#Office Dad TM

[umhuhwellthen]

Me: I am going to work on Single Dads and Fake Marriage AUs

Evil Me: oh so we're making fankids?

Me: what? NO! I'm finishing FM AU art wips and either ch 2 or a one shot for SD!

Evil: gotcha, timeline for Usatello Single Dads AU, research yokai, amphibians and birds of Japan, rabbit breeds and size of litter to roll die on how many kids the couples will have, look up kanji for names...

Me: no, No, NOOOOOOOOOO

This image contains the Usatello kids planning but the back of the papers has TomoSagiMariKen kid plannings and Next Gen AU stuff

I used a dice roller and random name picker to choose how many kids, what bio parents(for UY Fake Marriage AU), what gender, species the kids are, then for their names

Fake Marriage AU;

TomoSagi Kid, either a cat or rabbit, leaning towards cat, son, either has fur pattern/coloring like Swiss Fox or Tan Rabbit, Swiss Fox because i made Tomoe a Somali Cat which are called Fox Cats sometimes and Tan because of Tomoe's pretty fur colors.

MariKen Kids, plural, son and daughter, hija has Kenichi head, eyes, and ears, Mariko hair, eye shape and nose. Hijo has Kenichi eye shape, nose, chin, Mariko's face, ears and eyes. Haven't decided which kid yet but one will have Himalayan or Californian fur pattern and the other piebald/broken fur pattern

Oh I should also mention that my evil genius brain had me researching Renaissance artists and artists of art movements that came after the Renaissance AND Surrealism because Frida Kahlo was considered part of that art movement and there was word that the Rise!Turtles missing sister would have had that name

Usatello Single Dads AU

Waffling between artist names, Japanese names, or flower names(Usagi likes nature and Donnie has a passion for botany; still has a theme to follow but it isn't artist name this time)

Random name picker rmy beloved/beloathd

So I always had plans for turtle/rabbit hybrid because heheh fusion go brrr, particularly a daughter that's named after Inazuma's 'dead' name Tomiko

And then I saw @/quartergremlin had the galaxy brain idea of including PSDD as one of Donnie's kids and redesigning it so I rolled a die for how many kids, then put in all bio, all adoptees, psdd and bio, psdd and adoptees

P.S.D.D and adoptees won, so then I went to yokai.com to see what they got to get the ideas flowing, put birds I was thinking of making ocs with and basing Rise! Karasu-tengu off of

Ended up with a hane-no-haeta kappa kid and a Daruma Pond Frog kid, adopted son and daughter respectively

Usagi came across the kappa boy on one of his misadventures and Donnie came across the frog girl in the Hidden City

P.S.D.D uses ve/vir/vis pronouns (because it sounds a lil like virus which ve finds hilarious)

D.D.'s design is based off of Don's fantasy mech from Down With The Sickness and tmnt 2012&2003 Fugitoid

But then I got attached to the flower names, especially the poisonous ones so Middle Name Time!!!

Tomiko Amaryllis Hamato-Miyamoto (iiii don't think amaryllis were in my poisonous list but they were in my Victorian era/hanakotoba flower language list I think)

Shigeru Larkspur Hamato-Miyamoto (the kappa child, Shigeru is made up of either the kanji for Rabbit[ie Usagi] or lapis lazuli and something else i can't remember off the top of my head)

{Mountain} Laurel Koyuki Hamato-Miyamoto (Donnie named her because He's Extra, and she didn't have a name as an orphan street rat, lil iffy about her middle name, thinking of keeping the flower middle name thing but Shelldon/P.S.D.D/Jotaro dont have one and her name is ks already a flower sooooo...)

D.D. and Tomiko have already been designed and have color palettes everyone else is still in the works...

[lisbonsteresa]

haHA

[oh-no-its-bird]

Sakumo being a super popular borderline sex symbol in his era will never stop being my favorite hc, I need to see more of it

All the people his age and younger had a crush on him. It was just a Thing(tm) where 9 times out of 10, a Konoha shinobi's first crush was probably Sakumo. Even other villages young shinobi hung up his bingo book picture above their bunk and dreamed of both killing him, being killed by him (in a hot way), having a battlefield fling with him, and more. There was blackmarket fanfiction. He was incredibly popular among civilians all over fire country. Some popular romance novels had love interests very blatantly based off him.

Even before they were on a team together, Obito and Rin both had a silly kid crush on Kakashi's dad (Obito more than Rin) and he was aware of it. This did not help make him like them any more. (By the time hearing smthn positive ab his dad would have made Kakashi softer, they'd both gotten better at hiding the crush, so to Kakashi it looked like they'd gotten over Sakumo.) Even Minato had a bit of a thing for him, not really but like— strong, popular, feard and very friendly ninja who is now paying him some attention (bc hes his kids teacher) he's not immune. Kushina understands, she is also not immune. (Kakashi is going to throw a fucking fit)

Even after his failed mission, when his reputation crashes and burns within the village, he still can't completely shake his admirers— they possibly just get more disrespectful ab the attraction when it mixes with the hate. (Which tbh could make for an interesting discussion all on its own)

Kakashi is haunted by his father's insane popularity for decades after his death. He does his very best to ignore the lingering evidence of people being insane ab his father.

One day he realizes one of his favorite romance novels has a romance interest based off Sakumo and has a break down ab it and can never read the series again.

When raiding an old abandoned enemy camp w Team Ro, he finds an old, autographed photo of his dad covered in lipstick marks in the communal bathroom. He chooses to ignore it but it's quickly spotted by his teammates, who do not know who Sakumk is, and v quickly begin to remark on the poster, who this mysterious Konoha nin is, and ahaha damn he is kinda good looking, huh? (Kakashi wants to DIE)

Shisui ends up taking the poster back to Konoha with them and hangs it up in the ANBU communal quarters where it is VERY quickly recognized. And also some of the people in that room recognize it so quick bc they also used to own a similar poster. (Kakashi wants to DIE someone PLEASE kill him now)

Its only when he's given team 7 that he finally thinks he's escaped the legacy of his father as Konoha's Most Sexiest Shinobi. Only for Naruto, when being trained by Jiriyah, to find his drafts for Icha Icha very clearly inspired by his dad. Which he can never publish for multiple reasons (lingering respect for Sakumo. Also for Kakashi, who is his biggest fan and would probably never look at him again.)

Naruto somehow accidentally brings this up with Kakashi who like. Has war flashbacks and immediatley stands up and walks away as Jiryah scrambles to try to explain himself and Tsunade looks on in scorn (she will approach him later to carefully ask for the drafts while trying to seem like she's not really asking for them bc she's too proud to admit it)

Naruto and Sakura discover Kakashi-sensei's dad was a sex symbol. I don't even know how they'd react but like. Oh my god. Oh my god you guys.

Funniest option would be they accidentally revive his popularity a little bit by being so loud ab it they like, remind people ab him. + introduce another generation to the idea of him

Kakashi is crouched on the floor with his face in his hands. When will he be freed from this hell.

Sasuke does not escape tho, he goes to sound and finds a picture of Sensei's dad in Orochimaru's office (???????)

This is such a shitty sketch but the vision:

Itachi, who learned who Sakumo was from that poster thing, goes on to find a photo of him in ""Madara's"" belongings and gets super weirded out but ultimately doesn't. Super care. But also. Like. What. What.

After Itachi finds the photo, which Obito genuinley forgot he fucking had and keeps in part just bc its like one of the only belongings that remained from his Konoha days, he shoves it somewhere in Kamui to forget about.

But then in the Obito vs Kakashi Kamui fight, it fucking flutters down in the middle of the fight and Obito fucking dies of humiliation as Kakashi realizes he will truly Never Escape and that this reality is his own personal hell

Uhh endgame Kakashi becomes Hokage and accidentally retreads his father's path in becoming the new Konoha Sexy Man. Which simultaneously crushes him (he will never escape) and fills him with delight (he will now be able to impart the pain of having your father figure be lusted after by all ur friends and acquaintances onto his students)

[evilminji]

You know what Damian deserves?

A Grand Chunibyo Epic Drama Romance of his very own. Something to REALLY make his parents wince and take a good, long look in the mirror. Because... YEP. Yep that's definitely Their Son all right.

They suddenly feel like they should apologize to several long suffering individuals.

Just?

Damian needs to meet a Fellow Dramatic, Too Serious, Feral Gremlin, "I AM The Heir Apparent! My Blood Is Mighty And My Heritage Noble!" Little NERD? Someone who matchs him, beat for beat, with all the flamboyant Stabby Drama and rooftop dramatic chase scenes of his parents but now?

With Ghost Powers!

Because she is a PRINCESS. In search of someone Worthy(tm) of her Hand(tm). Not because her DAD told her too, obviously, no no. She overheard some of the Ancients talking about how that's how THEY got married. And knows that princesses usually get spouses chosen for them. So SHES gonna chose!

Perfect plan.

And who BETTER? Then the Blood Son of... THE BAT*dramatic musical sting*! Prove yourself, Robin! *lunges with a blade!*

Obviously, love at first dramaticly back-lit monologs followed by sword fight and dramatic escape. She's a formidable opponent.

But? Who IS she? This dramatic Chunibyo WEEB of a child? She! Is Danny's SECOND Clone Daughter. It was discovered? The only way to truely, PERMANENTLY, stabilize Dani? Was to get cells from a stable Clone.

Meaning one that WASNT rapidly aged.

Danny was... conflicted. He was against creating a kid JUST for giving medical aid to his other kid. But? He WASN'T so against the idea of having a kid? Like... a baby. Doing Dad Stuff. Cause... cause he wasn't 14 anymore. He's just graduated college. Has a stable job.

Dani suggested they go for it. But only if they were sure it wouldn't hurt the kiddo.

And it didnt!

She was and is PERFECT. The light of their lives. A delightfully ghost raised little Stabby Feral Honey Badger Gremlin of a young lady! But she's ALSO? Missing! And Danny, king of the Infinte Realms, is Losing His SHIT.

WHERE IS HIS BABY!?

