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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 20) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~Uni sucks, life sucks and not even in the sexy vampire way, but I finally have some motivation to write! Also prepare for more expanded vampire lore!~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - ??), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama/Angst. Possessive behaviour

The light hurt your eyes even through your heavy lids as you were shaken awake. Groaning and swatting the large, heavy hand away from your shoulder before a soft chuckle reached your ears, earning a soft press of thick fingers into the bites along your neck, making you hiss uncomfortably and sit upright quickly. Blearily staring at the source of pain as he licked his fingers clean from the small drops of blood that coated them from your rebroken skin. "Good morning sunshine." A soft purr to his voice, scowling at him in return before he chuckled and shook his head slightly, twisting his body to grab something from behind him. "You're particularly irritable this morning."

"Oh jee, I wonder why that might be, maybe because you just stuck your finger in my neck?" Scowling at him as he placed a tray in your lap, heavy with fruits, toast and those tiny useless pots of jam that only hotels carried. Blinking slowly as you realised he was dressed already. The light was fading through the partly open curtains, and your whole body felt as if it was stiff and aching like you'd been working out for four days straight. "How long was I out?"

"Long enough, little rabbit." William murmured, his silvery eyes focused intently on you as his hand reached for your face, gently pulling on your lower eyelid and checking it for a moment before leaving his warm, rough palm against your cheek for a moment more. Seemingly lost in thought before he pulled it away and stretched, the pop of his back settling into place accompanied by a satisfied groan. "I was starting to worry about you."

"Worry about me? Are you going soft, old man."

"Says the person who fucked that 'old man' last night." Waggling his eyebrow suggestively before you groaned, rolling your eyes in return and inhaling deeply. Realising just how hungry you were when you picked up the first piece of toast and smelt it, shoving it into your mouth unceremoniously as William stood up from the bed, your face turning into a slight frown as you realised that it wasn't quite as flavourful as you expected. Putting it down to stress, you shrugged and continued eating.

He grabbed a bottle from the mini-fridge, recognizing the dark liquid inside with not so much as an eyebrow raise anymore as he began to chug it like milk from the carton, giving you an ample chance to look over him and appraise what he was wearing for the day.

Afton looked somewhat more put together, the faint pink lines under his collar from the springlock failure lighter than the previous day even, dressed in a black dress shirt and a pair of black tailored slacks he looked as if he meant business as he rolled the sleeves up. Giving you a fanged grin as he caught you staring at his scared forearms as he revealed them and making you blush and turn your attention back to breakfast.

"You look nice." The compliment mumbled knowing full well that the vampire would be able to hear you. Earning another grin and a hum of approval as he looked you over, sheets carefully wrapped around your body as you made your way through the food he'd brought you. The morning light streaming in and catching your face, he felt his chest pang with something, frowning and pressing it far down back into the little box it had escaped from before he turned his back to you.

"Thank you bunny, I got some clothes out for you too, to make you look presentable."

"Is this the other friend you mentioned?"

"It is."

"We didn't have to dress up for Henry."

"That was different. This is...." William trailed off, trying to think on how to describe what he was planning on dragging you into. His shoulders tensing before slumping slightly, still on edge but thinking how he had lost his temper with you unfairly the day before and you had gone out to find him food. You had been willing to risk yourself for him more than once, and now, William Afton was starting to feel his debt to you biting him in the ass. "It's not so much a friend."

Turning his head, he could see you looking up at him, curious, with that little head tilt to one side that you subtly did when you wanted him to continue talking without wanting to ask. Sighing again as he turned around and leaned against the dresser, arms crossed against his chest almost protectively as his silvery eyes avoided yours.

"We're going to meet somebody that can help us get away from it all. Make sure that it's harder for Elizabeth and Michael to find us, or any other old ghost for that matter." Pursing his lips and rubbing his hand over his greying beard for a moment before continuing. "Not that I expect them to actually do it, but even being in that area, I might run into somebody who is willing to help out."

"You trust this person?"

"Oh not for a second, which....which is what I should warn you about. They're...manipulative, they'll try to get into your head, given half the chance, they will eat you alive."

"Sounds awfully familiar." Jumping in your skin slightly as you felt William's warm, rough hand on your chin and forcing you to look up at him. Having not heard him moving across the room, you forgot how silent the vampire could be when he wanted to be.

"I'm serious, little rabbit. They will slaughter you for fun given the opportunity. When we met, it was survival. We're talking about a vampire that doesn't need to do things like that, who's built up an empire so vast and expansive that they have no need to hunt for anything except for spot." The cold, stern tone to his voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, swallowing softly as you nodded as best as you could in his grip.

