head of the department.”

Bill shrugged, grabbing a mug and a stack of papers from the table and gesturing to the furniture against the wall. “I prefer the hands-on approach. Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything?”

“Oh, no thank you,” you answered, sinking into one of the arm chairs. It was so comfortable, you had to force yourself to sit upright. You could smell his cologne on the leather, vetiver and black pepper, and it made your chest warm.

He sat in the other armchair, bracing an ankle on the opposite knee. “So, how did you come to befriend my brother's?” He asked, taking a sip of tea.

“Fred needed some help in Charms,” you said, crossing your legs. “Then George needed help in Potions. And we just worked well together. They're good friends.

“So you're the reason they didn't flunk out, hm?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. They just needed a different perspective. They did the work themselves.”

Bill nodded, shuffling the papers in his lap. “Have you ever worked with curses directly? Beyond Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

You shook your head. “I don't have a lot of experience with curses, but I can read magic well, and have an eye for detail. I know I'm not the most qualified of the candidates you've probably met with, but this is my dream, and it would be such an honor to learn from the best— ”

“It's alright, y/n,” Bill stopped you with a small shake of his head, his low voice demanding acquiescence. “You're clearly bright, and determined to learn. That's more valuable to me than anything else.”

You exhaled in relief. “I appreciate that, Mr. Weasley,” you said, offering a small smile.

“Bill,” he corrected. “Bill is fine.”

Your heart gave an excited thump, and you nodded.

“So, for this internship, you'd be working directly with me, mostly archiving artifacts as they come in and out of the bank. You'll be spending a lot of time here and in the vaults. The pay isn't great, but if you do well over the six months term, there's potential for full-time employment.” He passed a contract to you, a quill floating over from his desk and into your hand. “And you're welcome to conduct supervised independent research whenever there's downtime.”

You blinked, shocked at the employment contract in your lap. “You don't—you don't have any more questions for me?” You asked.

Bill shook his head, giving you an amused smile. “You already showed that your head and heart are in the right place, and I trust my brother’s judgement. If they like you this much, there must be a reason.”

“I—thank you, sir,” you said, a grin breaking through as you signed your name on the line. The ink blazed gold before settling back to black, the contract magically binding.

Bill rose, extending a hand to help you to your feet. “Welcome aboard, y/n.”

The first few days of your internship were spent with members of Bill’s team, taking lengthy tours of Gringotts and the Archives. You quite liked Rumi and Kira, two of the lead archivists, but had a difficult time with Waylan, the Collector, as they called him, who seemed to have it out for you.

You waited with bated breath for your first project with Bill, but you'd barely seen him since you started. You brought it up to Kira at breakfast one morning, and she chuckled.

“He's around, I promise. Hardly goes anywhere else. But we usually only see him if he needs something.”

“Or when we fuck something up,” Rumi added, and you chuckled.

Kira rolled her eyes. “They're being dramatic. Bill's not nearly as scary as he looks.”

“Aren't I?”

The three of you jumped, turning to find Bill leaning against the wall beside Rumi’s seat. He looked exceptionally handsome this morning, his hair tucked behind his ears, a single strand falling over his eyes, dressed in finely pressed white shirt and navy trousers.

“Well you are when you sneak up on people!” Rumi laughed, and Bill cracked a smile.

“Apologies, mate. Y/n, ready for your first assignment?” His eyes met yours, brilliant as polished jade, and your tongue forgot how to function.

“Oh, uh, yes, sir!”

“Sir?” Kira snorted. “Are we supposed to call you ‘sir’?”

Bill shook his head. “I’d rather you didn't, but maybe you could use a lesson in manners from this one,” he teased, stealing Kira’s croissant. “Come along, fledgling,” he said, his deep voice resonant and rough around the edges.

The nickname jolted through you like a lightning strike, heating your blood to a simmer, and you nearly gasped, hiding your reaction by taking a final swig of breakfast tea.

Fuck no, you were not developing a crush on your boss. Get it together, you chastised yourself.

