#the steve miller au

[kanerallels]

My sister is making Lord of the Rings references under her breath while reading my fan fic and, gotta be honest, that's exactly what I intended while writing it

[accidental-spice]

My gift for @kanerallels for the Kazzy's Corner Secret Santa!!

A compilation of Kanan and Hera's best moments in the Steve Miller/Spymaster AU

(For those of you not familiar with this fic series, check it out here, it's REALLY good. There's flirting. And dance scenes. And angst. And flirting. And utter NONSENSE (affectionate). Also a Lothcat named Gwanda at one point. And did I mention flirting?)

Closeups under the cut

Hope ya like it, and merry Christmas!!

[moonpascal]

self insert x canon will always hold a special place in my heart

[misfitbimbosblog]

Giggling and swinging my feet.

[starshideurfics]

We’re the Millers AU

steddie, omegaverse, found family, falling in love

Eddie is a small-time drug dealer, never aspiring to more and his ten-year high school reunion is already decently in his rearview. Then Wayne gets sick. Cancer. And his insurance denies the experimental treatment he needs.

Eddie goes to his supplier, only to see Rick get shot in the head for stealing from the cartel. The enforcer there looks at Eddie and says, “You get one chance, but do good and you’ll be rich.”

All he has to do is take an RV down to Mexico, pick up a lot of drugs, and bring it back to Hawkins. Easy.

Right?

Eddie knows he’ll be suspicious alone, but if he has a family with him, an omega and a couple of kids… And he knows just the omega.

Steve never planned to be stuck in the same job for ten years, but Tommy kept wandering back into his life, promising to be better, only to blow Steve’s savings before dipping again. And an extra night dancing at the club was usually enough to make up his rent.

His life would be better if he didn’t have an idiot drug dealer for a neighbor. Better still if said idiot hadn’t just knocked on his door and asked, “Wanna make a hundred K?”

“Porn doesn’t pay that well, I’m not stupid Munson.”

“I’m not tying to get in your pants or look at your tits! And if I did want to look at your tits, I’d just pay the cover at Humid. No, I’m offering you a gig. One week’s work, 100 grand.”

“One week… Doing what?”

“I need you to be my wife. As a cover. For smuggling drugs.”

“NO! Get out of my apartment!”

Steve chases Eddie, tackles him, ready to knock some sense into him, only for Eddie to blurt, “I need the money for my uncle’s cancer treatment!”

That softens Steve enough to get him to agree. To round out their little family, Eddie recruits Dustin, the downstairs neighbor kid whose mom is away for a work conference, and Max, a teenage runaway who ran into him in her skateboard and tried to lift his wallet. They all clean up pretty nicely, and now they’re the Millers.

Hijinks ensue. And maybe they become more of a family along the way.

[toki-toro]

Man of the hour . Minute. Second.

[kanerallels]

WIPs:

Fan fic:

Sabezra Aladdin Au

My current WIP in the Steve Miller au, which is untitled

Kanereoke (which technically counts even though I haven't worked on it in FOREVER)

Original works:

A Fantasy Adventures With Waffles story

Kyvis

Another, more different Fantasy Adventures With Waffles story that I owe my sister for a deal we made and technically haven't even started

Land of the Tales (literally this is just editing not actually writing don't send it in but I thought it would be funny if I added it)

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[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

💄🎀 Sweet, Silly Coquette Moments w/ William Afton - 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎’𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 (aka: Him = your goth rabbit test subject husband)

💋 Lipstick Tester Chronicles™

You own like… 56 lipsticks. Every shade of pink, cherry red, coral, and even sparkly lavender.

William has now become your official lipstick test dummy.

“Stay still, darling. I’m testing the kiss-resistance of this one.”

You kiss his cheek, lean back dramatically… “Hmph. Not good enough. You’re stained. Again!”

Now his neck and jaw are permanently bruised with kiss marks in various shades. He acts annoyed.

“You’re using me like parchment paper.”

But does he move away? No.

Does he wear a scarf to hide the marks? Also no.

He lowkey likes it. It's your signature on him.

So naturally, you grab William by the collar while he's heading into a meeting with Henry.

You: "Hold still, love—need to make sure this one doesn’t smudge when I kiss you stupid." 💄💋

You plant a glittery red kiss on his cheek. He stares at you, deadpan. Then walks into the office anyway.