Dramaticly martial arts fighting in the rain, DUH dad! She has to defeat the boy she likes, drop a symbolic gift at his feet, then leave with a cryptic but Cool And Meaningful Statement! You wouldn't GET IT, you're so OLD!

Dick blames Bruce for this. You see this? Do you Bruce? This is YOUR genetics at play! You added AL GHUL DRAMA to your nonsense and now he's discovered dating!! Look at him! He's pining! Dramaticly training in early hours! He's gotten JON involved!

Just? Let JLA Dark have FUN for once. Let them see THE princess of basicly EVERYTHING... harrasing Batman... by trying to date his obviously willing son... and just go "Read at 12:37" sorry Bruce! Looks like they're out of the office! Doing.... uuuuh.... MAGIC STUFF *sounds of popcorn being popped* YEP! Maaaagic! He he he >:D

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[akuworld777]

The newspaper

Tim had told Kon all about the cloning incident, so a year later Tim hadn't really thought about it but now Kon was in his Wayne office wondering, why because Bruce refused to take over the company again unless that Tim would finish his education, but getting back to the point , Kon was there with a book in his hand, a book very very similar to Tim's diary, the diary he started after his dad's death, the diary in which he planned the murderer's death. of his father, even if in the end he did not kill him, diary where all the cloning data is, where each documented attempt is, where…. Where Tim goes crazy and Kon has the diary…

I had thought that he had hidden it, Tim had hidden it with all the cloning things, with the capsule, the generator, the data, the DNA. Tim had hidden it and if he had told Kon the address when he confessed to him about how he had tried it. clone in case he wants to go see, or destroy it, Tm's actually not sure why he told him that, hell he's not sure why he didn't burn everything to the ground, Probably because he was thinking of trying again, after all He only stopped because Cassie intervened and Bruce disappeared, he wasn't dead, Tim had brought him back and he wasn't dead, he wasn't crazy.

Actually Tim had thought that Kon would destroy everything and if he didn't he wouldn't find the diary, but he did and now he's probably here to tell him what an idiot he was, how disgusting he is for trying to clone his best friend 99 times, for that matter. How he kissed Cassie just to feel it, how he planned to use his DNA if the 100th attempt didn't work, trapping him with a baby, it didn't matter that at that moment Kon was dead, that there was actually no one to catch, god Tim It really was disgusting, wasn't it?

Too caught up in his head he didn't notice the intense look Kon was giving him, though his thoughts were cut off by a laugh, “I can't believe it, Cassie told me you were sick when me and Bart died but, I can't believe it.” I said that you kissed her to feel me” probably because he didn't know, Tim thought, although the thought didn't last long as he focused on what Kon was saying. "And although I knew about cloning, I didn't really expect you to have tried so hard, Tim, you were actually going to make a baby with our DNA, as if it were a husband who died and you were the mother who decided to keep the child to remember her dead loved one, it's very soap opera-like”

Tim felt like those words were digging into his conscience. Kon was saying it as if it were something absurd, he didn't seem malicious or angry, but his words felt wrong, it felt like he was making fun of what Tim had gone through, of his feelings. of his unrequited love, as if everything he did was nothing more than a bad joke, as if his mourning was worthless.

Kon seemed to realize the state Tim was in because he stopped laughing, examining him as if he were seeing him with his x-ray vision, examining him thoroughly. Unlike Bruce, Tim didn't mind being used, he felt seen in the way his parents never saw him.

Kon obviously realized something, because Tim felt the tkl pull him closer and suddenly he was trapped in the muscular, tanned arms of a Kryptonian, Tim felt himself melting in the embrace as Kon's ever-present warmth sank into him. his bones, relieving phantom pains that Tim had not even realized were there, it was like returning home, to his home, a home that seemed to have been missing for a while, he could not contain the sigh of satisfaction, but he did not regret leaving it. He left especially because Kon hugged him tighter and surrounded them both with his tactile telekinesis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't express myself well," Kon's voice sounded right next to his ear. that someone could do so much for me, could have fallen so low, could have I've suffered my loss enough to try everything." Tim felt a chill as Kon spoke, while that voice tickled his ear, but he also felt conflicted, a conflict between telling him that it wasn't that big of a deal and telling him that anyone would have done it, Cassie is proof she went and joined a cult because of his death, that he deserved that recognition, that he deserved people to worry about him, but he bit his tongue and let Kon continue instead of interrupting to express how incredible it was. It was Kon and how much it affected everyone that he was not there, how much it affected him.

“I don't want to say that what you did wasn't fucked up, damn it's actually kind of funny I'm a clone and you decided that to bring me back you were going to clone me instead of going to Constantie and making some deal with a god or demon.” Tim continued listening to Kon but made a mental note to dabble in necromancy since Kon seemed open to that and get more blackmail on Constantine, hell next time he would throw Kon's body in a lazarus pit or just jump in a building, before being without him again. As if Kon read his mind, Tim felt a tug on his hair which Kon had been stroking earlier and saw the disapproving look the super gave him.

"I'm sorry… I don't know what happened to me, you were gone, so many people were gone." Tim buried his face in Kon's shoulder. "I was just thinking about bringing you back, about bringing at least a part of you back." lap" Kon sighed “I'm not asking you to apologize Tim, I actually thought you were going to be much worse, it doesn't mean I approve of this but if I had come back to life and you had managed to have another me, I wouldn't have been angry… if you had achieved the “Baby, I wouldn’t be mad either…” The silence after that was louder than if this had been a shouting match, Tim once again confirmed that bats are not made for feelings… or maybe the trauma was simply preventing him from being good at feelings, or something. Maybe it was negligence.

Kon clarified the guarantee and spoke again, “Actually, it had been a year since all this and I probably should have talked to you since I read the entire diary, but I kept putting it off because I didn't know how to tell you this… I didn't know how. explain my feelings and I didn't know if I had really understood yours correctly, the hell I chose this moment because Cassie threatened to destroy the diary if I didn't talk to you and…and I thought that now that a year has passed, it probably won't affect you that much…" The pause felt like a shock so Kon wasted no time in continuing quickly.

“Probably what you feel for me is already gone and I thought if that's how I can deal with rejection… I can deal with that, I'm used to not having much luck in romance and this is Rob, he wouldn't make fun of me or nothing, our relationship could continue….” Kon's voice became lower and lower as if he felt unsure of continuing, but Tim couldn't pay much attention to that, because Kon had just confessed to him, to Tim Drake, he had just confessed and he was actually thinking. that Tim would reject him, he thought that Tim would have gotten bored of him because it had been a year, just a year and Tim wanted to hit him because Tim had been feeling something for him since they were only 4 in young Justice and Kon thought that one year he would to be enough to make Tim forget about his feelings, to make Tim reject him.

Kon had arrived with the damn diary where Tim poured his soul, his sorrow, his pain, his mourning, his love and he had tried to take it with humor as he always did with serious topics trying not to get hurt, the trauma appeared in many forms and everyone They had a way of dealing with him, Kon had always used humor, kind of like Dick. He probably planned to pretend that everything was a joke if Tim rejected him, but Tim would never reject him so he took a deep breath and separated from the hug, the TKL let go easily but at the same time seemed to want to keep him there, Kon looked at him sadly, he seemed resigned and Tim couldn't allow that.

"I still like you… If you hadn't come back in the middle of my search for Bruce, I probably would have done the baby plan after bringing Bruce back, put my DNA and yours in a capsule and spent months hiding creating fake IDs, buying a house, getting a fake job, in some random country and I would have raised the baby there.” It may not be the most poetic or emotional declaration of love, hell in reality he hadn't even said that he loved him or that he liked him but Tim was a vigilante, above all he was a bat and practically Tim's entire life had revolved around heroes and That Tim is confessing to Kon what is basically that he was going to retire from being a vigilante with a test tube baby of the two, was very significant.

“I liked you from the beginning of Young Justice, I may not have loved you that early but I liked you, and after breaking up with Steph I realized that I wasn't that interested in her, because the breakup didn't hurt me that much. Instead I was more focused on the fact that we were going out the next day and that I had nothing to wear, damn Steph helped me choose what to wear because she had also realized it long before me", "you are, nice handsome, you smile seems to light up the day, your hugs are like scorching the home, I can feel the heat, the comfort, the affection, you are like a respite from the pain, the memories are the discomfort, you never judge anything, damn it, I tried to clone you 99 times and you keep saying that you don't blame me for it, even knowing that you had a lot of problems regarding your identity due to cloning, you always support everyone, you always seem to know everything, you never push me or anyone to do things I don't want to do, Hell, when my parents weren't at Christmas or when Bruce and I were arguing, you were the angriest, you always defended me, you gave fucking Jason Todd a threat for trying to kill me, you…" Tim could have spent hours talking about everything good about Kon if he had the time he would even show you his power point and his graph of over 100 reasons why Kon was a unique, admirable person and anyone who said otherwise was obviously a villain, but he couldn't since warm lips that felt like the sun on the morning of a spring day rested on his lips, effectively silencing him.

Tim had priorities and preferred to indulge in the kiss than in his talk about why Kon is the best person in the world, sue him, if Superboy kissed them they surely wouldn't be able to think, much less continue with a speech.

The kiss was perfect, not in the traditional way after all, Tim. And him still didn't know what the other liked and it was a little awkward for it being the first kiss they shared, but the feelings were there, every movement of lip to lip, They told praises of love and professed devotion, each touch was warm and moved the heart of the other, it was a promise, a prophecy fulfilled, a river that overflowed as the minutes passed and the feelings of each one were transmitted in the kiss.

The only thing that brought them out of their concentration was the noise of a pile of leaves falling to the floor. They quickly separated. Tim had thought that Kon had dropped the newspaper but unfortunately they were not so lucky. His assistant Katerin, the substitute since Tam was sick, had just seen 18-year-old Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, kissing Superboy… Tim would have to pay her so much to keep quiet.

[lemon-russ]

A small inbetween due to popular demand- Cato needs to get The Talk (tm)

Poor Guillidad is at the end of his rope having to do this. But he's a better Dad than Emps so he grits his teeth and does it lol

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Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: Sex talks, just awkward father son time

Summary: Cato gets The Talk (tm)

word count: 1,171

Cato follows behind Guilliman while he does his rounds of checking in on the various machinations of the chapter. To keep him busy, the primarch told him. They walked through the hangar now, and Guilliman stopped by a gunship, giving it an admiring look over.