You got to your feet and hurried after him through the dining hall and into the wrought iron elevator. He held the door for you as you scurried in. The grate rolled shut, and the machine heaved off the ground with a metallic groan.

“Glad to you see you're getting along with the team,” he remarked, eyes trained up to watch the pulley system.

“Yes, they've been very welcoming,” you said, resisting the urge to stare at the hard angle of his jaw, the reddish stubble dusting it and spreading down his throat.

“There's a lot they can teach you. They're some of the best in the business,” he said, glancing down at you as the elevator came to stop. The doors rolled open and he strolled out, his long legs taking him a third of the way down the hall before you managed to get your knees to unlock.

You caught up to him at his office door. “What are we working on?” You asked, excitement building as you followed him to his desk.

He moved around it, stopping in front of a black velvet box. Carefully, he lifted the lid. “Waylan brought this back last month, and I hadn't been able to crack it until our meeting.”

“Oh?” Your heart began to beat a little faster, eyes fixed not on the box containing the object, but the way his deft fingers handled it with such a care.

He turned the box around, revealing a stunning necklace, dripping with black sapphires and diamonds, the chain a thick and luscious gold.

You gasped, covering your mouth. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you'd ever seen.

He smiled at your reaction before catching himself, returning to neutral, if a bit curious, expression. “I hadn't considered that it might be a blessed object until our conversation.” He gingerly lifted the necklace from the box, the luxurious stones creating a stark contrast against his laborers hands. “And if I read the magical signature correctly, it should be a chameleon charm. To make any spectator see what they want to see in the wearer.” He came around behind you and you lost your breath, his closeness overwhelming your senses.

There was something about him that tilted the axis of the world, bending everything to center around him. He had his own gravity, his own magnetic force that you were struggling to resist.

“May I?” He asked, and you nodded, holding your breath as the cool stones kissed your clavicle, his fingertips ghosted the edge of your throat.

With a small click, the necklace was fastened around your neck. You could feel the magic in it, warm and buzzing as it spread through you.

Bill stepped away, moving back around to your front, and his brow furrowed.

“What? Did I grow a horn?” You joked, trying to dispel the tension winding tighter between you.

He shook his head, stepping back to ring a silver bell by his desk, a small plaque reading ‘Kira’ beneath it. There was one for each of you, you noticed.

A moment later, Kira walked in. “What's up, boss? Oh, did you change, y/n? I absolutely love that designer in Hogsmeade. His work is stunning,” Kira praised. “Sorry, can I help with something?” She said, turning to Bill.

Bill’s frown deepened as his eyes skimmed over you. “That'll be all, Kira. Thank you.”

“Oh, uh, okay. Let me know if you want to go shopping sometime, y/n!” She said before stepping back out of the office.

“So, she saw something in common that we didn't have before,” you observed, moving to jot some notes down on a piece of parchment in an attempt to stay on track despite the frustrated look on his face. “What do you see?”

“You can take it off. I need you to decode the magic signature yourself, archive the piece and charm accordingly, and see if you can replicate it on something else,” he directed, turning away and rustling through some pages on his desk.

“Sure, no problem.” Carefully, you unclasped the necklace and set it into its velvet case, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor, both the absence of the necklaces magic and his sudden distance leaving you cold.

What did he see in you?

He conjured another chair for you and sank into his own, turning his attention to what appeared to be a wooden horse.

Uncertain, you sat down and pulled the necklace towards you, along with the parchment and a quill, and got to work.

The uncertainty dissolved as the minutes turned to hours, both of you working quietly side by side to solve your own puzzles. The only sounds were the rustling of papers and scratch of quills, the soft music playing from a record player in the corner, and you felt a wave of peace settle over you.

Being able to work at your own pace, in a quiet, peaceful environment was all you'd ever wanted. And finally, you felt like you found a place that allowed that.

You glanced over at Bill, finding him scribbling something with his black feather quill, completely zeroed in on his task, and you felt a rush of gratitude for him, and a determination to ensure he didn't regret his decision to take a chance on you.