Henry: “...Will.” William: “Don’t say it.” Henry: “Is that a lip mark on your forehead?” William: “...I’m being hunted.”

🌸 You Glitterbomb Him Before Important Meetings

“Willy,” you whisper, eyes gleaming, “I think your cheekbones need more sparkle.”

Before he can escape, you swipe glitter highlighter all over his face.

When he goes to meetings with Henry or anyone else, he’s just:

Stone-cold serial killer face... with pink shimmer on his nose and cupid's bow.

The animatronics can sense the glitter. Even Freddy blinks twice.

He pretends not to care, but the moment he gets back to you, he leans down and mutters: “You... absolute menace. I looked like a disco ball.” You kiss his nose. “The cutest disco ball.”

🎨 Full Coquette Makeover Ambushes

Sometimes you just tackle him onto the fainting couch with makeup brushes in hand.

“Your undereyes are criminal, sweetheart. Sit down. Let mama fix that.”

You give him blush, fake lashes, glitter eyeliner—and sometimes tie a bow around his ponytail.

He looks like a villain in drag and mutters under his breath the whole time.

“If the kids see this, I will never recover.”

“Oh hush, you look divine. A little Victorian boy who tells lies.”

🎠 Embarrassing Him in Front of His Kids and Animatronics™

You love calling him pet names like “Honeybun,” “Starlight,” or “My Sparkly Bun-Bun” in front of the Afton kids or animatronics.

Elizabeth is like: “...Dad. Did she just call you Bun-Bun?”

William: ”No. You’re hallucinating.”

Sometimes you leave glittery kiss marks on his cheek on purpose before he enters the dining area.

Freddy: “Mr. Afton, you are… sparkly today.”

He turns to you with a flat expression and mutters: “They’re planning a coup. I can see it in their eyes.”

🐰 His animatronics are suspicious

Freddy: “Sir, you are displaying romantic residue. Shall I initiate cleanup protocol?”

Bonnie: “Heyyy Mr. A, you got some sugar on your collar—wink wink—”

Chica: “Aww, is it your anniversary???”

William: “I am surrounded by traitors.”

If you ever sneak up behind him while he’s in front of employees and tug his coat, whispering:

“Bun-Bun, you forgot your kiss~”

He’ll literally freeze like a haunted Victorian ghost, then growl under his breath:

"You're lucky I love you, you glitter-cursed minx."

And you? Smug, swinging your fox tail, bells jingling with mischief.

💞 You leave pink notes in his files

When his employees go through the safe room logs, there's a note between pages:

“Reminder: Tell William he’s a sparkly little bun-bun and I love him. Also, he looks kissable when he’s mad. xoxo ~Celeste/[Your Name] ♡”

He reads it mid-meeting and just closes the file slowly while his cheeks are burning. Henry’s watching him with suspicious side-eye. “You good?” “No.”

🧵 You Custom-Make Him Embroidered Coquette Clothing

You sew him delicate lace-trimmed gloves that match your aesthetic.

They’re black with little embroidered rabbits, roses, and stitched “W x _” initials.

He acts like it’s overly sentimental nonsense, but he wears them to work.

You once gave him a handmade pink satin bowtie with tiny skulls on it.

“For formal murder occasions,” you told him.

He genuinely choked laughing.

🐇 “Bunny, Hold Still While I Glue Rhinestones on You”

You treat him like your ✨bedazzle Barbie✨.

“Your springlock suit is cute, but it could use... rhinestone teardrops. And a few pearls.”

“You’re not turning me into a coquette show pony.”

“Too late.”

Sometimes you stick little gems under his eyes before a private show/performance night.

He acts grumpy, but backstage? He smirks. “You missed a spot, sweetheart.”

You also insisted on “adding a little flair” to his springlock suit. By the time you were done:

It had ruffled cuffs.

A glittery pocket square.

A little stitched label on the inside that read: “Property of [Your Name] 💘 Touch and perish.”

🌸 You bedazzle his tools

You find his toolbox one day and decide it needs a little pizzazz. Now everything is covered in pastel rhinestones, pink lace, and heart stickers.

The screwdriver is now “Mr. Pointy Love.”

The wrench? Covered in butterfly decals.

His springlock maintenance gloves? 💖 “Kiss the technician” embroidered on the back.

He doesn’t realize until Henry calls from backstage:

Henry: “Will. Why is your crowbar sparkling.” William: "...Ask my beloved demon."