“These have improved.” He says with a nod to the stormhawk. “We didn't have these back in my time.”

Cato watches as Guilliman gets closer to inspect the craft, looking over it's interior admiringly.

Somethings been on his mind though, since he was spoken to in the primarchs office.

“My Lord, may I ask you a clarifying question…?” He asks, standing straight backed with his hands behind his back, trying not to look nervous.

Guilliman looks over his shoulder out the ship door from where he was inspecting the various control panels. “Of course, Sicarius.” He says, motioning for him to come in. The primarch sits himself at the pilots chair, and Cato reluctantly sits co-pilot.

The proximity would make this more difficult, but at least they weren't looking directly at each other.

“Earlier, when you said, well… the talk….” Cato starts, turning his attention to some controls to his side and flipping a switch back and forth.

Guilliman freezes, then slowly gives Cato a sidelong glance. “…You… require some guidance…?” He asks, clearing his throat.

Cato frowns, not looking his gene father in the eye. “Well- just a question- we are taught in our training and initiation that Astartes are… well, infertile.” He says nervously, fidgeting with some controls.

Guilliman's face grows pale. “They- they tell you that-” he makes a tired groan, rubbing his temple. “Oh, terra. That's… can I assume you've been… operating under this assumption…?” he asks in a strangled voice.

Cato grimaces, glancing up at Guilliman and giving a small nod. His primarch sighs a weary sound.

“Well, you're not. No astarte is.” He says as he bores holes in the controls with his stare. “This must be a… miscommunication. Astartes don't have families, because they're supposed to be celibate, and if they aren't, duty comes first. But that does not mean the inability to… well, create a family…” he attempts to sound like he's reading it from text, matter of factly.

Cato swallows hard. “Does… does that mean the Ambassador-”

Guilliman scrunches his face in disgust and holds a hand up to stop him. “No- no, not… necessarily.” He says in a pained voice. “How long ago…?”

Cato looks hard at the panel. “The first time was… about a week and a half ago…?”

Guilliman makes a noise, “First time? How- when did you get a chance- wait, weren't you on the run on a rebel planet-”

Cato slinks down in his seat as Guilliman's eyes grow wider in horror. “Sicarius, you did not!” the primarch gasps, “While you were being hunted by an army? What, in a dirty hidey hole somewhere?”

“I mean- it wasn't like… in the dirt….” Cato defends in a mumble, face growing hot. “I held her up and-”

Guilliman groans and holds his hand up again. “She could get infections, or who knows what else,” he says, rubbing his palms down his face. “Okay, it's fine, she seems fine- I'll need to institute a sex-ed class for the whole chapter, it's fine” He grumbles.

Cato frowns, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He didn't mean to make her sick. He was immune to almost all disease and infection, it never crossed his mind that a baseline human could get sick from something so trivial.

“Did you…” His gene Father shifts awkwardly in his seat. “Did you, you know… do the riskier things…?” He forces out, unable to look at him.

Cato turns a little so his back is more toward Guilliman, playing with more switches, shoulders tight and raised nervously. “Y-yes.” He admits. “Is she… you know…” he mumbles, voice thick with worry. He heard that baseline women die when they give birth sometimes. Or die from being pregnant. So many things apparently can just kill a little baseline, now even sex?

Guilliman lets out a deep sigh. “Not necessarily.” He frowns and studies Cato, curled on himself anxiously. He squeezes his eyes closed and rubs his temples. “Alright, we're just going to cut straight to it.” He says, steeling himself and sitting up. “I'm going to explain all of this to you, answer your questions, and then I never want to talk about what you and the Ambassador do together ever again.”

A couple hours later, they leave the Hangar. Cato with a little more confidence in his step and smiling, Guilliman looking haggard, like he'd just returned from a months long campaign.

Cato now was an expert in the ways of sex, grilling his gene father for information for two hours straight. Now he understood everything- the Ambassador won't die, they have medical technology to handle things. He also learned he should not be taking her in dirty caves or in natural water like the hot springs- hearing what they did in natural hot springs and sand made Guilliman immediately order a full check up for the ambassador- but it's alright, he knows better now.

He smirks to himself. He can't wait to be allowed to go find her so he can use all his new knowledge on her, show her that he was a sex expert now. Of course he wouldn't flaunt that the information was new. He was Cato Sicarius. He was always the best at everything, of course.

There was one thing Guilliman told him that he was thinking he wasn't a huge fan of. How to not get her pregnant. He'd have to medicate her, or finish outside of her- not even a possibility in his mind- or use an annoying plastek like glove.

He smirks to himself. Now that he was an expert on all things reproduction, he is capable and qualified to make his own choices on the matter. And he thinks maybe the Ambassador would look cute all round. And she's good at handling things, doing her job with a child would hardly hold her back. Plus, He'll be forcing his way into a lot more of her body guarding roles, so if they had a child, he'd be there, and they'd both be totally safe.

Yes, he decides, working so hard to avoid it sounds like nonsense. It wasn't a guarantee anyways. So, might as well enjoy her fully. Sure, Guilliman would be annoyed with him, but he's been annoyed with him a lot recently, and things still were going great for him.

He'll just take the slap on the wrist if anything happens. Plus, He’s Cato Sicarius. He’s the best at everything. Everything includes fathering babies and caring for his little Ambassador, he assumes.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 5) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Hello, hello hello! I hope you're all enjoying this little more fluffy story so far. Some of your tags kill me when I see reblogs and I appreciate them so much! Also I am so sorry that this one is exceptionally long!~

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Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine (more to be added). Faz-Fuck TM

True to William Afton's word, you were placed on office duty for at least a week before you could return to normal work. Henry had even drive you to the local pharmacy after work and loaded your bike up onto the back of his car, buying you a soft wrist compress and some painkillers despite your protests and insisting that you would be being driven to and from work by either him or William for the duration of your 'light duties'. There were no ifs or buts allowed from either of them, Henry once caught you trying to walk to work and you had spent an hour in his office listening to him lecture you on why it was such a bad idea. You could have sworn that he nearly cried several times during it.

You had decided to try your luck walking in again today, knowing that the pair would be looking for your Freddy's uniform and your bike, you decided to place a thin jacket over the top to mask it, hair tied up and a hoodie beneath the jacket, hood pulled up as if you weren't sweating in the heat. Twirling your wrist back and forth as you tried to avoid it locking up with the compressive bandage on, you were lost in your own thoughts as you walked. It was sufficiently early in the morning that you were sure that neither of them would spot you even if they happened to be driving out.

Suddenly you heard a voice calling your name, and of course like a fool you stopped and turned your head. Spotting a car that you hadn't heard cruise up besides you and come to stop, blinking as you took in the black colour muscle car that you probably didn't know much about if your life depended on it before your eyes fell onto the owner who had climbed out of the door. Paling as you watched William Afton lean against the door with his arms crossed across his chest.

"M-Mr. Afton, you look...nice..this morning." You complimented, which he truly did, although it wasn't his usual colours that he wore to work. Still wearing his black slacks, he wore a Spring Bonnie shade of yellow shirt, the sleeves rolled up and a purple tie on. Pushing his glasses up his nose, he scowled although you could see some amusement in his eyes.

"That shit works on Henry, not me. So, it's a little early for a walk isn't it?" He almost growled your name at the end, making you feel slightly weak at the knees and your stomach sink as you began to realise how much trouble you were about to be in with the taller, older man. Opening your mouth as if to speak before he raised a large hand, finger up to shush you.

"Get in the fucking car, don't make me chase you cause I will assure you, you will get your cardio for the month in if that's the case." Staring into your soul, scuffing your shoes on the pavement as you reluctantly moved to the passenger side, William turned to watch you, your fingers on the door handle before you looked back at him, offering him a sheepish smile.

"Don't you mean get in the faz-fucking car, sir?" You could see his lips quirk at the corners and the joke clearly hit somewhere to make him amused, but he remained otherwise serious as he began to stride round to your side, brushing against your back as he opened the door for you and gestured for you to get in.

"No, I mean get in the fucking car young lady, I'm already thinking on how to punish you for making me do this shit." The thought of him punishing you made you shiver and blush, realising that you imagined his large calloused hands on you for a brief moment and feeling incredibly embarrassed. Not that you hadn't been thinking about the glimpse of him shirtless that you had gotten a few days before.

He climbed into his side with a practised ease, cracking his neck slightly and sighing as he put the car into gear, pulling off and heading towards Freddy's. You sunk into your seat as you heard him mutter to himself.

"Henry is not going to let me live this one down." Sounding slightly bitter about it, you raised and eyebrow and looked at him quizzically.

"What is Mr. Emily not going to let you live down?"

"He... I told him you were probably going to try some shit like this this morning, and he told me to lighten up, that you wouldn't after the lecture he gave you about being safe." He groaned, one hand on his thigh and the other on the steering wheel as his eyes darted about the roads, purposely avoiding yours. "He's going to call it my fucking 'dad sense' or some shit and call me old."

"Well sir, you are like...five years older than me?" You guessed, being a bit generous to try and win him over a bit more, causing the man to snort and look at you, pointing at his greying temples with his free hand.

"Does this look like five years to you? If so, wow your future is looking bleak. More like ten and even that is depressing enough." William sighed, running a hand through his hair and concentrating on the roads again. Cranking up the radio so that the rest of your drive would be in silence.

Arriving at Freddy's, William got out first and opened your door for you, hovering a few steps behind as he escorted you into the building where it seemed eerily quiet. You were there a lot earlier than usual and most of the staff hadn't arrived yet for morning duties. But walking through the empty halls with William, you didn't feel unsafe or uneasy doing so. Though you felt your stomach twisting into knots as you approached the offices together, knowing that Henry would be disappointed in you before you even saw his face, you tried to remain positive that whatever the two of them could come up with for the day couldn't be that bad.