You turned back to the necklace, eager to uncover it's secrets.

The rest of your first two weeks passed the same way, you and Bill with your heads bowed, working on separate projects. He'd come over periodically to check your work, but mostly left you to your own devices unless you needed help, which he provided without judgement or reservation.

You and Bill seemed to work together well, both of you preferring the quiet so you could focus, with the occasional conversation about your findings during your lunch break or afternoon tea.

Despite yourself, your ill-advised attraction to him only grew as he loosened up around you. But that's all it was, you told yourself over and over again. An attraction to a handsome, accomplished man.

You were only human, after all. Who could blame you?

On Friday, Bill had a meeting with the Board and left you in his office to work. You were more than happy to occupy his space, enjoying the comfortable quiet as you reviewed your notes on the artifact you were working on.

A knock pulled you from your work. Waylan walked through the door, a long, thin wooden box in his arms.

“Oh, hey Waylan,” you said, getting up. “Bill is in a meeting—”

“I know, but this can't wait.” He dropped the long box onto the desk with a thud, scattering your meticulously organized notes, and a prickle of irritation climbed the back of your neck.

“What is it?” You asked, already sensing the dark energy permeating off of the box.

With a pry bar, Waylan cracked open the box, a putrid smell wafting out of it.

“Are you sure we should be doing this here? Surely a vault would be safer—”

“It's fine,” he snapped, and you cracked your jaw shut, irritation growing to full on anger. “This is a cursed executioners axe,” he said. “And the curse needs to be broken now.”

“Waylan, surely—”

“I thought you were qualified?” He bit. “Isn't that why you got the job? Or was it because your friends with his brothers?”

You grit your teeth. “What's the nature of the curse?”

“You tell me.”

You moved to look at the axe, it's blade dark and stained with gore, the handle black wood. Tiny notches decorated it's expanse, and your stomach turned imagining what each notch represented.

Carefully, you held your hand over it, coaxing the magic to reveal itself, but couldn't focus properly with Waylan breathing down your neck, the magic slithering through your fingers like a sieve.

Suddenly the room went dark, all the light and air sucked from the world around you until you were staring into the void, cold dread dripping down your spine.

“Waylan?” You called, fighting the urge to panic. You tried to lift your arms to feel around, but found that you couldn't move. “Waylan?!” You cried, a little louder.

Something white, a delicate, vaguely human shaped mist floated by you and you screamed, unable to move away from it. Then another appeared, slightly more formed like a person, then another, until you were surrounded by spirits. Terror split your skull, your heart pounding so hard it made your vision shake.

“No, please,” you croaked, fighting your body to move even an inch away from them. “Let me go!” You shouted, but they only moved closer. “Let me go!”

Suddenly you slammed back into your body, the bright light of the room blinding you. You were on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Bill was leaning over you, his mouth moving like he was speaking.

“—m’right here, you're alright. It was just a trick, just a little curse. Wake up, love. Come back to me,” he murmured. “There we are, that's it,” he shushed when you began to shake, his grip tightening on your shoulders when you tried to sit up.

Your body was still tingling with numbness, nerves prickling painfully back to life. “Bill,” you gasped, clinging to him as you came fully back to consciousness.

“Are you alright? Does anything hurt?” He asked, helping you sit up slowly, one hand braced on the slope of your ribcage, the other supporting your head.

“No, no. I--what happened?” you asked, looking around the room. You noticed Waylan then, also prone on the floor, eyes staring wide at the ceiling. It seemed Bill made no effort to wake him up.

Bill glanced at Waylan as well, shaking his head. “He was trying to scare you. Prove you didn't deserve the position. And apparently was too stupid to realize the curse would affect him too.”

“Will he—”

“He'll be fine. Are you okay?” He repeated, catching your eye so you'd look at him.

You nodded. “I think so.”

Waylan groaned, stirring on the carpet, and you saw a flicker of anger in Bill’s eyes.

