#golden freddy x reader

[thatssomegoodsoup]

WITHERED GOLDEN FREDDY x READER HCs

A/N: there is no spirit haunting WGF here

You fell first + it was a slow burn relationship

^ He would of still tried to kill you until he developed feelings for you

^ But he wouldn't melt your brain as he normally would, he would let you go

He still has some semblance of gentlemanliness so he is respectful of your boundaries

He appears behind you to hug you

His presence can cause hallucinations so he isn't around often (since the hallucinations get scarier the longer he's around)

^ This doesn't apply to when someone's sleeping however, so he often teleports you to the back rooms so you can sleep against him or in his lap for your entire night shift (management is clueless)

When you come in for your nightshift, you often find poorly drawn drawings on your desk drawn by WGF

WGF hides in a room hidden behind one of the walls in the Parts and Service room so he's a legend/myth among the employees, so nobody believes you when you say you've seen him + you know him

^ The main cast, and the withereds, know he exists, and due to that man being more homicidal and vengeful, none of the animatronics will mess with you and they will go out of their way to be kind to you

Puppet is friends with WGF so he'd be friends with you as well

^ Another reason for the main cast and the withereds to be afraid of you lol

He doesn't speak often, but when he does, it's to fluster you with compliments and flirting (or to sing a snippet of a song for you)

WGF finds your eyes the prettiest part of you (since he has none)

He likes scaring you sometimes (platonic fearplay? I headcanon him as aroacespike so-)

[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˵)

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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. 

[magicalbunbun]

This is a nice duo :D

[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."

[agreeewrites]

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 two | part three | masterlist

“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.

>Part Two

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[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.

[clesired]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !

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

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

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!?

𝐧𝐨���𝐞 ! 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! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

[lightsoutmatthews]

Pulled - Joseph Woll

summary: on March 5th, 2025 at 10:57pm EST Joseph Woll gets pulled for performance related reasons for the first time in his NHL career.

pairing: Joseph Woll x female!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: angst

authors notes:

I whipped this up this morning after seeing that depressing video of Woller on the bench after being pulled

So, a bonus post to the usual one that is coming on Saturday

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The first goal was not really something out of the ordinary. An unlucky bounce that slipped past him. It had you squirm, but it was still early in the game so there was still time to fight back.

The second goal was one he probably should have had. But the defense was making bad plays, not supporting him. Or at least, that was what you were telling yourself.

The third one was the worst. Berube called for Stolarz the second the refs confirmed the goal and the Golden Knights obnoxious goal horn stopped blaring through the arena. Your boyfriends head hung low. Grabbing the water bottle from behind the net, splashing a quick spray on his face before skating over to the bench. Anthony giving him a supportive slap to the blocker as they passed each other.

He didn’t even bother opening the door, just climbing over the wall trying to escape as quickly as possible. Supportive claps from Matthew Knies, Simon Benoit and Craig Berube doing nothing when he made his way further down the tunnel.

You knew his emotions were all over the place. You knew he was blaming himself for this and not the lack of support from the team. The lack of defense and the lack of offence.

When he returned to the bench a few minutes later his Leafs cap was pulled deep over his eyes. You couldn’t see his expression from sitting high up in the box at T-Mobile Arena. You and a few other girls made the trip to Sin City to support your partners. Seeing them for more than a day during their weeks of endless road trips.

Steph Marner and Gab McCabe gave you comforting rubs on the back as you kept your eyes focused on your boyfriend, sitting slumped together on the stool they provided for him.

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The game continued to go into the wrong direction. Ending 2-5 for the Golden Knights. Anthony putting in a stelar performance but the two goals from Mitch and Auston weren’t enough.

The mood was slumber around the room as everyone gathered their belongings to go and head back to the hotel. Access to the visiting locker room usually not being something a home team provided.

The team would stay in Vegas overnight and fly to Denver for their game against the Avalanche in two days tomorrow. You hoped you had time to see Joseph, especially after his night went but at the same time you wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to be alone.

You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that sometimes he needed to deal with something on his own before being able to speak about it with someone else.

As someone who never played a sport it was hard for you to grasp what exactly he was going through. You tried hard to be supportive and to be there for him when he needed you too but there were certain things, especially about his position on the team just another goaltender would understand.