"Who the hell are you taking me to see, William?"

The vampire paused before he made himself let go of your jaw, biting his lip for a moment before he shook his head, looking away from you and fiddling with the rolled up cuffs on his sleeves. It made you even more nervous, seeing him fidgeting so much, so agitated, almost more so than when you were on the way to see Henry Emily. You began to worry about what on earth you were being dragged into this time, what would make William Afton nervous, aside from another ghost of his past.

"We're going to visit my sire. The one who made me what I am."

You almost wished that you were dealing with the ghosts again.

William had played dress-up with you before you left the motel. Making sure that you were wearing stockings, a small pair of heels that you weren't sure where in hell he pulled them from in his packed car, and a black dress that looked more suited to a job interview than going out. The high neckline covering up everything to just past your collarbones, the sleeves short and open, pinched at the waist and coming down to your knees, you almost thought it looked like something you'd wear to a funeral. William had pulled on a sweater over the top of his shirt, dark blue still somewhat stark against his black shirt, his eyes focused on the road ahead and the streetlights reflecting in his glasses as day began to slowly turn into night again.

He had explained through the quiet chatter on the radio that his sire lived in a city a few hours south, although he had to do a detour to make sure that you wouldn't pass through Hurricane again and risk detection, and that they were currently living in Arizona in what was classed as a 'nest' of other vampires of their own making. His sire had always been social, and thrived off of the attention that being doted upon by the ones they made gave them. You'd asked why he hadn't lived with them instead of returning to Hurricane, and you saw him tense at the corner of your vision for a moment before his reply finally spilt from his lips.

"I did for a time. Where did you think I disappeared to after I thought all my bridges had been thoroughly burnt?"

From the rest of the ride through some of the blistering Southern heat, you learned a little about vampire society in preparation to your first major exposure to it.

Firstly, vampires were often solitary, and in fact, his sire's situation was unusual. Too many vampires in one place starts to attract attention when blood bank stocks were low, or there was an absurdly large number of 'missing persons' that existed in a radius around that vampire nest. New Orleans, or major metropolitan areas such was New York were the only exceptions he could think of to that rule, but there were still limits to how effective that exception was.

Secondly, when a vampire was made they had a bond to their sire. It wasn't a paternal or maternal bond, but it gave the sire influence over their creations. William explained it more as a safety mechanism, it prevented the sireling from killing the sire, and the sire would be able to command their sireling to stop them from doing something stupid in return. However, the bond could be broken, especially if the sire wasn't present during the first moments after transformation, which he reluctantly explained was how Michael had been able to hurt him.

Thirdly, he needed to make a stop at a place before reaching his sire.

The street William pulled up to in the city that they reached as it was turning to true dark was just off of what looked like the equivalent of China-town for this city. The streets brightly lit and bustling with people despite the late hour, the sound hitting you like a wall when you stepped from the car, mouth watering as you could smell so many delicious things that you wanted to try as William encouraged you to link your arm with his and began to walk. His hands shoved deep into his pockets as he walked alongside you, eyes darting about and keeping you close to his side as you both received some glances from the local residents.

After a moment, he pulled you into little shop that had no sign out front, but the darkened windows and black lacquered panelling made it look rather ominous as you had to blink to adjust to the sudden light change once inside. The sound of a softly tinkling bell reaching your ears as your eyes adjusted to the gloom to see a small Asian woman emerging from the back, her black hair tied up in a bun and wearing a worn out t-shirt.

"I'm sorry we're just closing up for-"

"The changing of the guard? No worries, I'm happy to wait." William chuckled, his confidence seemingly back in place as he held himself, properly, releasing his arm from yours and gently tapping the middle of your back, leaning in to whisper to you. "Go have a look at the shelves for a bit, we won't be long."

You nodded slowly, the woman behind the counter eyeing you both suspiciously as you padded through the eerily quiet store. Breathing in deeply, you realised pretty quickly that it was a more traditional medicine shop, barrels and bags of various herbs and spices laying around, little drawers lining the back wall with carefully scribbled labels, making you squint as you tried to figure out what some of them said with the herbal, tea-like smell and the dim lighting making you feel sleepy.

"What are you still doing out there silly girl, I only sent you to get-" Another voice emerged from the back, heavy with an accent that couldn't quite place, and turning your head to see a short, older woman appearing from the back. The resemblance between the older and younger woman was uncanny, although the older woman was much shorter, and you couldn't help but immediately sense a familial connection between them. "Well well, do my eyes deceive me in my old age, or is that you William Afton?"