“Wait for me in the lobby,” he said, helping you to your feet. “I'll deal with him.” There was no question in his words, and you obeyed without thought, collecting your things and slipping out of the room.

As the elevator doors started to close, you heard Bill shout, “I should have you sent to fucking Azkaban for pulling—” The groan of the machine cut off the rest of his words.

You did as you were told and waited in the lobby for Bill, busying yourself with people watching and admiring the expansive marble floors.

Twenty minutes later, Bill appeared from one of the elevators, holding Waylan by the scruff of his neck, a box of his stuff in his arms. You jumped up, alarmed when a few security guards rushed over to them.

“Waylan is no longer permitted on the premises, my orders. I discovered him tampering with curses,” Bill directed. “He's a threat to Gringott’s security.”

Your jaw dropped when the security guards nodded and dragged Waylan away without question, effectively tossing him out onto the street of Diagon Alley.

Bill stepped up beside you, concern over your frowning face drawing his brows together. “What is it?” He asked.

“Did you—you fired him?” you stammered.

“Absolutely. I can't have someone on my staff that doesn't take curses seriously. It puts us all at risk,” he said, without an ounce of hesitation.

You nodded, you supposed that made sense.

He started walking, beckoning you to follow with two fingers, and you fell into step beside him. “Come on, I'm going to teach you how to dispel that curse.”

You froze. “What?”

He turned to look at at you. “You heard me, fledgling. I need to make sure something like this won't happen again.” His voice was firm, but not unkind, and you found yourself yielding despite your trepidation. “I'll be with you the entire time, okay?” He said, a bit softer when you returned to his side.

“And if we both get knocked out?” You scowled.

He smirked at your pout. “Do you doubt me?”

A pulse of heat curled around your spine, warming your lower belly. “No, sir,” you replied, intending it to come across as teasing, but you saw something dark flash in his eyes, something hungry, and your heart began to race.

Surely you imagined it, you told yourself as the two of you descended into the vaults. There was no way you could be affecting Bill the same way he was affecting you. He was Bill Weasley, and you were just some intern that got a lucky break. He would never be interested in you, not to mention how wrong it would be for a boss to be romantically involved with his subordinate.

So, why did that thought make your pulse spike?

He guided you to a private vault, the heavy door unlocking with a wave of his hand. The inside was dank and poorly lit, permeated with that same rotten smell as before. The axe rested on a table at the center of the room, encased in glass.

You hesitated at the door, that cold, deathly sensation crawling over your skin again.

Bill paused, sensing your fear. “You can do this,” he said, offering you his hand. “I'll walk you through it.”

You placed your hand on his, focusing on his warmth, his steadiness, as he led you into the vault.

“You can feel it, right? The energy of the void clinging to it?” He asked, his voice low.

You nodded. “Feels like death,” you murmured.

“That's what this curse does, makes you feel like you died. It was used by an old Ministry executioner to subdue prisoners before their deaths. Kept them from trying to escape.” He cast his eyes to the axe, a somber look on his face. “Waylan was supposed to leave it here until after my meeting. They just unearthed it this morning.”

“That's awful,” you said, finding yourself counting the notches along the handle. There had to be at least two hundred, maybe even five hundred.

“With every kill, it got stronger, until it eventually took the executioner himself. It was buried with him, until some unfortunate muggle grave robber dug it up and nearly killed himself.”

“So, how do we dispel it?” You asked, hating the tremble in your voice.

“Take your wand out,” he instructed, and you obeyed. “I'm going to open the box. Stay focused on your breathing, the ground beneath your feet. When I open the box, you'll feel it start to pull at you, to drag you under.”

You nodded, lifting your wand and squaring your shoulders, forcing your lungs to take big, deep breaths despite the rotten smell.

“Good, when you feel it pull at you, imagine your wand is an axe itself, okay? You're going to cut the tether of the curse reaching towards you. It will resist, but I promise you can do it. Ready?”

You grit your teeth. “Ready.”