"Morning Mr. Emily." You chirped, making the man sat at his desk smile as William unlocked his office behind you. Watching him run a hand through his curly hair and leaning back, eyes bright as always despite the early start.

"Morning miss..." Your name trailed off as he looked at you, suddenly squinting before his eyes widened, conflicted between a frown and a smile as he looked between you and William.

"Don't say it Henry." William warned, not needing to turn around to know what was about to be said by his business partner. Although you watched Henry almost bouncing excitedly at his desk.

"You totally used your dad sense! God you're so old William." He teased, making the taller man sigh and tip his head back in frustration.

"Henry, you're older than me." He retorted, opening his office door finally and stepping inside, flicking on the lights and scowling slightly as he rubbed at his face, disturbing his glasses and messing with his hair again before he ran his fingers through it and fixed it again.

"So, you're still a dad!" Making William sigh in annoyance as he looked at you, almost pleading for the happiness of his friend to dispel for just one moment to give him peace. Raising an eyebrow and gesturing to you to step into his office, your name sounding too pretty from him as he spoke again.

"You can spend the day with me sweetheart, I figure being bored to death by the more technical side of this job might be a better punishment than a lecture." Afton shrugged, making you look between the excitedly bouncing Henry and the calmer of the pair, and quietly choosing to be in for a chance of peace rather than seeing Henry tear up again as he lectured you again like you were his daughter.

"See you later Mr. Emily." You smiled, waving to him and stepping into William's office and hearing the door close behind you, William stepping around you with his fingers brushing your back to let you know where he was whilst he moved.

Compared to the explosion of children's drawings, family photos and colour that made up Henry Emily's office, William Afton's was much more organised in its own chaotic fashion. The main wall had a large pin board hung up on it, with neatly organised and spaced mechanical and electric diagrams for various animatronics and projects pinned up on seemingly colour coded pins that only he knew the order of. Two photo frames hung up too, one with William and a young blonde girl in a tiny turtleneck and cardigan, holding a toy Spring-Bonnie, the edge of the photo clearly cut as a mystery hand floated on the girl's shoulder, opposite to William. The other was a slightly younger Afton and Henry, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders and each holding the head of their animatronic suit under their arms, you could vaguely make out a building that said 'Fredbear's Family Diner' in the background.

The rest was fairly standard, except for the pile of animatronic parts and tools that laid scattered amongst the paperwork on his desk, all dark colours, including curiously a couch that was pushed up against one wall. The leather cracked and worn, a pillow set up on one of the arms and a faded blanket folded neatly over the back.

'Does he sleep in his office?' You thought as you looked at it, brow furrowing before you took a seat opposite Afton, trying to see what he was up to even if you didn't understand.

"So, you're a dad Mr. Afton?" You asked, breaking the silence and hearing a 'hmm' coming from the man before he looked up, brow furrowed in concentration and clearly having not heard your question. You gestured to the picture on the wall with the girl, smiling softly as you looked between it and him.

"Oh, yes! That's my little girl, Vanessa." He said, a bit of pride creeping into his voice as you noticed his left thumb moving against his ring finger, a lump forming in your throat as you noticed the glint of a gold wedding band on the finger. Of course he was married, what woman wouldn't want to marry somebody like him? Business owner, good looking, good with kids.

"She looks adorable." You commented, tearing your eyes away from his hand back to the picture, trying to spot which of his features she might have inherited.

"Yeah, probably haven't been the best dad to her but I try." Glancing back down at his paperwork and clearing his throat, he wondered why he opened up to you so easily. But he supposed he knew somewhat where he stood with you, you were easily flustered by him but you had genuine care about him and Henry it seemed. His thumb continued to twirl the ring on his finger absently, eyes unfocused as he wondered if he should mention his soon-to-be-ex wife to you, but decided against it.

William looked up at you again and offered a warm smile, adjusting his glasses on his nose before running a large hand through his hair again. Something he often did when he was somewhat nervous, although he wasn't entirely sure why he felt that way around you. Taking a moment when you looked away from him again to admire the way your eyes looked, their rich vibrant colour, the way your eyelashes fluttered as you breathed slowly and deeply. He swore at himself internally as he swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he realised what he was thinking about you.

"Oh, before I forget, I collected these for you to look through." He chuckled, snapping him and you out of the reverie each of you had fallen into, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a stack of papers, some crinkled around the edges and messy, making you raise an eyebrow as you gingerly took them, pausing as you saw your name written in childish crayon on the top one.

Your fingers brushed the crayon markings like they were some ancient script that you had to be careful with. Flicking onto the next one, and the one after, your heart melted as you spotted a pattern to them.

'The day --- saved Spring Bonnie'

'--- Helping Spring Bonnie!'

'--- and Spring Bonnie'

The childish spellings and writing made your name incredibly hard to read on most of them, but you felt your eyes welling up as you carefully leafed through each sheet of paper and spent time looking at childish drawings of you and Spring Bonnie holding hands, or trying to help him up. There weren't many in the pile, but enough to make your lip quiver and your eyes feel hot and prickle with tears.

"I've got some too, children keep giving them to Henry or me and asking if we know Spring Bonnie or you and can we 'please give them to them?'. I thought you might like to know that you and Spring Bonnie are officially considered the best of friends by the kids." He smiled warmly as he noticed how you stared at the drawings with such emotion. William felt his fingers twitching as he wanted to reach out and comfort you, but he remained professional as he didn't know how you would feel about that.

"Thank you sir, this is-"

"William, you can call me William when we're alone." He interrupted, smiling lopsidedly as you glanced up at him, your cheeks burning up slightly as he gave you that sweet, warm smile that made the edges of his eyes crinkle slightly and of course, the idea that you could address him so informally made the butterflies reappear in your stomach.

"Then thank you, William, may I keep one?" You asked, taking care to say his name rather than addressing him as your boss. His smile grew a little as he heard you saying his name for the first time, his own chest tightening at the sound and he nodded his head, gesturing to the stack in your hands.

"Please, take as many as you want sweetheart. I'll grab us some coffee whilst we work."

Standing from his desk, he towered over you, his hand hovering near to your still lightly bruised shoulder before he thought better of it, heading for the door and turning the handle, pulling it so that it would open.

But it didn't.

Trying again, the door rattled and shook, but refused to budge. Frowning, William braced himself with his other hand against the frame and yanked, worried about breaking the door but no matter what he tried to do it to it, it wasn't budging. Eyes widening as he realised that you were trapped together, pressing his ear to the door and listening hard, he could faintly hear the sounds of the pizzeria filling with screaming kids and music already.

"Well....Fuck." He sighed.

~~

Both of you had tried the door for twenty minutes before William picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear, dialling quickly and hearing the thing ring a few times before a familiar voice answered him in it's usual cheery tone.

"'Yello?"

"Henry! Thank fuck, me and -"

"William, what have we said about swearing on property?" Henry chuckled as he stood in the end of the employee hallway, listening to the phone call and making sure to keep quiet enough so that William wouldn't suspect where he was, glancing out into the dining room.

"Faz-fuck that, you stupid bonnie-bitch! Me and," he said your name in the angriest tone you had ever heard on him, and even though you knew it wasn't directed at you, it made your stomach turn and body shake with anxiety at what was about to happen. "are trapped in my office, the door's stuck! Come fucking help us, or I swear to god Emily, I will force you into one of the working animatronics."

Henry couldn't help but grin at William's threats, knowing that he was really pissed if he was calling him by his last name, but Henry also knew that nothing was really meant by it. Looking out into the hall, he could see everything was running smoothly and that the staff were handling it all well despite being one down for the day.

"I'll be right there Afton, I'm just sorting something out and I'll be there in a moment." Feigning concern as he hung up on the larger man, straightening his tie and clipping his phone to his belt, turning it off so it wouldn't ring again as he headed back out into the diner, greeting parents and kids with vigour as he went.

William slammed the phone down and groaned, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face with his hands, elbows on his desk as you tried not to panic at the idea of being trapped in such a small space for potnetially the rest of the day. Your leg bouncing and heel tapping the floor as you brought your fingers to your mouth, ready to bite at your nails as you avoided looking at the handsome man opposite you. Seeing him with his hair messed up made you want to run your fingers through it and return it to normal for him, but you knew he was a married man and that you couldn't do such a thing to him.

"Good job we have a bathroom and a mini-fridge in here." He laughed, somewhat bitterly as he knew Henry would find some distraction that meant he wasn't going to be there as soon as they both wanted.

You felt your eyes prickling again, and your hands trembled as you realised that you were stuck. Sniffling lightly and trying to hide your concern and fear from William as you sat in the uncomfortable chair opposite him. The large man noticed however and he looked up, frowning as he heard the sound and feeling his heart melting as he noticed you trying not to cry infront of him. Standing up, he made his way around his desk and crouched infront of you, wincing slightly as his knees popped lightly at the movement but turning your chair so that you could see him and he could see your bowed head properly.

"Hey hey! Sweetheart, bunny, why are you crying? Is being in the same room as me for a while really that awful?" He teased slightly, trying to get you to smile, you choked out a laugh as you wiped at your eyes, trying to get them to stop watering.

"N-No, it's your terrible sense of humour I'm worried about." You giggled, trying to be funny and seeing William chuckle at your attempt. He looked strange without his glasses, but decidedly still very handsome as he grinned up at you before pretending to be hurt, placing his hand over his heart and making a shocked mock expression.

"Well, I promise not to ask for your ID whilst we're together if that makes you feel better?" Making you laugh more and nod, he felt his heart hammering as he realised how vulnerable you looked, how fragile and breakable compared to himself and it made him ache to comfort you even more.

"Can I touch you sweetheart?" He asked, hands hovering as he waited before you nodded slowly, wondering what he was going to do. Carefully, he placed his hands on your ribs under your arms, picking you up as he stood and your arms instinctually wrapping around his neck, legs hanging over his hips as he carried you. It was only a few paces to the couch in the corner, but those moments together set your heart into overtime and you couldn't help but get a smell of his cologne. Something earthy and spicy, and the faint scent of motor oil and sweat like it was engrained into his skin.