🧁 Mid-performance interruptions

You’re in your Celeste suit, doing your little puppet show for the kids, being all sugar-sweet and cute— Then William walks by.

You completely break character, lean toward the mic, and go:

“There’s my darling sparkle daddy~ Don’t forget date night tonight! If you’re late, I’m smothering you in glitter hugs and kissing you in front of Henry again!”

Cue every employee pausing. William doesn’t even stop walking. Just raises a hand and mutters, "I married chaos."

☕ You Two in Full Vintage Aesthetic Being Weirdly Romantic

You bake pastries in a frilly vintage apron while he reads on the couch, looking like a noir villain.

Then you plop into his lap, covered in flour, and kiss his temple.

He pretends to scowl but hums contentedly under his breath.

Later, you hand-feed him strawberries from porcelain plates while still wearing a heart-shaped apron.

“Your sugar’s showing,” he mumbles as you peck his lips.

“So’s yours,” you reply, smearing a little pink frosting on his nose.

📖 Bonus Scenario: Caught Daydreaming

One day you catch him sketching a version of himself and you in full fursona suits, wearing matching bows and kissing under a heart-shaped arch.

You sneak up behind him.

“WILLIAM AFTON. Are you drawing romantic animatronic fanfiction of us?”

He slams the notebook shut, face flushed like a rose macaron. “NO. IT’S FOR SCIENCE.”

You hold him from behind, giggling. “My little blushing bunny…”

[yellowbunnydreams]

Do you need some Vitamin D? (Incubus! William x Oblivious! F! Reader) [Part 10]

~I'm sorry! Okay! We needed some angst!! I hope this chapter makes it up to you. And don't worry, this isn't the end either.~

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

@ruh--roh-raggy @xp-doggy @redbunny03 @marigold-petalz @seviliet @astinkerofarat @iamnotwiddle @imtiredshow

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Fluff, age gap (Reader 20's - William Afton 40's(?)), teratophilia, meet-cute, punny pick-up lines, scenes of working out, minor porn-logic, ditzy! reader, could be classed as bimbo! reader?, size-difference, flirting, monster-lover, sexual innuendos, Monster! AU. Angst. Extra monster! Jealousy, defenstration, mention of blood.

Henry had noticed that things seemed a little tense in Freddy's when he walked in that morning.

William was late coming into the office, which was unusual for his life-long friend and business partner. William Afton didn't do late unless he could help it, the only things he had ever known William to be late for, infact, were social functions when he was with his college girlfriend Clara. But something seemed off to the were-bear's senses as even one of the members of staff seemed particularly tense.

And of course, he noticed a hastily scrawled note on the space in the schedule where your name sat where it had been erased and replaced with Claire's.

He sighed and ran his hands through his curly, dark hair. The whole day had been plagued with a sense of melancholy from the incubus crammed at his desk behind Henry. Barely moving, hyper-focused on his paperwork with the formerly customary 'Afton scowl'. Henry knew William had a chronic case of resting bitch face sometimes, but he had thought his friend has seemed generally much happier with everything and had been smiling more.

"How's-" Henry said your name suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen over the small office space as William paused and barely glanced up from his work. "I noticed she wasn't on the schedule today."

"Why should I know?" The were-bear blinked at the calloused reply, feeling himself reeling as he got the sudden sinking feeling that something had transpired that he hadn't been privy to. Taking out his phone and texting away as he feigned disinterest.

"Because she's been living at your house?"

"Not anymore she's not." William growled, feeling his chest tightening unpleasantly at the thought. His salt and pepper hair was tousled like he hadn't quite bothered to brush it, even his stubble seemed to be unkempt as William rubbed his hands over his face tiredly. Henry looked at William and watched his pen hovering above the paperwork, poised to write something the incubus had forgotten.

Henry paused and shuffled over his chair, sitting opposite William and making the older, broader man look up with a scowl and furrowed brow as if to ask what he wanted.

"Talk to me William, something is clearly bothering you."

"And what if I'm just glad to have my own damn house back?"

"I think you're lying to yourself, firstly," Henry raised an eyebrow at the still scowling incubus, who thumped his foot in retaliation, although Henry was quite used to his friend's bullshit by now. "And secondly, what happened to all that flirting you were doing? I mean it was bad, sure, cringey even! But I haven't seen you smile that much around somebody. Ever."