With a wave of his wand, he opened the box. The curse spilled out of it, clawing and twisted, and you immediately felt the blackness start to tug at the edge of your vision, its cold talons digging into your flesh.

“You can do it, fledgling. I know you can. Fight it,” Bill encouraged, somewhere to your left.

You pushed back against the darkness, refocusing on your breathing, the stone beneath your feet, your wand at the tips of your fingers. You slashed through the air with it, imagining an axe cutting through thick, black tendrils, and suddenly the tugging sensation vanished, the blackness receding from your vision.

“Yes, good girl! Keep going, push it all the way back into the axe.”

You did, pushing with all your might against the dark magic until it began to retreat, sinking back into the blade of the axe. But it wouldn't go all the way in, resisting your quickly depleting energy, when you felt something akin to a warm breeze blow over you: Bill’s magic. It joined your efforts, making the final push to force the curse back into the axe.

“Now hold it for me. Just like that,” Bill said, moving around the room. “I'm going to try a counter curse, but it may not take. Are you ready?”

“Ready.” You nodded, a rush of excitement pulsing through you. You were actually doing it. And doing it well.

With a flourish of wand movements and a string of words you don't understand, a beam of white light blasted from the end of Bill's wand and towards the axe, blinding you.

Something gave a godawful shriek, echoing off the walls until rubble rained over your head, and you heard a thunderous snap, followed by a whoosh of screaming air.

The light suddenly vanished, leaving you and Bill alone in the dark room, silent besides your ragged breathing.

“Lumos,” Bill muttered, and the torches along the walls relit, revealing the room around you. The axe lay on its side on the table, splintered in half. The rotten smell, and the curse, were gone. The handle was now just smooth wood, no notches in sight.

You exhaled, a giddy laugh bubbling up, and Bill smiled, crossing the room to you.

“Let me see you, you alright?” He asked, taking your hands to inspect your trembling fingers. The touch sent a zing of energy under your skin. “It didn't hurt you?”

You shook your head, dizzy from his unexpected tenderness and the after effects of using so much magic. “I'm okay,” you murmured, a little breathless.

“Okay,” he said, releasing your hands, though for a second, he seemed reluctant to. “I'll clean up here. Go home and get some rest, yeah?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, dipping your chin obediently.

His eyes searched your face for a moment longer, his jaw flexing, before he nodded once and turned back to the axe, dismissing you.

You slipped out of the vault and returned to the surface, reckless hope burning in your chest.

Thanks for reading! 🫶🏻

[slayingqueenchal]

Daft | Fred Weasley x harrystwinsister!y/n

Warning : none, fluff, Fred being Fred, confession, year four GOF

"Evening, sweetheart" Fred sat next to you on the common room. "Hello, Freddie" You sighed. "Why so sad, y/n" He looked to your eyes. "Nothing" You could've said something else. "You're a bad liar y/n, why" You knew Fred was staring, but you looked down.

"Someone? , love" He asks. "Yes, Freddie, it's someone" You admitted. "Who is it? " Fred asks. "No one, but, I fancy him, but he only sees me as a friend" You said. It was him self, you were telling him about himself. "Oh, the guy must be a daft, then" He stuttered, Fred Weasley never stutters. "He is a daft, Fred, why are you a daft? " The last few words slipped out of your mouth.

"What? " He said, shocked. "See, you only see me as a friend, Fred, and we probably wouldn't even be friends after this conversation" You 'proved' you self.

"Y/n..i don't see you only as a friend, y/n, hell, I fancy you" He looked down. "What? " You looked at him again.

"I sort of fell for you in my third year, I know it's messed up, but I did, that moment when you sat next to me, thought it'll go away, but it didn't, but, if you fell uncomfortable or-" You cut him off, kissing him. He kissed you back. It was soft, but when you pulled away, you felt eyes on you.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron, shocked but, harry and Ron was flabbergasted. "I'm sorry! Uhm harry I swear I'm sor! " Harry then told him "if you must, then".

Hermione was already smiling, so as Harry but Ron was still shocked.