You hoped he would talk with Anthony about it. Maybe chat to Matt Murray or Freddie Andersen, two of his biggest mentors during his time on the Leafs. Especially since it was the first time being pulled for performance related reasons.

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Shortly after you entered your hotel room you got a link sent by one of your friends from home. The thumbnail showed your boyfriend sitting on the stool.

When you clicked on it your heart broke all over again. His eyes were glossy, rimmed red from what you could make out in the video. Tears started to prick at the corner of your own eyes. Seeing your usually vibrant boyfriend so upset and sad was not something you ever wanted to see.

You swiped the video away quickly, the video not something you wanted to look at for longer than you had to. Typing a quick response to your friend you jumped as another notification popped up your phone.

Matt Knies: Hey, just a heads up, he´s incredibly angry at himself. Left the arena a few minutes ago but I don’t know where he´s going, I tried to talk to him, but he didn’t want to listen. Can you let me know if he shows up at yours?

You let out a loud sigh. You knew Josephs mood would be terrible, that he would be angry about himself, telling himself he wasn’t good enough, he let his team down. All the things that weren’t true.

I I figured as much. Thanks for the heads up, I will let you know if he shows up.

After sending the message you silenced your phone and slowly got ready for bed. You wished he would’ve texted you, letting you know that he was okay, even though you knew that he wasn’t. But you knew him well enough that he wouldn’t until he cleared his own head.

So, you went to take a shower, did your skincare routine, put on pajamas and laid down on the hotel bed, your book in one hand, your phone in the other.

You checked for messages again before putting it on the charger but there was nothing besides a few messages from a group chat with the other girls confirming the plans for tomorrow.

The warm glow of the bedside table lamp reflected in the window as you starred outside. Downstairs the Vegas nightlife was buzzling. Putting up a strong contrast to the silence and somber atmosphere in your room.

You were worried. Trembling hands and a racing heart a solid confirmation.

Regardless, you got under the covers and tried to focus on your book, but the words were blurring together and none of the sentences on the page were making sense.

After reading the same sentence three times over and it still not making sense you closed the book and slammed it down on the nightstand with a little too much force.

Flopping back down on the bed, hitting the pillow with a loud thud you let out a loud sigh, checking your phone again.

Still nothing.

You knew he´d be alright. Or at least that´s what you kept telling yourself. Your thoughts spiraling all over the place at the same time.

Where was he? Was he okay? How was he feeling?

You were close to texting Matt again, asking if he showed up at the team hotel but before you could pick up the phone a knock on your rooms door had you shoot up.

The sight that waited for you on the other side made your heart break into a million pieces. It was even worse than watching the video.

Joseph looked like a shell of himself. His hair disheveled, looking like he had brushed through it many times. His eyes lifeless. The usual pretty blue without its glow.

He was still in his gameday suit, which meant he didn’t go back to his room after the game. Making you even more worried as to where he went between leaving the locker room and coming here.

You moved aside to let him into the room. His steps heavy on the carpeted floor. The dress shoes leaving slight marks as he walked.  

As soon as you closed the door you stepped into his embrace. His arms automatically wrapping around you as soon as you were close enough. Pulling you flush against his chest so you could feel how heavy his breaths were.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest, his arms tightening as soon as the last word left your mouth.

When he let go of you a few minutes later you stepped further into the room where he shed his suit jacket and shoes before sitting down on your bed. Head hung low; shoulders sacked.

You didn’t know what to say, had no idea if anything could make it any better so you settled for telling him that Matthew was worried and that he should text him to let him know he was okay.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and thrusted it into your hand. “You know the code.” The only thing he said before flopping backwards on the bed with a heavy sigh.

Tapping the screen to unlock the device you looked at the picture of two of you had taken on your vacation last off-season. The memory spreading warmth through you, a small smile spreading across your face, regardless of the somber atmosphere.

After typing out a message to Matt you threw the phone back at him, it landed next to him in the sheets, staying there untouched.

“I´m always proud of you, no matter if you make fifty saves or zero.” His head lifted and he looked at you with a sour expression. “Nothing to be proud off from today.”