"The one and the same Mrs. Li, although I'm afraid I haven't aged as gracefully as you." William chuckled and smiled at the older woman, making her tut through her teeth and shake her head. Her dark hair shining in the low light like it was lacquered into place with how severe and precise the bun on her head was.

"Stop it you, embaressing me in front of my grand-daughter."

"Grand-daughter? My goodness, the last time I saw you, you were but a baby." The younger woman crossed her arms across her chest at the statement, and you couldn't help the pang of jealousy in the familiarity in his tone, although you knew that he was surely just being friendly.

The older woman sniffed and turned her head towards you, looking at you in the low light with eyes that seemed unnaturally dark, your brain wracking for what about them looked ever so slightly uncanny before you realised that it was almost like too much of her eyes were taken up by iris. Darkening the eye, reducing the amount of white that you could see.

"And you've brought a friend this time. A human friend at that." Mrs. Li offered you a smile, and you gave one back, before making your way back over to William, something in your instincts making you want to be closer to the vampire than the woman. "I smell her on you, and you on her."

"That would be correct, she's mine."

"About time you found one, last I heard you were back to haunting some dusty old restaurant." She chuckled, the younger woman disappearing with a dismissive wave after something was mumbled in Chinese, leaving through a bead curtain into the back of the store and presumably getting back to work.

"I could say the same with you still haunting this old shop."

"Bah, we all have our vices. Mine is my family, yours was your restaurant. But now, are you seeking a new vice, or perhaps a little something to take the edge off of some cravings?" The woman's smile was normal, perhaps a little crooked, but something about it made your skin crawl. Chastising yourself mentally for thinking so poorly of the small, harmless looking woman, although you were picking up on the slightly strange way that they were speaking to each other.

"Nothing like that, Mrs. Li. I was wondering if you still sold the old claiming sets?" You raised an eyebrow at the name, and the older woman chuckled, parting her lips and giving you the briefest glimpse of fangs layered behind their human teeth, making you blink as you were unsure that you had even seen it before she gave a coy smile at you.

"We have a few, they're rather old fashioned now, even amongst the elder sires."

"Yeah well, you know what a pretentious, old-fashioned bitch I'm on my way to see. It's a precaution." Afton's brow furrowed in concern, and the woman's smile dropped, looking solemnly up at him for a moment before her dark eyes flickered towards you.

"You're sure about going to see her, when you have company?"

"I need their help, and you know better than anybody that's she's damn-well aware of my presence in her city by now."

Mrs. Li sighed after a moment, shuffling around to look at the boxes on the wall, her fingers and long nails scratching lightly against the wood for a moment before landing on the brass handle of a box that looked like any of the others. Pulling it free and settling the long drawer on the counter, allowing you both to see inside. The inside was padded with green velvet, time-worn and fading, cradling a silvery coloured pair of chains inside. Her delicate fingers picking them up and examining them with a meticulous gaze before nodding and turning to look at William once more.

"I take it your symbol is still a rabbit."

"I am a creature of habit, as we all are Mrs. Li."

"Maybe an hour and it'll be ready. I'll bring some snacks out for you both. I'm not sending you away hungry."

The older woman shuffled off into the back, murmuring to herself in what you presumed was Chinese before looking at William, who simply smiled at you, even if it was a little strained for a reason you were growing increasingly concerned about. Gesturing for you to follow into the back with a flourish of his hand, keeping his thick fingers resting on the curve of your spine as he followed behind you.

There was something he wasn't telling you about his sire, but you supposed that you were in too deep to back out now, as you headed through the beaded curtains and into the dark beyond.

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yellowbunnydreams · 8 months ago

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You’re not dead… right?

Nope not dead! Just taking some mental health time as I have been working hardnon finishing university :)

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yellowbunnydreams · 9 months ago

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Roller Rink (Boss! William Afton x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF

Hello hello! I wanted to write something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things, so have a skating date with Will! Let me know what you think!

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WARNINGS: Age gap (reader in her mid 20's, Will is in his 40's), not edited, the fluffiest of fluff, Reader and Will skate together at a work party

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“Chrissy! Hey, hop in!” You call to the bubbly blonde who was already bouncing down the driveway, her skates slung over her shoulder. She piles into your Mercedes Wagon, vaulting over the middle row into the third row of seats that faced towards the back of the windshield.