"So... The yule ball is coming" Fred proposed, you knew what he was going to say and you answered "yes, Fred, I'd love to go with you" While smiling.

[whimsicaldoxy]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 - 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

pairing: fred weasley x reader

summary: you and fred share a cozy evening at the burrow on new year’s eve, surrounded by the weasley family’s warmth and chaos.

notes: established relationship, pre-war, insinuated fem!reader, no use of y/n, fred loves pet names, fluff

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The time was creeping closer and closer to midnight, and the evening air was filling the Burrow, the scent of smoked wood and Mrs Weasley’s famous treacle tart.

Fred was sat beside you on the patchwork sofa in the living room, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. The pair of you were half-buried under a hand-knitted blanket, sharing a butterbeer.

“Go on, admit it,” Fred said, leaning closer as his freckled face glowed in the firelight. “You’re only dating me for my charm.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back into the sofa. “Oh, absolutely. It’s definitely not for your constant, irritating smugness or the way you ruin a perfectly good evening by stealing all the treacle tart before I can even get a bite.”

Fred gasped dramatically, his hand flying to his chest. “Darling, you wound me! You know my heart belongs only to you.”

George, his brother, who perched on the arm of the couch like a smug cat, chimed in. “That and his stomach. Mum’s cooking ranks a close second.”

Fred ignored him. “You’re not denying it, though,” he said, his grin widening as he looked back at you. “See? Can’t even argue because you love me.”

“Love might be a strong word,” you said, lifting the mug to your lips, hiding your smirk behind the rim.

“Oi!” Fred started, his finger gripping the blanket in attempt to pull it. George gave him a sharp jab in the side. “Off you go, Freddie. Don’t embarrass yourself further.”

You yank at the blanket, pulling it fully over you as Fred bickered with his twin. “Speaking of embarrassing yourself,” you said, raising an eyebrow at Fred. “Are you going to ask what my New Year’s resolution is, or are you too scared to know?”

He perked up at that, his golden-brown eyes gleaming with curiosity. “All right. Let’s hear it. Let me guess—it’s to learn to tolerate my unparalleled wit?”

You leaned closer, the corner of your mouth quirking into a grin. “It’s to beat you at Exploding Snap this year. Every. Single. Time.”

Fred blinked once. Then twice. Then he threw his head back in a loud, delighted laugh before leaning forward. “Blimey, darling. That’s ambitious, even for you.”

“You’ll see,” you replied smugly, leaning in.

“Five minutes to midnight!” Mrs Weasley’s voice boomed from the kitchen. “Everyone grab your drinks and get outside for the fireworks! And George, if you light a single one before we’re ready, so help me—”

The whole family shuffled outside, you included, the cold winter air hitting you like a sudden shock after the warmth of the house. Snow crunched underfoot, white, soft and glittering under the light of the stars. The garden was a chaos of footprints and hastily trampled paths, leading to a makeshift firework display that George was already fussing over.

A stack of colourful rockets stood ready, haphazardly tied together in what could only be described as a precarious masterpiece.

As your head tilted to stare up at the stars overhead, Fred slipped his hand into yours, his fingers warm and rough against your own. He guided you towards the edge, his arm curling around your waist, pulling you to his side as the first firework shot into the air with a loud crack—it exploded in a burst of crimson and gold, lighting up the sky.

Fred leaned down, his voice soft in your ear. “You know, it doesn’t matter what resolutions you make this year.” His tone was so different from his usual teasing—gentle and sincere. “As long as you’re with me, that’s all I’ll ever need.”

The weight of his words settled in the air around you, and for a moment, you forgot about the cold or the impending war that loomed on the horizon. You turned to him, standing on your toes to press your lips to his. He tasted like butterbeer and laughter, his lips warm against yours despite the chill in the air.

Around you, the fireworks continued to burst in brilliant waves of colour—and when you finally pulled away, Fred was grinning again, his lopsided smile even more dazzling in the firework-lit night. “Next year,” he said, his tone edging back into a familiar playfulness, “I resolve to make you laugh at least twice as much. Shouldn’t be too hard—I’m brilliant, you know.”