Almost whimpering as he had placed you down on the couch, grabbing the blanket from off of the back of the couch and wrapping it around your shoulders gently. Wandering off and dragging over an old TV on a wheeled stand, placing a tape into the VCR player and wandering off again, bringing back two sodas as the screen flickered to life and quietly began playing a cartoon of Freddy and friends, happy bouncy music clearly made for kids in the background.

Sitting besides you, Afton offered you a soda and helped crack it open for you, making you mumble thanks as you sipped at it, the high sugar soothing your nerves although it didn't stop your mind thinking about how his large hands hand felt against you.

"I figured we might as well watch something whilst we wait, things like this used to help me when I had panic attacks." He explained in a low soft voice, making you look up at him curiously, not sure you could see the giant man who was always so refined and poised with most people having panic attacks. But he grabbed the pillow and laid it across his lap, avoiding your eyes as you swore you saw a little blush on his cheeks in the flickering colourful lights. "You can lay down if you want, you can still say no, I'm not acting as your boss at the moment." Giving you a reassuring smile before he turned back to the screen.

Both of you playing the waiting game and thinking of the other without a word more between you.

~~

Henry finally managed to pry the door open, the pizzeria finally closed down and allowing him to escape back to the offices. The noise startling William awake slightly, although the weight on his lap made sure he didn't move too much. Henry grinned widely as he saw the scene before him, your head on Afton's lap and William's fingers tangled into your hair as if he had fallen asleep soothing you. He couldn't remember when he'd started it, or even when you had fallen asleep, but groggily he looked up and spotted Henry looking at the pair of you, grinning like a fool as William tried to quickly and efficiently extract himself from you without disturbing your peaceful sleep.

"So, I think you've certainly become more people oriented recently William." Henry teased as the man grabbed his glasses and rubbed at his face, hair messy and eyes still puffy with sleep.

"Shut the fuck up Henry, one word of this and I'll end you." He hissed, making Henry throw up his hands in mock surrender. Still grinning madly as William turned to look at you again, hoping that Henry didn't see the soft smile that crossed his face before he padded over to wake you up and let Henry take you home.

He didn't trust himself not to do something stupid if he was left alone with you. Something stupid like develop feelings.

[actualbird]

HI!!! i wanted to ask ur opinion on how the nxx boys sneeze 😭 it was a hilarious thought because i was trying to sleep when suddenly i heard my dad make the loudest, most disruptive sneeze ever and i thought "thats so funny lol WAIT what if the tot boys sneezed".

i generally think the tot boys would be more "a-chooooo...." rather than a nuclear explosion but i need ur opinion. HOW WOULD THEY SNEEZE!!??

scream omfg i love this ask and i remember i actually talked about this with @samsspambox once forever ago so, without further ado

how the nxx boys sneeze

vyn: sneezes normal but my god he's super sensitive to allergies and, most of all, Pollen. which is hell, given that he loves to garden. but his easy workaround is just to wear a mask, and that usually saves him when hes working on his own garden. but come Pollen Season, and all the plants and trees spewing particles into the air, and hes a nose-clogged sneezy mess. his students know that when it's pollen season to not piss him off because he will be so cranky from all the sneezing and also the horrid feeling of only having one nostril unobstructed

artem: sneezes the Loud Dad Sneeze. he is the disruptive sneezer, the nuclear explosion. he is sneezing like how a lion roars deeply to establish its territory lines, except artem isnt a literal lion and does not do this on purpose. his sneezes are LOUD. the type of loud that makes people want to ask artem if hes okay afterwards cuz it's so loud it seemed like it dislodged a rib or something. it's immensely comical, given artem's usual quiet nature, that his sneezes are a force of nature. he could sneeze in his office and people all the way over in the pantry would hear it. he is, and i cannot stress this enough, so fucking embarrassed about it.

marius: the sneeze that keeps wanting to happen but Doesnt happen. you know, the cliffhanger sneeze, the sneezes that are like "ah...aaAAAHH...AAAAAAAHH—" and then the resulting "choo" doesnt happen. and this Not Happening just Keeps Happening. it's agonizing. marius will start a sneeze at 9:55am but the Conclusion Of The Sneeze only happens by 10:03am, once hes already in a meeting with the board of directors. how unsightly, he KNOWS, but the worst part really is the sheer anticipation. what marius would GIVE to have a normal sneeze.

luke: the tiniest kitten sneeze on the planet, and always 6 times consecutively in a row MINIMUM. back during the NSB Days(TM), the fearsome Agent Raven arrived at the training class he handles with a slight cold, saying he'll just monitor and teach and give pointers while socially distanced. the trainees were so scared cuz "wow, hes still coming in even when hes sick, how TERRIFYINGLY DEDICATED, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVEN." and then luke steps back and grabs a piece of tissue, obviously rearing for a sneeze, and the trainees thought "oh i bet his sneeze is the Loud Disruptive one, just like his own scary fighting skills, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVE—" and then

it's the smallest, cutest sneeze. one after the other. and another. and another. it was like hearing a squeaky dog toy get squeezed several times vigorously. it was like how you'd assume a pixie sneezes. it was like the sound sprinkles and pink bubbles would make if those could sneeze.

once luke is done with his consecutive sneezes (that, for the life of him, he could not stop) he promptly death-glares at the trainees and they all agree to Never Bring It Up.

but the consecutive kitten sneezes still follow luke through his life and all the way up to, yep, the nxx team being able to witness it

mc: awww, it's been so long since ive seen your cute sneeze!!

luke, nose clogged: it's [sneeze] not cute! [sneeze]

marius: it's so cute, i think my heart is melting

luke: shut [sneeze] up!

marius: AAAWWW, is the big bad agent having some twouble? >:3

luke: dont you f[sneeze]ucking patronize [sneeze] me!

mc: do you need more tissue?

luke: PLE[sneeze]ASE

[mimiaguilar-bansheebender]

Dad got out of surgery yesterday and overall it all looks fine! He had to stay overnight and my mom took the shift as i had to go back to the office. Where i also found out i definitely forgot about a project that was assigned to me, bcs of all my other tasks, so i am a lil bit in trouble 😬 so sneak into a supersons piece where Nightwing is about to be “The Parent” tm and b mad at them. 👀 for what? 🤭 you’ll see

[brightmalcolm]

ainsley sprucing up martin's Murder Room (tm) is still the funniest thing to happen on the show she was really like sorry malcolm I know you were irrevocably traumatized down here and its also where our dad kept trophies and pictures of the 23 people he killed but have you considered I really need an office space

[giurochedadomani]

(again, me, with family au shenanigans)

The duel vibes, but it turns out that helmeppo has snitched to his dad, and his dad to Garp, and Garp has called Zoro into his office, and called Mihawk to come to the school.

And oh no, oh no, this is so very, very bad, Mihawk is going to kill him (or worse, he's going to get expelled) and why won't Luffy help Nami convince Zoro to bullshit his way out of this one? He can LIE and turn the tables on helmeppo. But no, Mihawk has educated him to face things like a man, and anyway Mihawk would be much more pissed if Zoro lies to his face. He'll take his chances.

Meanwhile Mihawk is increasingly worried because this doesn't sound like Zoro, Zoro's not the type to bully his peers. He knew that Zoro has been pretty depressed after Kuina's tragic death, is this some form of acting out?

And Garp can see the very exact moment in which Mihawk notices Luffy, the glamor of recognition when he sees the iconic strawhat tm, and calls bullshit into Helmeppo's story, figuring out what has happened and how Zoro was defending a little kid.

Just. Zoro being moderately afraid because he loves Mihawk, he doesn't like to disappoint him. But hey Mihawk has stood by him as always that's very nice. He's now doing his very subtle attempt at making Zoro tell him about his new little group of friends (and perhaps they ARE in fact a group of friends even if nami and him have vehemently denied it, but it still makes him a bit sheepish)

Meanwhile Mihawk is (internally, past his very stony demeanor) incredibly happy about Zoro making not one, but several new friends in his first week of school. He thinks it's the funniest shit in the world, the fact that his Zoro has made friends with Shanks' Luffy, and he has to go visit him right about now, because getting an earful of Garp because of the other definitely brings memories to mind.

Also perhaps Shanks as a stuntman? To keep the vibe of: Mihawk and Shanks having a special interest in swords, but taking it in wildly different directions. So all the stories from different islands that he has visited are in this au stories from different sets he has worked in. And losing his arm in a very freaky accident would be plausible for a stuntman, but I don't know how to relate the accident to saving Luffy. If anyone wants to share headcanons / help me work out the story / talk about Mishanks or Zolu, is more than welcomed ❤️❤️❤️

[xeilon]

Going insane right now over just a few sentences like how Albrecht raised his daughter alone, (his daughter who has her mothers eyes) Loid carrying Son on his back around the garden, and how Necraloid (the Entrati's most loyal servant) was built to keep Loid from being alone. Aslo that during the Incident(TM) only Euleria and Kalymos were there because everyone else given up on Albrecht.

Like, I love the theory that Albrecht and Loid are Euleria's parents etc. but. BUT. LISTEN.

Albrecht who always tried to do right by his daughter falling apart just a little bit (a lot) after meeting with the Man in The Wall, getting colder and trying to keep distance from everyone.

And then this random twink shows up, who wants to assist Albrecht in his research and "No I don't need help!" but Euleria is just like "You absolutely do, you're a mess." And Albrecht finally coming to see Loid in a new light after years of working together.

The family notices that Albrecht is in a much better place than before and quickly connects the dots between that and how close the two of them seems to be, and just going, "You know what? That's great."

And then Albrecht at the end of his life falls back into bad habits, and decides to do, whatever the hells happening in Whispers in the Walls and asks for Loid's help and secrecy because he can't let his daughter know of this.

He builds Necraloid because even if he's gotten closer to his family than he was after meeting Wally, he never quite understood the dinamics after that. He didn't really understood the rivalry between his grandkids, just why Grandmother is even there, or how much his daughter is worried about him.

Also Loid. He absolutely does not understand where the family stands with Loid. So he believes that he has to build a little robot to keep Loid company after he leaves, because who else is gonna do that, completely missing the fact that the family adores the man.