Your heart dropped. The pain and frustration in his voice ripping you apart. “I just don’t get what happened, ever since that game a few days ago something is going on in my mind and I can´t figure out what it is." He ran his hands over his face.

"Its keeping me from being my best self and what the team needs to win games. The outcome could’ve been different if I had those two goals. They would have had a chance to win.”

You sat down next to him and looked at him with a stern expression. “Joseph, look at me.” His eyes immediately locked with yours.

“Hockey is a team sport, this isn’t to blame on you alone, like Mitch said in media, they let you hang out to dry. And your mind is fine, it has been a couple of stressful weeks, so many games, back to backs with travel between countries. I think you´re exhausted. You need a few days to recover.” But you knew he didn’t have a few days to recover.

They had tomorrow off because of travel but after that he´d be right back into the grind. He opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him with your finger. “No arguing.” So, he closed his mouth again and laid back down.

You slid up next to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, clinging to him, trying to give him a lifeline. For a bit he didn’t move but then he wrapped his arm around you too. “It´s just so frustrating,” he whispers into your hair.

“I know, honey.” You placed a soft kiss to his chest. “But there´s nothing you can do about it now. What´s done is done and next game will be better.”

You weren’t sure if your words had any effect on him, but you needed to get it out there. “I hope so, I want to show them I can be the guy they can bank on for a long time.”

“And you will. It´s still early in your career, you haven’t even made a hundred games. Every goalie had shit games every once in a while, you´re not the first and you certainly won´t be the last.”

A long stretch of silence followed.

“Thank you for being there for me. I know I´m not great company right now,” he whispered into the silence at one point.

You placed a kiss to his cheek. “Like I said, I love you regardless of you making a hundred saves or none, because I love you for being you and not for being Joseph Woll, goaltender for the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

He leaned down and finally connected your lips to a tender kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.”

For another few minutes neither of you said anything, him just pressing a subtle kiss to the crown of your head every now and then. When it stopped you looked up and saw that his eyes were closed, and his breaths grew heavier.

You were glad he settled down and while you didn’t know if he could stay the night, you snuggled closer to his chest, relaxing into the up and down of his deep breathing.

I Hey, he fell asleep, and I think he´s staying here tonight, not sure if he can but I don’t want to wake him. He´ll be back when he needs to be tomorrow, just letting you know in case anyone asks.

Matt Knies: Glad he´s with you, Bus is at 9 tomorrow, just make sure he´s back by like 8 so he can grab his stuff. Thanks for letting me know.

Putting your phone away again you sighed quietly, checking again if you boyfriend was still asleep. He looked peaceful, like the weight of the world didn’t came crashing down on him earlier in the night.

At that point you were glad you could help ease the pain because you knew he would do the same for you in a heartbeat.

[thatssomegoodsoup]

Hihi!! I can’t rlly tell if your requests are open but if they are may I request relationship headcanons of Foxy (fnaf 1) x reader?

Tysm in advance and feel free to delete if ever ^^

my requests are always open, I just take really long breaks :3

also my upload schedule is horrendous and there is no sense of order to what I write

FOXY x READER HCs

A/N: there is no spirit in Foxy here

He is a gentleman at heart so he is really kind and courteous!

^ He's also very homicidal so he will get jealous if you talk to other people, but deep down he knows you wouldn't leave him (also he has unresolved abandonment issues)

Since he is permanently out of order cuz yknow he bit someone, you two often sit on the pirate cove stage and play games or talk (it's a very private location too)

He is really gentle with you

Foxy is incredibly empathetic AND a great listener making him a good person to rant to

I HC that Foxy and Golden Freddy are good friends due to being alienated by the main cast so you have a REALLY terrifying bodyguard

He likes singing for you (I hope you enjoy sea shanties)

Foxy likes being pet on the head (also yea he is fluffy but in the way that a pomeranian with a summer cut would be)

At night or during non-busy days you two race around the pizzeria (it annoys management AND the main cast) (the other employees and the children enjoy it)

If he ever accidentally hurt you, he would be incredibly apologetic and may distance himself (trauma :3)

Foxy LOVES cuddles and likes it when you sit in his lap (apparently that cuddling position is called the 'lounge chair')