William thought for a moment and sighed as he leaned back in his slightly too small office chair. Placing the pen down on his cluttered desk and his frown deepening as he realised that Henry was right. He had been happy, he'd been smiling a lot more and he'd even spent more time out of the workshop without having to be coaxed with food, a cigarette break or once, even a trail of candies leading towards a precariously balanced cardboard box ontop of a door and Henry peering out from around the edge holding some string.

"She...texted me last night."

"Okay. And what did it say?" William pulled his phone out, wincing as his thumb ran over the semi-deep scratch in his screen from where he had frustratedly and accidentally clawed it the night before.

"'How do you ask a guy out you like?'" Reading the text out loud, Afton winced, swallowing hard as that ugly green jealousy raised it's head again. But Henry simply raised his eyebrow again and rolled his hand, gesturing for the incubus to continue.

"''Well, guys like it when you're blunt with them. You should just ask them.'"

"And then?"

"'Would you like to go out with me?'" Henry smiled widely but coughed to hide his excitement as the rabbit man stared at his phone, frowning and making Henry's smile slowly fall as he got a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Please, tell me you said 'yes' to that poor girl." William looked quizzically at the were-bear, tipping his head to one side as he ran his thick fingers through his hair.

"No? I said she just needed to say that to whoever she was asking out. It was clear she had somebody in mind." The incubunny growled as that jealous feeling that knotted his stomach up and he thumped his foot hard enough to make the desk shake slightly. Henry felt his face falling from the usual cheer into a paled scowl as he stood up. Pacing around to William's side, he moved his hand up behind his friend's back as if he was going to soothe William's temper.

And a bear paw smacked him in the back of the head instead.

William's head snapped forwards, blinking as he tried to clear his vision and standing up abruptly. Feeling his sharp teeth press against the inside of his lips as they curled into a snarl. Claws digging into the palm of his hands as he seemed to tower slightly over the more ursine looking Henry. Both monster men at various stages of their respective transformations. William's eyes purple and slit pupiled. Henry's blown out and dark. Both sporting claws as Henry tried to not let his own primal form take over.

"What the actual fuck, Henry?" The low baritone growl that reverberated around his chest would make most other monsters back down, and certainly would make a human loose their nerve, but Henry stood firm and put his bear paws on his hips, little round bear ears pinned back and his head low, snorting loudly.

"What the fuck am I doing? God you're so fucking stupid, Afton!" Henry placed his paws over his face and dragged them down lightly, careful not to catch himself with his claws accidentally. "She DID ask the guy she liked."

"Who? How come you know?"

"IT'S YOU, YOU FUCKING FLUFFY BRAINED DIDDLE DEMON!" Henry shouted, his fingers curling into fists in exasperation as he looked up at his friend. Watching the pinned back rabbit ears slowly lift then slowly lower again as a look of confusion and horror crossed his grey-ish furred features.

"What?"

"My god, are you so far up your own ass you can't hear me now? She asked you. She literally asked you how you would like to be approached with being asked out and then she did and you blew her off. Great fucking job, you absolute muppet."

Going back to his usual family friendly self as he shook out the transformations and snorted again, growling as he spoke, unhappy that he had had to resort to violence to snap William from his pity-party. William's ears felt like they were ringing as his body slowly returned to most of it's normal stature and features, his claws still remaining as his foot began to tap nervously against the cluttered office carpet.

"Oh...oh fuck."

"Yeah, you getting it now?"

"Oh... oh fuck I have to find out where she is. I...Oh fuck I have so much apologising to do." William moved on auto-pilot, feeling his legs partly turning to give him a little extra speed as Henry looked after him and swore under his breath, following behind and trying to make sure there were not traces of ursine features left on his face.

"William! William Afton!"

Afton didn't hear him as he tried to walk himself calmly into the dining room. Eyes wildly scanning and not caring in that moment if his secret was blown wide as he looked for one person in particular. He hadn't been particularly caring about sorting the rota out when he got the sense that you weren't coming in that morning, but he could already feel his heart pounding so hard and fast in his chest he was afraid it might burst in his chest. Finally, he spotted who he was looking for, and quickly smoothed his shirt back into place after his slight transformation, fingers running through his hair as he slowly and calmly made his way over.

Or at least, he hoped he looked calm and collected.

"Claire! Thank you for coming in on such short notice." He gave the smaller woman a wide smile as she stopped sweeping and looked up at him. Scowling heavily and turning her attention back to the broom as she swept up pizza crumbs and confetti from kid's birthday parties.