“I can't believe your bosses rented out the entire Roll-A-Rama! They're so cool for letting you bring us!” One of them exclaims in the packed cab.

“Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily love to throw a good party.” You respond with a laugh. You pulled your sunglasses off the top of your head, shaking out your hair as it blew back in the breeze from the open window. You were on your way to Freddy’s annual summertime bash, your car filled with the excited screams of your friends.

“Are we going to get to see you flirting with your man?” Your copilot teases, nudging your shoulder.

You can't help but scoff and roll your eyes in response, “my man?”

“Girl, come on! You have been in love with this man, forever! How have you not made a move yet?” Someone else chimes in from the back seat.

“Because he's my boss?” You reply through a dumbfounded laugh.

“That just makes him even hotter.” You hear someone argue in response, a collective agreement from the rest of the car.

“You guys are ridiculous.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Just try not to embarrass me too badly.”

“No promises, if he's hot I'm gonna have to say something.”

You pull into the lot, recognizing a lot of your coworkers with their friends and family milling around in the parking lot, which appeared to be getting set up for a BBQ. “Everyone that’s drinking follow me to get wristbands!”

“Well, the party certainly has arrived.” Mr. Emily greets you all with a bright smile. “Ladies, how are we doing today?” He continues chatting casually as he checks all of your ID’s. He chuckles as he hands back the final license he had to check, “Hurricane has two r’s in it sweetheart.” She cringes as he catches her fake. “Are you driving home?” He asks quietly.

“No, sir.” She responds nervously. He wraps the purple wristband around her wrist.

“If anyone asks, you stole it.” She nods, the look of pure shock on her face making you chuckle. “Now, which one of you lovely ladies is driving tonight.” You raise your hand. “Alright, you know the drill. Go give your keys to Will, he's going to hold them to make sure you're good to drive before you leave.” There was a hurried, excited murmur through your group, a couple elbows being exchanged at drawing too much attention.

It wasn't hard to find him, the hulking mass of man lurking by the skate rental counter was a relatively difficult sight to miss. He straightens up when he sees you approaching, you hear one of your friends let out an impressed ‘wow’ as he rises to his full height. “Do us all a favor.” She whispers to you. “Climb that man like a damn tree.”

They all hung back while you went to go talk to him. You willingly surrendered your keys to him before he even had the chance to ask. “Planning on getting into a little bit of trouble tonight, are we?” He asks with a smirk.

“Me? Never.” You pout playfully at him. “I'm hurt that you would even think that, Mr. Afton.” Your heart races as you watch his silvery eyes flicker over your form.

“You're right, a good girl like you would never cause any trouble.” Your cheeks grow warm as you try to come up with a flirty response.

“The only trouble I can see myself getting into tonight is with you.” He raises an eyebrow at you, an almost impressed expression passing over his features.

“Is that right?” He chuckles, taking a couple steps closer to you. “Careful, little lady, you're going to end up with a lot of unwanted attention from me tonight.” He chuckles.

“Who says it's unwanted?” You shoot back, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and letting your eyes wander over his strong, broad shoulders. “I'll see you later, Mr. Afton.”

“Oh, yes you will, rabbit.” He winks at you before you hurry back to your friends.

“You're seriously blind if you can't see how into you he is.” You're immediately pulled into the squealing mass of girls all fawning over how cute you would be with Will. You weren't going to lie, you were really hoping he was planning on following through on his promise to see you later.

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After grabbing some food your group headed back inside, laughing as you all laced up your skates. “Mr. Emily!” You call out to him as you see him strolling past with his wife.

“Hey honey, how are you? Everyone's having fun I hope?” He asks with a cheerful smile.

“Oh yeah, we're having a blast! I was just wondering if, um, if you've seen Mr. Afton?” Your cheeks grew warm as the question tumbled from your lips.

“Will? He's already skating.” He leans down to speak quietly. “Between you and me, I think he's looking for you.” He chuckles.

“Me?” You ask, earning a nod from Mr. Emily. “Why would he be looking for me?”

“I've heard you're quite the skater, young lady, and Will is looking for someone… well, someone who can keep up with him.” He chuckles. One of your friends elbows you slightly, arching her brow at you. You're practically pulled from the bench, getting dragged to the wall to look out over the rink floor. Sure enough, you found Will. He wore a pair of dark purple skates with bright yellow wheels, which easily stood out from his otherwise entirely black ensemble of jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. He was skating in the middle of the rink, easily gliding around the center as he practiced a few simple warm up moves in time with the music that was playing.