His grandson constantly in his heels beggin for piggy back rides, his granddaughter seeks him out all the time to show him her new fishes, his daughter has tea with him at least once a week where they just vent to each other about everything and everyone, grandmother rubs off on him like hell and Vilcor is absolutely terrified of the duo that is his wife's non-offical adopted dad and his mother but is too scared to say anything.

So Albrecht leaves, oblivious to the fact that he's the only one who didn't quite notice that there is no need to worry about Loid's company, but really he is an infuriating man who never just listened and Loid does love him for that.

So he keeps his secret, (whatever happened to him, noone will know) and he mourns alongside his daughter and grandkids and then lives the remaining of his life with them. But he is no orokin, and he still has much to do (the Kalymos sequence) so he has to leave too, and after thinking about it a lot, gives Necraloid a (for a long time) final command, to serve his family just as he served him, to keep them company, and to not let them slip away, as his Albrecht did long ago.

[traggalicious]

OH MY FUCK GUYS. GUYS THE MOST DEVASTATING AND MORTIFYING EVENT HAPPENED HERE. I WAS PLAYING BG3 (AS ONE DOES) AND KARLACH WAS LIKE ‘LET’S GO ON A DATE’ AND I SAID UES ABSOLUTELY (AS ONE *DOES*).

ANYWAY MY DAD’S IN HERE BUT THAT’S CHILL BC THIS IS HIS OFFICE RIGHT SO. THAT’S CHILL. BUT YEAH DATE’S OVER, MY TAV (SIRIUS) AND KARLACH ARE KISSIN I’M LIKE ‘OH SICK, THIS IS CUTE :3’

IT FADES TO BLACK. FADES BACK IN. THEY’RE STARTING A SCENE (TM).

AT THE EXACT MOMENT TAV ASS IS REVEALED MY BROTHER ENTERS THE ROOM!!! SO I FUCKING SHRIEKED AND FUMBLED TO QUIT THE GAME. IN MY PANIC I FORGOT THAT I COULD JUST. YK. TAB OUT. SO EVERYONE (ME. MY DAD. MY LITTLE BROTHER.) SAW MY TAV’S ASS 😭😭😭

I AM STILL SHAKING. I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK I HAD TO *LEAVE* I SOBBED STRAIGHT UP 😭😭😭😭

[ghosts-and-apple-pie]

Okay, so the concept of Michael somehow ending up in the foster system has been spinning around in my brain like a little dish in the microwave for the past several hours, but I can't draw so I've reached the conclusion that it's time to try and dust off my old creative writing skills to get this out of my brain-

Welcome to my foster kid Michael AU that's a result of my foster kid ass wanting more foster kid rep that *isn't* just ones who run away from every home and eventually find The Good One(tm)

CW for mentions of death because this takes place shortly after the bite of '83.

~~~

Fourteen-year-old Michael sat in the social worker's office at his middle school. It wasn't his first time here, not by a long shot. Honestly, you'd think he would be used to it by now. To an extent, he is- he knows the routine of things he's meant to say, the list of things his father has told him to lie to the DCFS caseworkers about, the same questions repeated every time.

"Are you eating well?

"Yes."

"..and sleeping well?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel safe at home?"

"Yes."

Michael isn't completely lying. Yeah, his home life isn't great. He knows that. He knows it could be better, but he's happy with life the way it is. Besides, he's got a roof over his head and a bed- plus, some kids have it worse. Honestly, all he has to do is stay out of his dad's way when he's upset. That's not that bad, right?

"Okay.." the caseworker nods, writing down a few notes on her clipboard.

Michael knows this is typically the point where they determine nothing is wrong, and the interview ends. He's been through this song and dance one too many times. He grabs his backpack and starts to put it on.

"Can I go back to class now?" he asked, although he wasn't waiting for an answer. He was already up, standing by the door, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Actually, I have a few more questions for you, if you wouldn't mind sitting back down, Michael," the caseworker replied calmly.

Michael hated how calm every caseworker on Earth was. They act so casual, like if you don't say one wrong thing your whole life won't be uprooted. he sighed and sat back down.

"I had a few questions regarding your father's diner. Can you tell me about it?"

This was a new one. Michael was not prepared to answer this- what's the right thing to say here? He thought about it for a moment. It's not his house, so whatever he says should be fine, right? It's not like they can put him in a foster home because his dad's a garbage businessman, right?

"I uh- okay, well.. My dad usually brings.. or uh, brought, I guess.. Evan and me to the diner while he worked- it had pizza and an arcade and stuff, so we were fine. We'd always have other kids to talk to, too" he hesitantly replied, trying his best to frame their family's diner in the best light possible.

"And did you feel safe there?"

Michael hesitated. Did he feel safe there? He knows she wants to hear yes. That's the answer they always want. That's the answer he decides he should give.

"...Yes..?"

It came out far less confident than Michael had hoped, but he's hoping she'll buy it. There's a few other questions asked, but they're all a blur, really. Stuff about Evan, stuff about the animatronics, stuff about whether or not there were adult employees watching them.

Michael walks out of the room around half an hour later, unsure of what to think of all the extra questions he was asked. That's never happened before, but then again, his brother dying was a pretty big deal. That was his fault though, not his dad's! They can't take him away for that, right?

"Right..?" he thought to himself, standing in front of his grandparents' house with a duffel bag full of his stuff less than a week later.

~~~

I will for sure be writing more soon!! Just had to yell my thoughts into a void somewhere, get 'em out into the world. Thank you for reading this far!!

[princess-of-the-corner]

I did not check other people's tumblrs for like a week and just caught up on all the Princess Bee stuff! Sorry for the anon shyness, but I have a couple of things:

1. You mind if I draw these suckers and send em to you? Cuz now I really wanna draw the next gen kids, Chester Fester, and timeskip designs for everybody.

2. Holy shit, this is a fun premise! I especially love that Chloe is a lawyer! Like, she'd be so good at it, especially with the way you write her (which is the default Chloe in my brain, tbh). You already have her run the merch department. Her dad is the freaking mayor, even if he is a bad one. She's already really good at knowing which authority can override what and when, she's good at working the system and knowing when it's screwed up, and she's got a helluva sense of justice after all the shit she's been through.

2. Some stuff with Lila: I know it was decided that she was gonna do a grand scheme where she got her petty revenge on Ladybug, but then Ladybug didn't show up after the first few akumas cuz the wish said so, and so she kinda just fucked off for a bit to do lowkey cons using the butterfly. When she sees the new EmmaBug, it brings up unaddressed trauma and she zooms back to Paris and starts being a Problem TM. But, like, what is actually her plan? She's going after the miraculous, but what does she want to do with them? What'll her wish be? I know she doesn't really care about the shit that went down with the Miracuclass anymore (she did get exposed). But she is still real bothered by Ladybug, but we also kinda established that she doesn't really know what she wants. So what are Lila's plans?

3. Thoughts on establishing a rogues gallery:

You said you wanted the main focus to be akuma, so why not have a handful of regularly occurring akumas instead of a new one every time? We've already got Chester as Lila's right-hand man, even if he is gonna be a bit of an inneffectual, comedic, Mr. Pigeon-esque akuma. Why not have Lila amass several other allies to regularly akumatize who want in on whatever she's up to. Lila can be very charming and has been doing on and off cons for like 20+ years. Odds are, she's met some pissed of people willing to do some shady shit to get what they want. Lila was also very much willing to use Chloe for her bullshit back in the day, so she could also maybe manipulate some people into helping her out, especially if you want more kid akumas.

I also think it would be cool if you had a handful of other "rogues" who are unrelated to Lila and aren't actively villainous so much as they are assholes that cause issues. Like, Chloe's enemies from lawyering, some of Jess and Zoe's problems from NYC, the creepy boy who was uncomfortably hitting on Emma and ended out getting Dawn landed in the principal's office in the first place, the previously discussed Chief of Police. Etc.

4. I really like the idea of the kids all being roughly the same age, but a couple years apart. It allows for shenanigans like Hugo and the other younger kids having an awkward gang of middle school pals who know nothing about this shit, shipping the heroes, writing fanfics, giving unsolicited bad advice, etc. And it lets some of the kids be older, more mature, more experienced, and act as mentors to their middle child leader. Kinda how Luka worked for the OGs, but you have more of them with different personalities. Kinda like how digimon adventure had the kids mostly the same age but a little spread out across a few grades.

5. Give Hugo or Louis the horse. That would be a really obvious one to take out for a joyride, and they'd get attached to Kaalki.

That's all for now, ngl, this might be my favorite non HC/LL for Miraculous that you've done (followed up by the double trouble one because sonic jokes).

Welcome back! Okay so

1.) Go for it! Just yeet me a link because I'm bad at remembering to check if I've been tagged in things!

2.) Chloé as a lawyer is honestly my favorite post-canon job for her. That and/or running the hotel. Just put her whole skillset into being used for good

2.5) So Lila! I'm being sympathetic to her instead of making her full evil. Like she's still going to be causing Akumas and also a con artist so morally gray, but not like. Season 4-5 Gabe.

Which has resulted in her motivation being a touch nebulous. In that... Ya girl has been rolling with a lot of depression that she doesn't realize is 'depression' because fuck man what does she have to be 'depressed' about? So she just feels like nothing is 'enough' to make her happy and must find something out there that can 'fix' her.

Seeing the 'Ladybug Returns' both kinda gets in her head of as much she acknowledges her grudge with LB was petty teen stuff, it is unresolved business. And that may make her feel better. However, barring that, the Wish would do whatever she wants. It could 'fix' her. Give her whatever she needs to not feel this hollow emptiness in her chest 24/7.

3.) Honestly having all sorts of nonsense to be problems is GREAT.

4.) Yeah I haven't established much on their ages other than Emma and Louis are twins while Hugo is roughly a year and a half younger (so a grade down). I doubt I'd have everyone in the same class, but the whole group are still friends due to knowing each other for years.

