#henry cared about charlie. but he couldn't always be there for her. obviously

[apollos-boyfriend]

How would you spell out the fnaf timeline?

okay so. i will only be focusing on the like main murders bc i do not care for things like sister location and fnaf 3 in the sense of their events taking place in the far future of the murders themselves (fnaf 3 taking place in 2023, for example). i only really care about the original kids and their timelines

before 1983:

- charlotte "charlie" emily is killed by william afton outside of a freddy's location, likely during her birthday party. the security puppet, programmed by her father to look after her, is too late to save her and finds her body in the alleyway as she's dying. her soul goes onto possess the puppet, adding two purple tear-tracks to its cheeks - william afton takes note of the change, and begins to suspect possession. wanting to learn more, he creates a series of animatronics with the sole purpose of luring and capturing children in order to test his theory (personal note: i think it makes much more sense for the funtimes to come before the missing children's incident. william was careful, at first, when it came to capturing kids, not wanting his person to be traced back, which is why he initially wanted to rely on animatronics to do his job for him) - during the opening of circus baby's pizza world, elizabeth afton is left alone with baby, and is scooped and killed. her brother witnesses this event, and is left traumatized by the experience, now fearful of any of his father's creations. his nightmares are haunted by animatronics with mouths in their stomach due to him witnessing this very incident - circus baby's closes before it even fully opens, and the funtimes are retired to an underground location

1983:

- bite of '83. evan afton (the crying child) is killed when placed into the maws of golden freddy during his birthday party - his soul goes on to posses fredbear, being the first of two to inhabit the suit - the springlock suits are officially retired after this incident

1985:

- missing children's incident - having continued his experimentations with remnant through animals, william afton officially infuses his first animatronic with a soul. a golden retriever puppy infused into mangle is afton's first successful experiment - lured by promises of her puppy being found, susie is killed first, and goes onto possess chica - the other three go onto possess their respective suits at whatever match you see fit (personally i think it's gabriel -> freddy, jeremy -> bonnie, fritz -> foxy) - cassidy goes onto possess golden freddy, joining evan's soul within the suit

and this is. very personal. i don't claim for it to be the official or perfect timeline, but by god do i actually have reasonings for things asides from "it fits my william afton headcanon ^_^"

[springlock-suits]

Um. *twirls my hair* For this day I wanted to draw Funtime Foxy and or Ballora as real/showbiz inspired animatronics but then I realized I didn't. Want to. And might not have the time to depending on how the inspiration hits and if I'm going to add Baby to be a proper ladies night. So. I wrote a fic one-shot 👉👈

Bear in mind, I am an artist first. And failed English class on multiple occasions. So have fun with this I guess

Fnaf-tober | Day 4: Ladies Night

Fnaf-tober by miiilowo

Content: Willry if you squint, mostly in the form of Henry's thoughts. Gender.

This is about 1000 words, so one of my more lengthy fics, if not the new record holder

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Henry reread the design notes in front of him again. He scratched his beard a bit in concentration. The ginger man was currently looking over William's work on some circus themed animatronics, they were only concepts right now, silly little doodles made by a man who happened to enjoy the aesthetic clowns and the like. However... he couldn't help but notice a small, inconcensistent detail. Had William made a mistake? Maybe he should call him to make sure he's reading this right.

No... he can't do that.

Henry sighed and took a sip of the tea on his desk, perfectly sweet, though unfortunately has long since become room temperature. Henry huffed a laugh as he took another sip, William always called Henry's tea "hummingbird nectar". Always scrunching his nose in that cute way of his when he saw Henry drinking a cup of a sugary concoction. Henry shook his head, focus, what was he doing again? He looked back down, right, William's notes. Calling him. Can't do that. Henry sighed again, William had taken a break from work this week to take care of his kids while Bella was away on a camping trip with her girl friends. William would be back for work this Friday, and correcting a detail on some concept work truly wasn't that important. Especially since the "funtimes" won't see the light of days for years, if ever.