“What are you waiting for? Go talk to him!” You're ushered out onto the floor, nervously cracking your knuckles as you rolled in his direction.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to join me.” He glides over to you, you thought your boss was a big man before, but seeing him wearing roller skates gave him a new, even more monstrous height.

“Mr. Emily was telling me you were looking for a skating partner…” You trail off with a coy smile.

“You think you're up for the task?” He rebuttals with a chuckle.

“With all due respect, Mr. Afton, I may be young but I'd like to think I'm pretty talented.” He offers you his hand with a gentle smile.

“Then why don't you prove it, rabbit.” Your hand slips into his. You both started off slow, just rolling next to each other at the start.

“I didn't think you'd be into something like this.” You remark casually.

“There's a lot of things you don't know about me, little lady.” He chuckles.

“I guess you're right, but there's a lot you don't know about me either.” Will’s hand comes to the small of your back as he carefully steps around you, avoiding your coworker that was sprawled out on the floor after slipping on his skates.

“I know a lot more than you think, rabbit.” You barely caught his response, the feeling of his hand burning against your skin.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” You challenge.

“Well…” he pauses for a second to think. You had found yourself drifting closer to him the longer you skated. Your awkward gliding side by side now turning more into a synchronized strut as you allow yourself to bump into his side. His hand slides across your back, wrapping securely around your waist as he keeps you tucked safely into his side. “I know that you don't like crowds, you prefer colder weather because you always get so, adorably excited whenever you can start wearing sweaters again… and don't think I haven't noticed your little Fizzy-Faz obsession.” He finishes with a laugh.

“What flavor-” You're cut off as he suddenly stops down to bring his face closer to yours.

“Cherry, because it always stains your lips the prettiest shade of pink.” He shoots you a playful smirk, noticing your flustered expression. You perk up when the music changes, Will glances at you curiously.

“I love this song!” You exclaim giddily. One of your friends whips past you, spinning and dancing along to the beat.

“You want to go join your friends?” He asks, you could hear the twinge of disappointment in his voice.

“If it’s all the same to you Mr. Afton… I’d like to stay here with you.” A smile slowly stretches across his features.

“You can call me Will, sweetheart.” He responds with a chuckle. “And I’d love to have a pretty little thing like you on my arm all night.”

“Dance with me, then.” You insist with a coy smile.

“Don't have to tell me twice.” He smiles. He maneuvers himself behind you, his hands coming to rest on the curves of your waist as he allows you to take the lead. He follows you closely through some of your favorite moves, “guess you weren't all talk, were you, baby?” You smile, taking his hand in yours.

“What can I say? I found a pretty good partner.” He chuckles at your response. You squeal as he tightens his grip around your waist, pressing you into his side as he effortlessly lifts you from the ground, spinning with you in his arms. You skated with Will for hours, enjoying some intimate small talk as he wrapped you up in his arms, his scruffy cheek pressed to yours as he leaned down to whisper compliments in your ear, each one leaving you more flustered than the last. He taught you a few more complicated moves he had learned over his skating career, both of you lagging as you fell into him more often than you would care to admit. But, every time Will was there to catch you in a strong embrace. Every so often you would catch sight of your friends, all of them ecstatic that you had managed to snag some alone time with the man that seemed to occupy your every thought. Your cheeks would grow warm as they would blow kisses at the two of you, one even screaming “get it girl!” As you rolled past, Will chuckled at the passing comment.

“It almost seems like they were expecting this to happen.” He says, shooting you a knowing smirk. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced up at him. It was the first time tonight you had really stopped to acknowledge how handsome he looked tonight. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you, his steely gray eyes almost seemed to shimmer under the neon roller rink lights. His strong arms stayed wrapped around your waist, muscles tensing under the delicate touch of your fingers. The musky smell of his cologne mixed with the subtle scent of cigarettes and machine oil clouded your thoughts.

“Will, I…” you swallow thickly, your mouth dry as you try to push out the confession you had been hiding for so long.

“Alright, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!” You both stumble slightly as the lights suddenly flash on, Will catching himself on the wall, pulling you flush against his chest to keep you upright.

“You okay?” The concern in his tone made your chest tighten.

“Yeah, thanks to you.” He scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he skates towards the edge of the rink.

“Would you…” he sucks in a deep breath. “Would you like to join me for a coffee or something?” You can't help but smile at his awkward invitation. “Call me selfish, but I'm just not ready to say goodnight to you yet.”