“You’re something, alright,” you replied, shaking your head at him fondly. The words were laced with affection, and Fred clearly heard it, because he squeezed your hand tighter.

“Happy New Year, love,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

“Happy New Year, Fred,” you replied, leaning into his warmth as another firework burst overhead, painting the night sky in silver and blue. For this one perfect moment, the world felt safe and whole, and the future could wait until tomorrow.

[strangererotica]

table of ‘cuntents,’ below 👇

art the clown x reader

art was here ✨devil in the details✨the art of fucking ✨miles county haunt✨blood lust ✨santa’s little helper ✨santa’s little helper part 2

cooper adams x reader

headcanons (nsfw) ✨red flags ✨ your attention ✨my other cooper fics are posted on my exclusively cooper/trap blog @thebutchersbitch

steve harrington x reader

lesson learned ✨april showers ✨ delirium ✨ need ✨ dinner for one ✨ drain the snake ✨ baby-making weather ✨ honey ✨ afternoon delight ✨ brunch ✨ after party ✨campsite conception ✨ whiskey with a stranger ✨in the shower with steve ✨kitchen floor ✨toxic ex ✨head

josef (creep, the creep tapes)

episode one: billie

james logan howlett (wolverine) x reader

primal fuck love ✨ swallow

joel miller x reader

definitely good ✨hands on

jim hopper x reader

hopper’s sin part 1 ✨ hopper’s sin part 2 ✨ hopper’s sin part 3 ✨ under cover ✨ love spell part 1 ✨ love spell part 2 ✨ nsfw alphabet (hopper) ✨ dolled up part 1 ✨ enemies to lovers (hopper) ✨ hot lunch ✨dolled up part 2 ✨golden and alive ✨wrong

william afton / springtrap x reader

sick fuck ✨freak on purpose

steddie x reader

two holes, one dom ✨ wet as sin ✨the devil in hawkins ✨ two towels ✨love and treason (gladiator au)

eddie munson x reader

get off ✨bark ✨ devil eyes ✨ it’s wetter inside ✨motel sex

steve, eddie, hopper x reader

dealer part 1 ✨ dealer part 2

anthony bridgerton x reader

intensity ✨ soaked ✨ soaked part 2

mike schmidt x reader

just tell me when you’ve had enough ✨visiting mike late-night at freddy’s

gator tillman x reader

tight fit

[jam3sacaster]

“What did you fucking say?”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Rupert would go the ends of the earth to protect you, as he always told you. However, you’d never seen it in action…

18+ FANFIC / Feral, protective Rupert 🩷 Reader character aged at 21 🫶🏽 Mentions of half the cast 😅

It was a tantalisingly crisp Spring afternoon — golden rays of the sun casting a glow against the tremendous cups of daffodils and the brisk breeze dancing between the blades of grass at Green Lawns. Freddie and Valerie Jones had decided to host a garden party, meaning copious amounts of horrific champagne and a hoard of people exchanging fickle pleasantries. It was also yours and Rupert Campbell-Black’s first public outing as a newly established couple, and you secretly adored the scornful looks you received from every attendee’s envious wives as you arrived, hand-in-hand. The crowd has grown silent as he led you into the flamboyant garden, mouths agape in resentful shock.

“Charming welcome, as always.” Rupert remarked towards you, shooting the hushed crowd a fraudulent smile. Soon enough, their conversation grew frightfully noisy once again, although a few piercing gazes remained on you. “Oh hello, Mr Campbell-Black, please do help yourself to champagne.” A woman with a gaudily colourful dress on — mismatched hues of green and pink slapped onto a black linen shell — spoke towards your boyfriend, ignoring your presence entirely. “Thank you, Mousie. We will.” Rupert nodded, making his way to the buffet table and pouring you both a teeming flute of champagne. He just about made it over to you to hand you the glass, before he was whisked away by Valerie to introduce to an adoring gaggle of fans.