Henry nibbled on his pen, and looked up at the time. 1pm. Would William be busy? Michael was at school, but little Evan and Elizabeth were home. Maybe they were taking an after lunch nap at this very moment and William was just as bored as he was and wanted to talk about his animatronics some more. Henry rapidly tapped his pen on the desk, thinking. Charlotte was still at school. His little Button had mentioned recently that she wanted to see Uncle Will and her siblings again. He remembered how he tried once to explain to her that William is not her uncle, and even if he was his children wouldn't be considered her siblings, she just puffed up and crossed her arms, stating that she obviously knew that, but she had adopted them, so they're family now. William had laughed and ruffled her hair, saying he couldn't argue with that logic, and Charlie had absolutely beamed at that. Henry smiled at the memory.

He shook his head, getting distracted again, what was he...? Henry jolts up when he remembers. Right, of course, Charlie wanted a play date. He should call William to ask him about it. And if the conversation happens to steer towards other things, well, that'd be convenient, just some light chatter between friends. Henry holds the phone to his ear, having quickly dialed the number.

Ringing...

"Hello?" comes the sweet sound of William's voice. Henry realizes that he's been silent on the phone to the point of becoming uncomfortable. "William! I ah, hope I'm not being a bother right now- I was just uh wondering if you were free at some point this week. And your kids. For a play date. Charlotte wants a playdate." Henry quickly rambles out, embarrassed. William chuckles on the other end of the line, and Henry hears the faint whispering of Elizabeth, excited at the thought of playdate. "You're not bothering me Henry, Evan just went to bed, and Lizzie here is practicing her makeup skills on me. Of course they can have a playdate later, how does after school sound? Or after Charlie finishes with her homework I suppose."

Henry doesn't even take a moment to think, "Yes yes that's perfect, my little Button will be excited to hear the news." Henry paused. "Practicing her makeup skill on you?" William chuckled, and Elizabeth seemingly shoved her face right in front of the phone as she now loudly spoke. "I'm making Daddy pretty! We're having uh,, um,,, a." The toddler struggled to remember a word. "A LADIES NIGHT!!" she shouted triumphantly, proud of herself. William quietly told her not to be so loud, as she might wake Evan or hurt poor Uncle Henry's ears. Henry hummed. "You and William and having a ladies night Lizzie?" Elizabeth nodded, and then gave a quick "Yeah!" when she remembered Henry couldn't see her. "Me and Daddy are having a ladies night, because we're the only ones in the house right now other than Evan and Evan is sleeping." She shushed the phone for emphasis. "And we're both ladies so we're having a ladies night!"

"I see," replied Henry, not seeing. "That reminds me of something actually, could you hand the phone back to your father, dear?" Elizabeth nods and William gently takes the offered phone from her, and watches as she quickly becomes distracted with rummaging in her mother's makeup kit again. William smiles as he puts the phone back up to his ear. "Was there something else you needed Henry?"

Henry quickly shuffles through William's notes again. "Oh yes, um, I was just looking through your notes and wondering about... the funtime fox character? It looks like you switch between using he or she for. uh... the fox.".William hums, "Did I? I suppose I didn't notice." he chuckles. Henry nods, "Right then, so I was just wondering what you meant to use for the character, so I can correct it." William smiles, "There's no need for that Henry, he and she both sound correct to me for the fox. He is above all else a performer after all, I imagine she simply finds it easier to use whatever fits best at the moment, and whatever fits best for the performance." Henry paused for a moment. "Like... your Springbonnie?" William beamed, "Yes yes like Springbonnie! Though not exactly, Springbonnie entirely doesn't care for such things." William paused, "Say I've been thinking of a new funtime character too! A fox like the other one, their name is Lolbit... "

Henry smiled as he listened to William ramble on about his latest idea, he ended the call quite some time later when Charlotte excitedly bounced up to him after getting off the school bus, talking about how she finished her homework while on the bus and proudly displaying her work. She was, as expected, very excited to visit Uncle Will's house when he told her about the playdate.