“I would love to. However, I'm the designated driver for whichever of my girls didn't get picked up by one of your horndog chefs.” You explain with a chuckle. He carefully sets you down on the neon star covered carpet, “unfortunately, it would have to be some other time.”

“I could always help you get everyone home.” He offers quietly.

“If you don't mind being in a car full of drunk party girls.” You giggle.

“Spending time with you is worth it.” He slings a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you head to take off your skates.

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“You are huge!” Chrissy drunkenly slurs as Will slides into the driver's seat of his car. You attempt to hide your embarrassed expression, dropping your face into your hands with a laugh, Will simply chuckles at the outburst.

“Where am I headed, kiddo?” Will asks, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She slurs out her address, Will seemingly having caught enough of it to know where he was heading. Chrissy sits forward, bringing her face next to yours in an attempt to whisper something, her lack of volume control at the moment made her attempt less than successful.

“He's seriously your boss?” You nod in response. “He's fucking hot… no wonder you want to–” You quickly clamp your hand over her mouth.

“Chrissy, you're drunk.” You laugh trying to quickly snap her off the subject.

“You're drunk!” She responds when she finally manages to push your palm away from her face. “I'm just saying, if she doesn't let you bring her home, I'm available!”

“Chrissy!” You exclaim in horror. Will snorts out a laugh at her statement.

When you finally drop her off your mind was absolutely reeling, not knowing what Will would have to say to you after listening to your friends drunk ramblings. “She's safely inside, her sister looked terrified of me.” He jokes.

“Well, it's not every day you have an incredibly handsome wall of man dropping off your drunk sister, I guess.” You froze after you registered what you had said. “I am so sorry–”

“So, you think I'm handsome?” You were nervous to look at him at first, not sure how that question was supposed to be interpreted. Your shoulders soften as you meet Will’s gentle gaze. You nod apprehensively, still too nervous to reiterate that fact out loud. “Well, if it's any consolation, rabbit…” He slides closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his side. He gently takes your chin between his fingers, not allowing you to look away. “I think you're very, very pretty.” He growls seductively. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips come to rest against yours. Kissing Will was a lot different than how you had imagined it. He was surprisingly gentle with you, as if you were made of glass. His fingers gently kneaded against your plush waist, his other hand leaving your chin in order to cradle your cheek in his palm, his strong fingers lacing their way into your hair. You kissed him until your lungs burned, so caught up in him that you had neglected to breathe.

It takes you a moment to regain yourself. Your eyes hazy, pupils blown, Will’s chest filled with a sense of pride at the sight. “Will?”

“Yes, bunny?”

“Did you still want to grab that coffee?”

His smile widens in response, “of course, pretty girl. Anything if it means getting to spend more time with you.”

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yellowbunnydreams · 9 months ago

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So I guess Christmas is coming up again! (Scary, I know!) Know that I am quite a few updates behind, but I'm focusing on real life right now being in my final year of university! But I am determined to write out a Christmas fic (plus a few extra chapters and such) for Christmas break, so I guess I got to start planning now!

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yellowbunnydreams · 10 months ago

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And There You Were [William Afton x F! Reader] [part 1]

~This is dedicated to the lovely @lucigooseart who is a brilliant artist. I hope you had a very happy birthday, friend, and that you enjoy the highs and lows of this birthday fic. There's so much I want to put in so this will be in a few parts!~

CW: MINORS DNI 18+.[Reader description! - Mentions of reader having curly hair] Older man/younger woman (Reader 20's, William late 30's). Non-cannon family structure, grumpy x sunshine, boss x employee, wholesome fluff, mild angst, Henry being a cringy dad (as always).

Based on the Young Afton drawings by Lucigooseart.

You had been glad to get the job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza when it had first opened, you remembered when Fredbear's Family Diner had opened in your small town, how there had been some push back on a children's restaurant that focused on animatronic entertainment. There was something charming about the yellow, velveteen furred animatronics however, and it had quickly developed into needing a secondary establishment and including more characters to keep the kids entertained. There were even new uniforms made out, since the staff expanded beyond the two original owners of Fredbear's Family Diner.

You wore your confetti blouse and red vest with pride, and a little yellow bunny clip to tie up your curls that you had made in honour of your favourite animatronic from the establishments, you were proud that you had been there since the very beginning and wore your uniform with a sense of joy that seemed to permeate through the staff generally. Freddy's was a magical place after all, where fantasy and fun came to life!