5.) Ha! I'm thinking Louis with the Horse now.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 18) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

Friday wasn't usually so exciting, but this Friday was special, and you were damned if you were going to let anything get in the way of it.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on Henry's office and heard his usually chipper voice answer for you to come on in, smiling as you took a step inside and saw the man away from his desk, pinning more drawings that the kids had made for him and William and all the other animatronics onto the wall that was already thick with the sheer volume of them. It always made you smile, and you still had the drawings that the kids had given you when you 'saved' Spring-Bonnie. Your name was called fondly, Henry stopping what he was doing to offer you a bright smile as he stepped away from the wall.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked, smoothing down his dark curls before he sat back at his desk a little heavily, forcing the chair to spin slightly under his weight as you closed the door and sat in the little folding chair near to his desk.

"I was um...going to ask if I can be cut early today, Mr. Emily." You asked, feeling your cheeks heating up already, Henry raising an eyebrow before waving a hand dismissively with a slight chuckle.

"Please, it feels weird you calling me Mr. Emily in private," He sighed, smiling reassuringly at you as you fiddled with the edge of your confetti patterned blouse. "But why, what's up chicken? Are you not feeling well?"

"Quite the opposite, Mr-....Henry." Correcting yourself as you watched his eyebrow raise in a fatherly way that reminded you a little of a telling-off. But your cheeks continued to heat up as you couldn't help thinking about the reason you wanted the day off early. "I'm hoping the have the day off early because.. Well... I'm seeing William later tonight."

"Sorry sweetie, but that's not a-"

"At his house."

There was a pause as Henry blinked at you, his shoulders mid-shrug before relaxing and his eyes widening as he looked at you. Scanning your face to see if you were being serious before leaning back into his chair, fingers laced together and index fingers tapping each other as he made a hum in thought.

"Seriously around his house?" The question seemed almost incredulous, and it was your turn to raise an eyebrow before you slowly nodded, unsure if the man in front of you was happy or not.

"I..I think he's cooking dinner?"

"William Afton is cooking dinner for you, at his house?" He asked, receiving another small nod in reply, thoroughly confused as to why he seemed so shocked. You knew that Sarah had said that he rarely invited people to his house, but surely it wasn't such a huge deal.

"Do you have what you want to wear sorted?" The question caught you off guard, but you nodded and felt your cheeks burning as you thought of the discreet little bag waiting for you on your bed, as well as the new dress hung up on your wardrobe, waiting to be put on after your shower.

"Do you think I should bring a gift?"

"Oh... I mean...I would. He would probably find it very cute." He said, voice darkening slightly as his brow furrowed and he swivelled in his chair, making you worry that he wasn't reacting like he usually did to news about you and William. Feeling the joy about your day slowly slip away as you wondered if you were in some form of trouble as Henry spun back around, clutching something in his hands.

The older man stared at you for a second, running his hand through his curls and muttering something under his breath as he closed his eyes briefly before opening them and staring at the ceiling for a moment, making panic rise in your chest.

"What do you know...about sex?"

Blinking rapidly, you looked at the normally bouncy, happy human in front of you and the dead-serious tone with which he asked the question and suddenly you were transported back to a similarly awkward talk with your parents years ago when you hit puberty. Cheeks fully heated as your embarrassment changed course and burned brighter than before, looking at your fingers as you picked over them nervously.

"I um...I mean, I know how it..works? Like and that it's...it's special. What are you-"

"Good, good. Um.. I'm going to give you these, on the condition that they are used, young lady. But I'm also going to give you a quick rundown on what could happen." He let out a shaking breath, equally embarrassed by the whole situation as he handed over the small blue box. Letting you inspect it for a second before you froze up as you saw what they were in your hands. Heart pounding rapidly as the box of condoms rested in your hands limply, barely registering Henry as he began to talk again.

"So...When a man and a woman love each other very much..well, um, other people like women and women and men and men can love each other too! Just that, you know, since he's a man and you're a young woman...you know?" He rambled, his cheeks burning a deep maroon colour as he talked, avoiding your gaze as his fingers picked at themselves, only relenting as he began to gesticulate nervously. "So a man's-"

"OH MY GOD, HENRY!" You managed to snap him out of his rambling as you buried your head in your hands, placing the box on the edge of his desk, Henry sat quietly in his chair as you extracted yourself from the iron grip you had on your face, speaking into your hands and muffling your words slightly. "Look I don't need...I-I'll be safe if we decide to... We're taking it slow. We're still nervous about kissing each other for fucks sake!"

Henry seemed to relax at your reassurances, his shoulders releasing the tension, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and his burning cheeks the remnant of his embarrassment. Lopsided smile gracing his friendly face as he awkwardly reached out and patted your back reassuringly.

"I'm sorry..You're like a kid to me and Will's...Will's my best friend. I couldn't bear to see either of you in a situation you weren't happy in. That's how it was with Clara, and he loves Vanessa to pieces, but he wasn't happy. You both deserve to be happy." His voice was soft as he rubbed your back lightly with that same fatherly smile, allowing you time to breathe and recover before your face was fully extracted from your hands. Offering Henry a reassuring smile too. Jokingly, he placed the back of his hand to your forehead, taking your temperature as you still appeared very flushed.

"Looks like somebody's sick after all. Why don't you grab your stuff and head home? I'm sure you'll do well with a home-cooked meal." He smiled, and you smiled gratefully back, carefully opening your arms for a hug and wrapping them around him, catching him off guard before Henry wrapped his arms around you too.

"Thanks Henry, I really do appreciate it. Promise to be careful and I'm sure you'll tease me for days after this." You joked, making the man chuckle as he held you at arms length and smiled at you, his eyes crinkling slightly as he widened his eyes in mock hurt.

"Me? Tease you?! Never, chicken! But Will on the other hand is fair game."

Both much happier and relaxed about the situation, you left his office to go grab your things and cycle back home to get ready for your date. Laughing as Henry practically chucked the box after you as he made sure nobody else was watching, giving a disapproving dad finger-wag as you departed. The excitement of what the evening had in store for you crept back into your stomach now that the embarrassment cleared, and you found yourself practically vibrating as you prepared yourself to go to the Afton house.

~~

The cab had picked you up precisely on time, although you were a little surprised that it wasn't William picking you up from your house. A neatly wrapped and bow-tie presented bottle of whiskey in your lap as you slowly made your way down the gravel drive. The cab had dropped you off half-way down, as they were unsure if there was enough room to turn at the end, and suddenly the small kitten heels you'd chosen to wear seemed all too impractical as you moved slowly.

Although, you arrived exactly on time as you reached the front door and knocked, admiring the space the Afton house lived in and the house itself.

A long, winding gravel drive in between a thick copse of trees, muffling the sound of the main road and making the clearing in which the house was built peaceful. The house itself was a classic American style, front porch and all with white bannisters and fencing, the house itself painted in a faded pastel purple that looked like it needed touching up, making you wonder if it had perhaps been more vibrant once before. It was small slice of paradise hidden away from prying eyes, and for a more private man like William Afton, you could see why he enjoyed such a place.

The door opening disrupted your thoughts, and you turned to face William, smiling brightly and being caught slightly off guard as he wore an apron over his clothes. White with little bunnies on it like some house-wife despite being able to make out the black button-down tight across his broad frame and the neatly pressed slacks. His greying hair brushed through and slicked back, beard trimmed and you could smell his cologne faintly already, mixed with the smell of something delicious cooking inside.

William paused as he opened the door to you, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank you in. Little black heels, a cute little dress that the top looked a little like a button down, a small belt tied around the waist to accentuate your figure, and the deep green colour with the embroidered flowers across the collar made him melt at how sweet you looked. Your hair pulled back into a cute up-do with strands falling either side of your face, a little mascara making your doey eyes pop as they looked up at him. He felt so lucky in that moment to have somebody as colourful and as pretty as you fall for him.

Opening the door wider with a smile, he invited you inside. Quickly checking that everything was as ordered and perfect as he wanted it to be for your arrival before you stepped over the threshold.

"You look amazing tonight, bunny." He smiled, making your cheeks heat up as you shyly looked to the floor. A smile gracing your own features as you glanced up at him through thick lashes.

"You look great too, William." He chuckled at your compliment, raising an eyebrow as he gestured to the apron he was wearing.

"Oh you know, I figured that the apron really sold it. Gave me the real 'dad who can provide' look." You laughed as he poked fun at himself, making his smile wider and making a little dimple on one side as his eyes lit up. "I'm sure there's more 'hip' names for that, but it was a gift from Vanessa for Father's Day." He shrugged, turning towards the kitchen and gesturing for you to leave your shoes by the door. Padding through in his socks to go stir the food and check on it.

"So, what's for dinner then, chef?" You asked, almost hearing his eyeroll as he turned to look at you over his shoulder, tutting at you sligthly and giving you a chance to admire the kitchen.

The floor was neatly tiled, cabinets painted a cool white with a dark granite countertop to work on. A back-splash above the gas-stove and a good few selections of knife-blocks and cutting boards made you raise your eyebrow as you looked at William curiously.

"There's...a lot of knives?"

"Ah, yeah. Were you an art kid growing up?" He asked, making you blink as you wondered if he was brushing off the question, brow furrowing as you shrugged slightly.

"Yes?"

"Remember all the times your relatives got you paper reams and cheap pencils cause they didn't know what else to get you?"

"So...the cooking equivalent is knives?"

"Cheap knives. I keep my good ones hidden for my own use. And my sanity." He winked, making you laugh as you looked at the three or four blocks taking up counter space, shaking your head and sighing dramatically as you leaned against one of the counters near to him, earning you a curious side-eye.

"Guess that's my plans for your birthday out of the window."

"I say this with all the respect in the world for you, bunny. You get me knives for my birthday, I'm going to use them to make the worst meal imaginable and sit and watch you eat it." He threatened teasingly, making you giggle as you shook your head. Biting at your lip as you stood on your toes to try and peer at what was being made, only to have a large hand shoo you off with a smile on William's face.

He wasn't sure he'd ever smiled so much as when he was around you.