When they arrived. Henry couldn't help but notice that William had yet to wash off the makeup his daughter had put on him.

[runawayolives]

Best friend's little sister. Part 1.

This is a fic about Henry during the filming of the Tudors and up. There might be flashbacks or flasforwards. If there are, they will be indicated in the tittle.

I hope you enjoy it.

And remember, requests are always open!

Henry was sitting in front of a Terminal at Jersey's airport, excited to start filming this new show he had gotten a role for.

He was playing Charles Brandon for a show named The Tudors, and he couldn't be more eager.

He took his phone out and sent a message to a childhood friend who lived near London, remembering he had offered a room to him for when he came.

Will, hey mate, I'm at the airport, see you in around two hours.

He waited for some time for the reply.

H, I'm not home, I'm on a business trip.

Y/N is there, and I'll be back in a week.

Y/N was William's younger sister. They all went to Stowe together, and they were close friends. Henry never spoke too much to Y/N. She was his friend's younger sister, but he never thought of her like that. For Henry, Y/N was one of the cool girls at Stowe.

She was extremely grunge when they were teens. She was sassy and sarcastic, but also extremely nice to people. She had that "rock player" persona. Long messy hair and several rings on her fingers.

She had a knack of breaking the schools dress code. For having too many rings or for wearing doc martens instead of the required shoe. She also enjoyed proving teachers wrong and having extremely challenging questions.

When Henry started bartending, Y/N was working at a Guitar store and volunteering at concerts. They worked in the same bar for a few months. Henry served the tables and Y/N helped the teens that had a gig there with their instruments.

Y/N Y/S/N was the coolest teen he had ever met. Last time William spoke about her, she had gone to college to study industrial engineering, something she had always liked.

Apparently, in America, she had met four other guys that played instruments and had started a band.

Henry had bought two of the CD's they had released, for several reasons. He enjoyed rock music, and Y/N had become an even more attractive adult.

To say he had a crush on her was an understatement. He had liked her since he was sixteen, and he was still smitten.

He remembered that she never gave a damn when someone teased her for hanging with "Fat Cavill." She would just ignore them and keep explaining a new rugby game plan she had seen on the latest match.

Henry lived for those moments, when her eyes would shine explaining how a team had won the game from that Saturday afternoon. She only spoke to him about rugby, but he couldn't have cared less.

She would always engage in friendly conversation whenever he was at her house to do homework with Will. When he got the role of Stephen in I find the castle, she had congratulated him and said:

"I can finally say I'm friends with a celebrity."

Henry couldn't remember a time he had blushed so hard. When he got home after finishing the project with Will, he still had read ears. All of his brothers teased him endlessly because of his major crush.

No one was supposed to find out. He was telling his mom about a small concert Y/N had done at a bar, and by the way his eyes glinted, she could tell what was going on.

She had asked Henry quietly in the laundry room, making sure no one heard. Henry's face turned bright red while he was trying to deny it. He gave up after he felt his face burning hot. He couldn't lie to his mom, not even to save his life.

Marianne got excited and told Colin, who then let it slip when he was talking to Charlie during breakfast one day. Charlie, obviously, said in front of everyone during dinner that night.

Henry was worried, knowing he was going to embarrass himself when he saw her. He didn't know if he was excited or scared that he was going to spend a whole week with his crush. He wanted to spend time with her, but he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to function like a human around her.

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Henry payed the taxi driver and stood in front of the Victorian house. The walls were a dark green, and the detail were black. The whole place screamed Y/N, Wich made him more nervous. It had a Bates Motel kind of vive, which made him chuckle. Y/N was a sucker for Hitchcock, and he could tell she still enjoyed his films.

He went up the steps and knocked on the door, eager to see his friend? Where they friends?