Reader often repairs Foxy because most of the main staff does not care for him

Reader will sometimes break Foxy out of the resteraunt to take him to their house to hang out (management does not care at this point, just bring him back when you're done)

Credit for divider: @kodaswrld

I worked really hard on this one! I started work on this the day you sent this BUT neighbor drama came up, and yesterday the neighbor hurt my dad so uh ig I'm suffering fanfic author curse? Idk man, but I managed to get it done! Enjoy anon! :3

[httpvomitello]

could u do a little love triangle where both fred and george are into the reader? 👉👈 they've been a trio of bsfs since the beginning and the twins like to bicker over reader's attention. there doesn't need to be a definite ending — maybe reader's just sighing and rubbing their temples by the end of it LOL

Hello, beautiful person! I particularly don't like love triangles because I ALWAYS SHIPP THE PERSON WHO DON'T END UP WITH IN THE END. (but if it's the twins, I'd take both of them without complaining hehe). I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

Twins and Trouble .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Somewhere between first-year food fights and fifth-year Quidditch matches, the twins Fred and George Weasley had started bickering. Not about pranks or who had the better sense of humor—no, they were fighting over you.

george weasley x f!platonic reader

fred weasley x f!platonic reader

"Oh, for Merlin’s sake, not this again."

You slammed your book shut and glared at the two redheaded menaces standing before you. Fred and George stood on either side of your library chair, bickering in hushed (but still way too loud) voices.

"You literally sat next to her at breakfast, Fred—"*

"Yeah, and you sat next to her at dinner last night, Georgie."

"Oh, so now we're keeping score?"

"Mate, I’ve been keeping score since third year—"

You let out a deep, suffering sigh. "Please tell me you’re not actually fighting over who gets to sit next to me."

Fred grinned. "Oh, we’re definitely fighting over who gets to sit next to you."

George crossed his arms. "Technically, we’re fighting over who gets to sit next to you more."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, willing yourself to stay calm. "Both of you are being ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you? Absolutely," Fred said, winking.

George groaned. "You cannot be flirting right now, Freddie."

"I can and I am," Fred shot back.

You could feel the beginnings of a headache forming.

It had always been the three of you.

Since first year, you, Fred, and George had been inseparable. You were the unofficial third Weasley twin—the one who kept them grounded (when you weren’t helping with their schemes), the one who laughed the loudest at their jokes, the one who never felt like a third wheel between them.

Until, of course, they started treating you like you were some golden prize to be won.

It started small—harmless teasing, playful jabs. Then, suddenly, they were one-upping each other, bickering over who got to partner with you in Potions, who got to sit beside you in the common room, who made you laugh harder.

At first, you brushed it off. It’s just the twins being the twins.

But then Fred threw an arm around your shoulder at a Quidditch match, and George actually pouted.

Then George "accidentally" spilled ink on Fred’s Charms essay after Fred had spent all afternoon helping you with yours.

And last week? Oh, last week, they nearly came to actual blows over who got to walk you back to the dormitory after class.

You were done.

"That’s it."

Fred and George blinked at you as you stood up so fast your chair nearly tipped over.

"I cannot believe I have to say this, but: I am not a prize. I am not some trophy you two get to bicker over like children. I am a person. A person who, mind you, is slowly losing their will to live every time you two open your mouths!"

The twins exchanged glances.

You weren’t done.

"I swear, if I have to hear one more argument about who gets to sit next to me, or who gets to carry my books, or who makes me laugh more, I will personally hex both of you into next week. Do you understand me?"

Silence.

Then—

"Got it," Fred said cheerfully.

And then?

Then, that absolute buffoon pulled out a juice box, stabbed the straw into the carton, and took a long, deliberate sip.

As if you hadn’t just screamed at them in the middle of the library.

You could feel your eye twitching. This is it. This is how I die. Not from Voldemort. Not from a rogue spell. But from the sheer audacity of Fred Weasley sipping a bloody juice box.

George, bless him, had the decency to look somewhat guilty. "We were just messing around, love."

"Yeah, well, it’s not funny anymore," you huffed, plopping back into your chair.

Fred gave you a lazy grin. "Not even a little?"

You glared at him.

He took another obnoxious sip.