"Geez, that is a serious threat. Alright, baking trays it is!" You joked, making him groan and shake his head as he gestured to a cabinet by your leg, watching you as you curiously opened it and laughed as you found plenty of trays all neatly stacked together inside. "Is there anything you actually want?"

"A stand mixer?" He suggested, glancing at your hands and realising that you were carrying a neatly wrapped box and raising an eyebrow at you as he nodded towards it. "Going to a party after?"

"Oh! It's um...it's for you." Smiling shyly as you held it out, having forgotten that you had even carried it with you. William paused for a moment before he wiped his hands with a cloth and took it gingerly, smiling softly as his shoulders relaxed slightly. His large, rough fingers working quickly to undo the bow and pick apart the paper like it was a precious thing in itself.

His eyes widened as he looked at the contents, the box with the bottle of whiskey inside felt heavy in his hand and he couldn't help but wonder how much of your paycheque you'd spent in acquiring it. Looking back up at you before he placed the box down, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head softly.

"Thank you, bunny. It's a wonderful gift, and..I have one to give you after dinner. Maybe you'd like a glass of whiskey with me, since you so nicely provided one for us?" He asked, feeling you nod with your head pressed to his broad chest. Reluctantly letting go of you to open a cupboard above your head and pulling out two glasses for the pair of you, carefully opening the bottle and pouring two fingers each to savour and clinking his glass to yours. "To us, and this hopefully wonderful dinner."

"To us, and this it-already-smells-damn-good dinner." You chuckled, William joining in too as he snuck a kiss from you before the glass could reach your lips. Melting under his touch as he moved back to the stove, silvery eyes bright as he brought the glass to his lips and watched you do the same.

~~

"That was amazing William, thank you for cooking for us." The older man rubbed the back of his neck nervously, smiling at your compliment as you both finished eating, sitting back the wooden seats of the dining table that had been so perfectly laid out for dinner. Dark napkins on the plates, bright silverware, good quality glasses, a worn bronze candle holder the centre piece with a white candle burning down, the warm light flickering across both of your faces as you ate by relative candle-light.

"Thank you for coming and joining me. It's a nice break from chicken nuggets and peas and the occasional Freddy's pizza."

"Vanessa's a picky eater? With a cook like you for a dad?" You asked, incredulous as William groaned, running a hand over his face and disrupting his gold wire aviators before he settled them back into place.

"You'd think it would be the opposite! I usually get her to eat different things but sometimes it's just a lazy cooking day, you know?" He asked, sipping the last of his drink down as he looked at you. Admiring your features in the candle-light and wondering if he had been right in seeing a slip of black under the collar of the dress as you'd shifted and moved during dinner, moving the thought out of his mind as he felt a fluttering in his stomach.

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked suddenly, making you look at him in surprise, cheeks burning as you looked shyly at the table, head tilted slightly to one side.

"I...I don't really know how to dance." The reply made him pause, but he chuckled and stood up, slowly padding over to you and tucking one arm behind his back, offering the other to you as he approached your chair. Now that he wasn't wearing the apron, the black shirt and slacks in the candle-light made him look dark and mysterious. Like something out of a romance novel you once read.

"Then it's a good job you're not wearing your heels." Laughing as he joked with you, taking his arm and allowing William to guide you back through the door and towards the kitchen, leaving you a little confused until you turned left instead of right and ended up in the lounge.

What struck you first was how the furniture was arranged oddly, pushed back and leaving a large clear space in the centre, until you realised that it was cleared for the pair of you. William reaching to one side and pushing a button on the music system that you hadn't even noticed besides you as he smiled down at you, the soft music playing gently. The first few notes catching you off guard as you tipped your head to one side, trying to recognise it before smiling.

"Claire de lune?"

"You have a good ear, bunny." He complimented, taking your arm and guiding you to the cleared floor. Looking to you for permission before one of his large hands settled on the small of your back, pulling you close to his body whilst the other held your hand lightly. Towering over you as the closeness made your heart pound dramatically in your chest. "Why don't you step on my feet, I promise you won't hurt me." He suggested lowly, letting you press your body to his as you did as he asked. Shifting slightly to account for the additional weight before he began to move.

William Afton danced with a lot of grace, his expression a soft frown of focus even though his eyes sparked in the way that you had come to recognise as him truely being happy. The soft music and the way the world spun as you danced feeling like something from a fairytale as the warmth of his hand on your back made your stomach flutter nervously, his cologne filling your sense and taking over as you let him move your smaller body. A dreamy look on your own expression as he moved you, William found his heart melting more and more with each twirl and excited laugh as he spun you. He wished he could smell your perfume all the time, have you in his arms like that forever.

Eventually though, the dance ended, both of your breathing slightly quickly from the movements despite the fact that William had been doing all the work for you both. Cheeks flushed as he looked down at you, a warm smile coming to light as he removed his hand from yours and reached into his pockets, brow furrowed slightly before he found what he was looking for and kept his hand on your back, allowing you a chance to step back however.

Looking at what he was holding, your heart felt like it stopped as you saw the black velvet flat box, eyes wide as he expertly used his thumb to flip the catch and open it up and revealed a delicate silver chain with a clear gem pendant on it. Tears pricked at your eyes and made you feel hot as he kissed the top of your head adoringly.

"I wanted to get you something special. You're special to me and I..." He paused, swallowing softly as you looked up at him, seeing William struggle to get his words out as he took a shaking breath and steadied his nerves.

"I haven't seen you when you're sick, or when you're angry or even if anything aside from your best clothes, pjs that one time and the honestly ridiculous uniform at work. But...Whenever I see you, you look radiant. I couldn't ask for somebody more perfect in my life, and you have made me so happy. I tried to find the right words to say all this, and so, so much more." He said, breath shaking slightly as he forced himself to keep looking into your eyes, feeling your body tensing against his hand slightly. "And all I could find was; I love you."

The words took your breath away, tears spilling down your cheeks and William's face turning into shocked concern before you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close and holding onto him as tightly as you could. His broad body tensing up before relaxing and wrapping around you too, placing his chin ontop of your head and holding onto you as you tried to compose yourself in his chest.

"I-I love you too, William."

"It makes me an even happier man to hear that, bunny." He whispered, planting another chaste kiss against your head before your arms moved and allowed him to move. Gently taking the necklace from the box and undoing the clasp, your body moving automatically and feeling his rough fingers ghost against your neck as the cool metal sat between your collarbones and across your skin. Turning around so he could see it and smiling brightly, his hand reaching up and touching where it sat, making your chest tighten and stomach flutter nervously.

"It's beautiful, thank you."

"Nothing could be as beautiful as you, not to me." He said softly, moving his hand up and cupping your cheek softly, leaning in and claiming your lips gently. Feeling how you trembled in his arms and holding you close, lips moving together in the way only somebody who knew them so well could, his beard scratching at your face slightly before you parted. His eyes hazy for a moment before they focused on you. "Would you like to cuddle with me and watch a movie?"

You nodded, and he kissed you once again before he gave your hip a gentle squeeze. Guiding you out of the way before he grabbed one end of the couch that had been taken out of it's usual position. Grunting as he moved it back into place quickly and grabbing the remote, sitting down with a breath of finality and laying his arm across the back of it as the tv turned on. Letting you lay across his side and your head next to his heart, listening to the strong thump of it inside as he scrolled through the options available.

"Do you remember being locked in the office together?"

"How could I forget?" He groaned, chuckling and looking down at you, moving his arm to wrap around you and his eyes scrunching up as he felt himself blushing slightly as he looked at you adoringly. "You looked so cute, asleep against me."

"That's still embarrassing!" You groaned, making him chuckle and shake his head as he looked at you.

"Why? It was the first time I ever thought about kissing you." He admitted, making you pause as you blinked up at him, checking he was serious as he smiled lopsidedly. His thumb stroking across your shoulder in a way that felt familiar to you, vaguely recalling it was something he'd done when he started to drift off too on that day.

"Then why don't you show me how you wanted to kiss me then?" You weren't sure where the boldness had come from, and it even caught William by surprise before he smiled. Moving his other hand so that it helped to support you, leaning in slowly and whispering against your lips before he claimed it.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The words were as delicious as his kiss. His lips claiming yours with a soft intensity that had your mind reeling as they moved with yours. A soft whimper escaping you as the intensity filled you, consumed you. The noise spurred him on, tongue wiping across your bottom lip before pressing into your mouth, yours moving with his as they danced together. Slow at first, but that quiet intensity building up as his grip on you tightened slightly. William was keeping himself in check however, though it was made harder by the little noises you made that made something in him a little feral. Biting at your lip gently when he moved to part the kiss, tugging at it slightly and feeling a sense of satisfaction with how pink the skin looked after he'd claimed it. Your eyes glazed over slightly before you seemed to come to, as if waking from a dream.

"Was that satisfactory, bunny?" Chuckling as your cheeks flushed and he cradled one in his large palm, feeling the heat from it as you looked up at him. Clearly deciding on something before you moved against his side.

Carefully, you moved and allowed your thumping heart to take control, stomach tight with nerves as you focused on his expressions as you straddled his lap. Hearing the sharp intake of breath as your weight settled against him, both quiet and looking at each other as his hands settled on your hips, holding you still as you seemed to be gauging each other's reactions.

"I feel like this is you asking for more." He teased, making your cheeks burn brighter and he chuckled somewhat darkly as you nodded. Freeing one hand from your hip and cupping your chin, thumb stroking your bruised lip as he held you against him. Sure you could feel his pounding heart too. "I don't want a nod, bunny, I need to hear you say it if you want more."

"I...Please. Please William, can we...may I have more?" You asked, feeling your chest tightening as he looked at you so seriously, planting a soft kiss onto your lips, letting it linger as his hand moved back to your waist. Gasping into the kiss as he experimentally dragged your hips across his, trembling softly under his grip and hearing a groan escaping him too.

"Good girl for using your words. But remember we can stop at any time okay? You control the pace here." He whispered against your lips, waiting for you to nod before he carefully reached between you and slowly undid the belt on your dress, ghosting over your form as his fingers began to work on the buttons and allow it to fall away from your body.

"And i-if I want more?"

"Well, now you know how to ask so nicely for it."