He didn't have time to answer before the door swung open. Y/N looked just like in her music videos and pictures. The difference was that now she looked more homey. She was wearing an old AC/DC shirt with blue jeans. Her hair was messy just like he remembered, and it trailed down her back. What had changed was that she was wearing glasses.

She smiled warmly at him, opening the door a bit more.

"Mr. Cavill, come in." Henry laughed gently, and crossed the doorway.

"You havent changed at all, Y/N." She smiled warmly at him. The house had a nice smell. A mix between firewood and clean clothes.

She extended her arms, leaning in for a hug. Henry was shocked for some moments. It took him a while for him to realize that he had a chance to hug her back.

It felt weird, but at the same time comfortable. Henry towered over her easily. He was a head taller than her, and he wasn't complaining. He patted her back, and placed his chin on her head. Once they separated, Y/N fixed her glasses.

"I wasn't really expecting this." Henry furrowed his eyebrows, and Y/N chuckled. "Hen, you're hot." God, he was blushing again.

Y/N turned around, and indicated for him to follow her. "Come, I'll show you the house.

After the small tour and leaving his bags in the guest room, Henry and Y/N went I to the kitchen. Y/N opened the fridge, taking a few things out.

"I was planning on making a chicken salad, but you can have something else." Henry shook his head.

"Chicken salad sounds great."

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They made dinner and sat down on the dining room.

"Congrats on the mysterious role." Henry looked down at his plate, a small smile grazing his lips.

"Thanks, I'm very excited." Y/N nodded. She knew how much Henry liked acting, ever since he was a teenager. "What about you? Your band is getting big." Y/N smiled gently.

"Yes, our manager wants us to go on a tour around the states next summer." Henry hummed, impressed by the fast progress.

"Wow, that sounds big." Y/N swallowed some food.

"Yes, that's what Harold is saying." Henry scrunched his eyebrows. "Harold is our manager." He hummed, placing some food in his mouth. "What's the show about?"

"It's about Henry VIII." Y/N rose her eyebrows.

"Don't tell me you're going to portray the wife butcherer." Henry laughed. Y/N always had funny ways of reviewing history, giving everyone funny nicknames and songs about what their did.

"Nope, I'm Charles Brandon." Y/N laughed, taking a sip from her glass of water.

"I don't know if that's improvement or not." The mischievous glint in her eyes made Henry remember all the times she would tease her younger brothers. "When do you start filming?"

Henry looked down at his watch, checking the date on it. "Two days." Y/N hummed.

"I'm going to guess you're super excited." Henry nodded. Y/N was so easy to talk to. He had forgotten that during his mental breakdown before he came.

Y/N's eyes still held that small welcoming essence like before, but also and intelligent look. Her eyes glinted, as if she knew something someone didn't, or had figured something sooner than the others.

Quan they finished dinner, Henry helped Y)N with the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. During that time, they shared small childhood stories.

"And remember that guy Corey liked, but he was too shy to talk to him, do you needed to ask for his phone number?" Y/N nodded, turning around to face Henry.

"But the guy was super straight, so he though the phone number was for me and tried to ask me our?" Henry nodded, both of them erupting in laughter.

"He had that horrible fake American accent, and only wore flannels with jeans, no matter the weather." Henry remembered.that guy perfectly. Corey would never shut up about him, and Y/N would tease Corey about his crush.

After cleaning the kitchen, they went into their separate bedrooms. Henry tossed and turned for some time, still not believing he was going to live with Y/N for a week. He took his phone out and texted Corey.

Mate, I'm with Y/N. Don't know what to do.

Corey was soon to answer.

What do you mean?

Henry texted back.

I'm living with my teenage crush, I don't know what to do.

Does Y/N not have mirrors in her house?

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Henry, you're hot, she's hot. I don't know why you two aren't married yet or something.

You're weird.

Don't try to deny it, hotshot.

Thank you, I guess.

Night

Night