George sat down beside you, nudging your knee with his. "We really didn’t mean to make you upset, you know."

Fred sat on your other side. "Yeah. If you want us to stop, we’ll stop."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "That’s all I ask."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"But if you had to choose—"

"OH MY GOD, I HATE YOU BOTH."

[slytherinsimp12]

𝔹𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥🤭💌

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Fred weasly

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive and Use of y/n

Summary: Y/n falls off her broom after a quidditch match and sustains a serious spine injury. She is supposed to be in bed rest at madam pomfery’s , but her bf ,Fred misses her a little to much.

Black clouded your peripheral vision, the world seemed to be spinning and you couldn’t make sense of the figures before you. Soon everything came into focus, a group of people circled around the bed you were lying on; the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Where were you? What happened? Why was everyone looking down at you?

“I think she is waking up,” a girl’s voice announced.

Then it all came crashing back to you... You fell off your broom during the Quidditch match! You were trying to hit the Bludger away from Harry just as he was about to catch the Golden Snitch, but it hit you in the head and you fell, toppling down 20 feet.

“Did we win?” You managed to croak, your voice barely a whisper.

“A determined lad she is, even on her death bed,” George said.

“And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. How are you feeling, Y/N?” Hermione asked, smiling at you.

“Never been better,” you joked.

“Yes. I caught the Snitch. All thanks to you. But please be more careful next time, Y/N. Nearly gave me a stroke when you fell,” Harry said, answering your question.

You smiled wearily.

Everyone was here, but the one person you wanted was nowhere to be seen.

“Uh- Where’s Fred?” you questioned.

“Right here, love.” A red-eyed Fred appeared.

“Aww baby, have you been crying?” you asked, teasing him.

Fred walked up to the bed and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“We’ll take that as a cue to leave then. Take care, mate,” Ron announced.

After everyone left, tears escaped from Fred’s eyes.

“Freddie… I’m fine. Don’t cry, love,” you said as you brushed his cheek with your fingers.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him a weak smile.

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“THREE WEEKS!” Fred shouted at George.

“Three bloody weeks Y/N’s been on bedrest! I can’t take it anymore, good god help me!” he cried.

“What’s with all the yelling?” you asked as the Weasley twins approached you.

“This big guy here is having a hard time keeping his little guy under control, since you’ve been on bedrest.” George smirked.

You couldn’t help but turn red after George’s comment.

“Oh bugger off, George,” Fred scolded.

After George left, Fred cozied up on the hospital bed with you.

“I miss you so much, Y/N.”

“I miss you more.”

“You know… there are things we can do that don’t require much… action. I won’t even need to get out of bed,” you suggested.

“Don’t tempt me, love. What if someone walks in on us?” he asked.

“So let them…” you smirked.

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[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 🙃

[cloverrwritess]

Title: "WHAT WOULD [READER] DO?" | part 1

Ian Hecox x Fem!Padilla! Reader

Request: Yes | No

authors note: part two part three part four

MASTERLIST

"Hello everybody! Welcome to another episode of 'What Would Blank Do' and today, my friends are here to guess what I would do and they have to give the right answers for these questions I have in my hand right now. We have three special guests here, would you guys want to introduce yourselves?" I said and looked the people beside me.

Today we were filming a video for Smosh Pit, It was my turn to do the whole 'What would Blank Do'.

"I'm Amanda and I know I'll win this" Amanda picked up her whiteboard and turned it to the camera, It had the words "Winner" written on it. "I'm Angela and I know her 100%, I'm taking the crown on this one" She slammed her hand on the table yelling "I'm winning" over and over again.

I chuckled at how loud Angela was already and I haven't even read any questions out loud yet. "Okay, I'll be the one to introduce the last contestant here, we have mister Ian Hecox, my long time childhood buddy" I clapped my hands and put my hand on his shoulder.

"If you get any of these wrong, I might need to rethink our friendship pal" I squeezed his shoulder while giggling.

I knew Ian from my brother, Anthony. I was there when they started the website and the youtube channel, I was working behind the scenes while they were filming themselves being stupid on camera for people to see. My name was always written in the description of their videos. When my brother left Smosh, I was the one that stayed with Ian in helping him build Smosh again.