From across the carefully preened lawn, Tony Baddingham was involved in a tedious conversation with some television executives, but his piercing eyes leered at you like a hawk eyeing its prey. “Hello, gorgeous. Feeling like an outcast yet?” A familiar voice chimed from behind you, heavy hands pawing at your shoulders. “Hello, Bas. Not yet.” You grinned at the olive-skinned man, turning around to face him. At least you had one friend here — you had spent just as much time with Basil as you had with Rupert, often feeling like a third wheel in their fantastical friendship. “Oop. No. Not today.” Your boyfriend’s boyfriend groaned, bringing your champagne flute to his mouth for a stolen gulp, and practically bolting in the opposite direction. Utterly confused by Basil’s prompt exit, it immediately became apparent as Lord Baddingham emerged afore you.

“Why, hello there. Lord Baddingham. And you are… Rupert’s latest conquest, I take it? You’re not the first poor bitch he’s dragged along to one of these things.” The Roman-nosed man spat. God, Rupert’s right, he is a total cunt, you thought to yourself. “Lovely to meet you, Lord Baddingham. Rupert has told me all about you.” You respond — saccharine smile aching your lips. “Which lie has the poor bastard told you to get you here then? He’s never felt this way about anybody before, he’ll give you the world, or your pussy’s too tight that he can’t let you out of his sight?” Tony chortled at his own repulsive witticism. “I don’t think that’s rather appropriate to say to somebody you’ve just met if you don’t mind my saying, Lord B. I’m happy with Rupert.” You reply, but you needn’t have. Tony’s predatory eyes were ogling your cleavage, dreaming of something so very, very out of his reach. He leant in towards you, hot, acidic breath washing across your skin. “When he chucks you, you know where to find me. I wouldn’t mind a go on those marvellous tits.”

“What did you fucking say?” Rupert boomed from behind him, his voice irresistibly sexy and his presence providing the most needed wave of calm. Tony paused for a moment, exhaling deeply and turning on his heels. “I was just taking a moment to introduce myself to your new lady.” He replied, lying through his teeth. “No, what did you just fucking say to her?” Rupert reiterated, teeth grinding together so hard they could’ve crumbled. “Steady on, old chap. You’ll dispose of her in a few weeks, and she’ll be wanting to hold onto the fame with a new cock.” Tony hissed, the words leaving his mouth bitter and cold. It made you shiver in disgust.

Without hesitation, Rupert’s arm swung and delivered a forceful punch to Tony’s jaw, knocking the sinewy man to the floor and coaxing a ripple of gasps from the now gathering crowd. You clapped your hands across your mouth, shocked into silence. “Rupert! Don’t lower yourself, for fucks sake.” Basil thundered, sprinting over to his friend and pulling him aside. Tony, sitting up, tended to his bruised and bleeding jaw, Monica now fretting beside him. Rage seethed through Rupert’s body, but he smirked at the pain he’d inflicted on his mortal adversary.

“I’m terribly sorry you had to see that, angel. But there was no way I was going to allow him to speak of you like that.” Rupert huffed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you tight to his chest. “Yes, of course. Well done, Rupert. Made yourself feel like the big man now, have you?” Tony continued his barrage of abuse, pulling himself to his feet and spitting a bloody glob of phlegm onto the ground. Marching towards him and grabbing a tight fistful of Tony’s navy silk shirt, Rupert practically lifted him from the grass. “Listen, Baddingham. If I see you so much as glance in her direction again, you’ll be straight to Corinium nursing a lot more than a fucking broken jaw. Do I make myself clear?” He seethed, and rather enjoyed seeing Tony spluttering in confusion. “Yes…” He managed to choke out in that weedy, pathetic voice of his.

“Good.” Rupert muttered, loosening his grip of Tony’s shirt and watching him fall to the ground once more. Taking a firm grip of your hand, Rupert ushered you towards the pathway. “Come on, angel. Let’s go home.”