But as autumn set in, the fast pace of the summer seemed like a hazy memory that you had all but forgotten and woken from. Taking a deep breath as you pushed open the back fire-exit and breathed in the crisp air, eyes closed and drinking in the coolness against your flushed skin as you heard the door click shut behind you. Even on the slower days, Freddy's could be a little manic, and you were feeling a little burnt out of constantly being told the next job that needed doing or spill that needed cleaning without so much as a whisper of praise for all the times that you stayed late or started early , without clocking in you hastened to add mentally.

"You're looking rather flushed there, you all good?"

The voice made you jump as your eyes snapped open, struggling to take in the cool light for a second before drifting over to where the voice had come from. A guy that didn't look that much older than yourself, chestnut brown hair swept back as he peered at you through dark brown rimmed aviator glasses. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, a full brush moustache making him seem a little older as you briefly glanced over him. Black, bulky trench coat, a purpleish-grey sweater over what appeared to be a white turtleneck and khaki pants. Shoes and belt both a dark brown, you had to admit, the tall stranger had impeccable dress sense.

"Yeah, it's just warm inside is all. We seem to keep the heating on super high. Could just be the pizza ovens though." Laughing softly as the man's eyes crinkled slightly as he gave you a smile in return.

"Damn AC must be out again." He tutted, taking out the cigarette from between his lips and flicking the ash away as the smoke curled into the autumnal sky. "I'll get on that after I've finished my break."

"You work here?"

"You've not seen me working here?"

"Admittedly not, and you're not exactly dressed like an employee." The man rolled his eyes and scoffed, taking another drag before leaning back against the brick wall of the building, running his free hand through his hair.

"Henry wanted me to wear a uniform," He sighed, nose twitching as he ran his hand over his lower face. "I told him to fuck off. Everybody knew who we were, guess I just lost that bet."

Your brow furrowed slightly, before raising into a curious expression and looking up at him. Arms crossing across your chest and head tipped slightly to one side.

"How do you know Mr. Emily?" The stranger looked at you with his own furrowed expression, seemingly lost in his thought for a moment before sighing and tossing his mostly burnt out cigarette, stepping on it and crushing it beneath the toe of his shoe as his large hands shoved themselves into the pockets of his khakis.

"How do you think I know one of the owners of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria by first name basis? Do the curls take up space inside that pretty head of yours too?" You blushed at the backhanded compliment, arms tightening against your chest as you scowled slightly at him and one hand automatically moved to your head, touching your hair protectively like it had personally been insulted. As he pushed off of the wall, the man pulled out one of his large hands and offered it to you. Encouraging you to shake it and feel the rough callouses against your softer hand. "Afton, William. Not William Senior, not William Junior, Just William."

Your grip on his hand involuntarily tightened as he introduced himself, your breath hitching in your throat and eyes widening as you looked up at him. William Afton. The man was somewhat of a cryptid amongst the staff, if something was to go wrong, it was joked that Afton was to blame for it. Delivery didn't arrive on time? Afton clearly had it hidden in some back room. Couldn't find your car keys? Afton had taken your car and moved it two spaces over. It was all in good fun, but even when it was only Fredbear's Family Diner, he wasn't often seen.

"I feel like there's a story behind that introduction." 'At least you didn't say something really weird', you thought to yourself as he pulled back his hand and huffed a small laugh. Shaking his head slightly as the warmth of his hand returned to his pockets.

"Small town, people assume you're your father's son kinda thing. Nobody talks about the fact that I might not be from here, and that even if my father was named William, he's not exactly here to differentiate from." Rolling his eyes and you couldn't help but laugh at the explanation. Something about it amused you, and you watched Afton's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, giving him an almost comical expression. "Something funny, curly-locks?"

"Sorry it just caught me a little off guard. Well, 'Just' William, it was nice to meet you out here, slumming it with the rest of us on break." A broad smile on your face was mirrored by a small quirk of his lips and his eyes crinkling again, shrugging his shoulders nochelantly.

"Ah, I'm certainly not slumming it. Slumming it is using the employee break-room."

"Ouch, and might I remind you that you helped to build that break-room?"

"That's all Henry, I like machines over people."

"Great! Maybe you can convince the vending machine not to eat our quarters for once!" William chuckled at the thought and shrugged again. Reaching past you and for the door, opening it up and half-standing between the warm interior and cold outside of the building. Feeling the change in temperature and frowning as he thought about the fact that there would be a lot of sudden, unexpected strain on his precious animatronics due to the changing temperature.

"We'll see. Out of sight, out of mind, little rabbit."

"Rabbit?" You repeated, curious as he gestured to your hair and gave you a bit of a lopsided smile.