"I'm confident on my answers since I've known you for so long" He puffed up his chest and wiped the imaginary dust on his left shoulder.

________

"First, If I was a dog breed, what would I be?" I read from the mini flash card and wrote my answer on my board. I looked up at them answering on the board smiling. "Amanda, let's start with you first"

"Well I choose a Golden Retriever since they're your favourite obvi" She flipper her hair and made a mean girl facial expression towards the other two beside her.

"I picked Border Collie because they are intelligent dogs and you said you would likr a smart dog as a pet" Angela circled something on her board "I even drew one for you"

I pointed at the little doodle on her board and laughed, It didn't even look like a dog to begin with.

"You ladies basically don't know her" Ian said and had his board look at the camera. "Obviously she put [fav dog breed] as the right answer since she always talks about how cute they are and how much attitude they have. My eyes slightly widened at his answer. “Well I did answer [dog breed] so Ian gets 10 points while you two get 5 points.”

Amanda and Angela's mouths were wide open in shock while Ian punched his fist up in the air for getting it right.

"Ian never do that again or else I'll dock points for giving me the ick"

________

We were on to our last question and right now Ian was ahead of the girls by 50 points. "This is my last question for you guys, so listen carefully. What year would I like to time travel in if it was possible?"

I gave the three some time to answer before time was up. "Let's start with Angela first since she finished writing before the others"

Angela showed her board and I Immediately started laughing, she had the words 'rennisance' on her board and her excuse was she didn't know the spelling.

Amanda wrote 1870 for some reason with nothing to back up her answer. Finally It was Ian's turn and he flipped his board towards the camera, the words "80's-90's" were written on it.

"You love listening to music from that era so that's my answer" He confidentally said while drawing a circle around his answer. "Well the answer was the 80's so Ian gets 10 points!" I showed my answer with a bad drawing of freddy mercury next to it.

"This is bullshit! He cheated!" Angela yelled crossing her arms for losing the game. "I told you I know her better than you guys" Ian answered back.

"With the total of 160 points Ian wins this episode" I clapped my hands while Amanda and Angela was booing Ian for winning.

________

I was back in my office space eating lunch after filming, I heard a knock on my door and saw Ian's face peek. I motioned his to come in. We usually eat together lunch together and talk about things for the channel away from the people. Sometimes personal things we don't want others to hear.

"So you won, how do you feel knowing you know me better than the others?" I turned to look at him, seeing him already looking at me. "I feel great, I felt like there would be a strain in our friendship if I lost the game" He said in a monotone but playful voice and shrugged his shoulders and opened his lunch. We sat eating in silence for a while before he spoke up again.

"Are you busy tonight?" I was looked up at him and shaked my head from side to side indicating I wasn't busy.

"Want to eat dinner together? My place" His voice sounded sincere and knowning me, I can never say no to him. "Sure, Besides I miss hanging out with you outside of work" I smiled at him.

"My place at 8pm, don't be late"

[strangererotica]

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⋆˙⟡ masterlist 1 under the cut ⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡. click here for masterlist 2 ⋆˙⟡

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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✨art the clown x reader x hitachi ✨afterkill✨this santa’s kinda weird…

father paul hill / monsignor john pruitt x reader

(i want to be) righteous ✨nsfw ramblings✨god’s hand✨a new eden: chapter one✨ lead us not into temptation ✨body of christ✨a new eden: chapter two

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✨help with dessert✨nsfw thoughts✨good boy✨sore loser✨it’s in his kiss✨special✨domestic bliss✨sweet little lies✨road rage✨blood in the water✨businessman!steve thoughts

josef (creep, the creep tapes)

episode one: billie ✨episode two: breakfast✨episode three: the game✨the josef tapes

james logan howlett (wolverine) x reader

primal fuck love ✨ swallow

joel miller x reader

definitely good ✨hands on✨five more minutes ✨fuckin’ lucky✨licked

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✨backseat, backdoor

william afton / springtrap x reader

sick fuck ✨freak on purpose✨sins of the father

steddie x reader

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

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 ✨soaked part 3✨soaked part 4 can be found in my second masterlist!

mike schmidt x reader

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

gator tillman x reader

tight fit

john tyler x reader

run, rabbit, run

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[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.”