"Your Spring-Bonnie clip. Even though it's kinda broken."

"Oh shit, did the ear fall off again?" Hand reaching up and feeling for it through your curls and groaning as you realised the little clay ear had snapped off again, giving it a very lopsided appearance. You weren't sure where your art supplies were back at your home, and you weren't even sure that at that point, it was worth repairing due to the slight discolouration of the original clay thanks to the constant wear and use you put it through.

"I think it's cute. You should keep it like that. Sometimes, things are just meant to be."

He smiled as he closed the door behind him, leaving you outside on your break. Wondering how you had never met him before, and why you were getting a small fluttering tightness in your chest when you thought about his warm smile.

It was a few days before you saw William again, not in a large overcoat this time, but rather a purple button up and brown slacks. He had oil over his forearms and fingers as he tried to adjust his watch on his wrist, the scowl on his face suggesting that perhaps it wasn't going so well. You'd just clocked off, but you figured it wouldn't be such a bad thing to talk to the co-owner again. "Need a hand with that, 'Just-William'?" You asked him, making him look up and smile after a moment as he noticed who it was. His eyes crinkling slightly with his smile as he chuckled and shook his head, turning his attention back to the strap of his watch. "Good to see you too, curly-locks. I'm just trying to get this thing back on after working on the animatronics. Bonnie fritzed out again, which honestly wouldn't be noticeable if he didn't keep playing the same chord for three hours straight." Sighing as he gave up on trying to reattach his watch, running an oily hand through his hair and leaving little black streaks through it. "Really? I hadn't noticed! It's not like I've spent eight hours listening to the same chord over and over again or anything." William paused and chuckled at your sarcasm, shaking his head and holding the watch limply by the strap as he shrugged, putting his hands on his hips and shifting the weight to one leg. "Okay, okay I get it."

"Do you? 'Cause I can try and hide a tape-recorder in your office with the most annoying music I could possibly find on repeat until the batteries run out." "Only if you want to find out what it's like to have all your door hinges slightly undone so they squeak horribly." "Mr. Afton! Going through employee files like that to find out where I live, positively scandalous." Bursting into laughter as he smiled and started chuckling too, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, his cheeks a little flushed. "Yeah, I took that a bit far didn't I?" Looking a little flustered with himself as you shook your head, still bursting into the occasional giggles as your fingers quickly took hold of the watch from his hand, seeing him open his mouth in protest before you took ahold of his wrist and got him to hold it out. Quickly strapping it back onto his wrist, trying to find the most worn out notch in the strap to figure which was the best tightness for him. "There, all done. And maybe, but you have been undergoing torture listening to Bonnie all day." William smiled as he rubbed his wrist where you'd attached the watch, deftly adjusting it to sit right against his skin. Glancing over you and noticing you had the same Spring-Bonnie clip in your hair as always, although it was slightly crooked, something in him wanted to reach out and adjust it to sit straight, although he chalked that up to personal pride in his own personal animatronic. "Thanks, rabbit. I would shake your hand but uh...Guessing you don't fancy scrubbing shit out of them for a few hours?" Helplessly shrugging his hands and looking at the black oil and hydraulic fluid that coated his rough skin. Watching as your nose scrunched up and you held your hands up in surrender. "No thank you, I already have to wash my hair when I get back. Pretty sure some kid spilt soda in it when I was bent down to pick something up." "Does it take you long to make it curly?" He asked, curious as he eyed your hair, feeling the gears of his mind turning over an idea, wondering if he could possibly pull off a harmless little gift for you.

You were the first employee to really talk to him since Fredbear's Family Diner had opened a few years before. Of course, he had interviewed people to work in maintenance for him, but it was always very stiff and formal. Henry had told him countless times that he was too picky about the people he wanted to hire, but William always called it due caution. The animatronics were their whole livelihood, if something were to happen to them, it would all come down on their heads. Literally and figuratively. But something about how you talked and joked with him made him feel at ease, enjoying how you joked with him and didn't treat him differently just because he was one of the owners. He had a feeling he was growing to like you. "It's my natural hair texture?" A little confused by the question as William blinked and raised his eyebrows in surprise, running his fingers over his moustache and spreading more oil everywhere, making you internally cringe at the fact he was really going to have to work at getting it out again. "Really? Huh. It looks pretty, rabbit." He complimented you, giving you another crinkle eyed smile before walking off through the dining hall and towards the back, leaving you blushing, cheeks flushed as you wondered what on earth just happened. And why you couldn't wait to see him again.

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