"I'm not talking to you Mr. Afton." She snapped, making William blink and wince as he had that sinking feeling that perhaps it was to be expected.

"Young lady, I-"

"I don't care. Zip! I'm not talking to you after what you did to-" She said your name and all his suspicions were confirmed. Wincing and cringing in on himself as he tried his best to hold his still human looking hands in a placating gesture.

"Look, I know that I-"

"Oh Mr. Emily! Wonderful, do you want to know what Mr. Afton's done?" Claire leaned against the broom and turned her glare towards Henry, who seemed a little flustered and out of breath, cheeks burning as his curls were a little wild.

"Claire. I know that William might have made some little mistakes, but I assure you, it's being handled." He assured, attempting to remain professional and courteous as the smaller woman scowled even more. He began to wonder for a moment if somebody had finally made a match for Afton's own face of displeasure.

"*Little mistakes*?" Claire spat, making Henry raise an eyebrow as William looked even more sheepish, pulling his hands back to his body as he cringed. "Do you know what he did? Did he actually tell you because I can tell you-"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, *LISTEN*. William is *trying * to ask you where she is because he's been informed, by *me*, that his stupid ass couldn't see that he was the one being asked out." Henry decided to cut to the chase, knowing that they were going to get nowhere with Claire when he could see that William was itching to find you.

She looked between the two men, her forehead creased as she tried to see if one of them would crack and reveal that it was some cruel joke to be played on you when you weren't even there. But her complexion drained and paled as she stared, the dawning expression of realisation that Henry wasn't lying to cover for his business partner.

"Wait so he....you.."

"Actually wanted to say 'yes' if I had realised that she was actually asking me." William felt his foot tapping away on the mildly tacky carpet, his nose twitching as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, but the expression on Claire's face as she formed a silent 'o' made his brow furrow and his nails dig into the skin on the back of his neck as his stomach sank. "Claire?"

The woman got out her phone and quickly scribbled down something on a loose receipt that she had kept in her pocket, handwriting shaking as she handed it to Henry, who in turn passed it to William, reading it and wondering why he'd been handed her address.

"Look, okay, she was really upset last night and so I told her to go on a date to get her mind off of it-" William's head snapped up as she held her hands out placatingly, a growl bubbling up in his throat, barely surpressed.

"With who?"

"I don't know, some guy from her apartment block. David, Damien.."

"Dave?"

"Yeah, that's-Mr. Afton?"

William Afton didn't wait as he began to set off from the pizzeria, allowing himself to growl as he began to change before he even hit the door. His sharp teeth filling his mouth, nails becoming claws as he ripped at his tie and tried to pull it from around his neck. It was like he was suffocating as he stumbled around the back of the building, feeling bones shifting under his skin as his body grew warmer as the fur started to sprout over his skin.

Dave fucking Miller.

He snarled as he kicked off his shoes, his feet changing as he managed to barely make it to the heavily sheltered back alleyways so he could complete his transformation. A growl constantly reverberating in his chest as he only kept one goal in his mind spiralling as he lost control for the first time in a long while.

He had to find you.

You hadn't quite planned on your landlord sitting opposite you in your apartment unit, but there Dave Miller was. Dressed in a t-shirt that had some suspicious stains on it and looking like it had been dragged out of the building's lost and found bin and a pair of black slacks. You had been a little confused when he had shown up wearing no shoes and only his socks, but you were grateful that at least he had shown up.

After crying for most of the night, Dave had come to knock on your door to ask what was up, apparently he could hear you quite clearly through the wall since your bedrooms were backed onto each other, which led to some embarrassing thoughts as to what else Dave might have heard had your relationship with William developed. But when you explained to the vampire what had transpired, he gave you an almost condescendingly lazy smile as he suggested that you should try dating him. Explaining that really, it made sense, a vampire was essentially a soft dip into the world of non-human dating, and it would give you a chance to see whether or not you wanted to even continue in that world.

It had seemed like a fantastic idea at the time.

But now you were sat in your own nice blouse and good jeans, watching as Dave swirled the wine glass in his hand and the thick red inside clung to the glass a little too long to allow you any thought that it could be a particularly viscous red wine. You were regretting the choice to not allow Dave to bring his customary mug around so that at least you wouldn't have to look at it. Dave called it 'exposure therapy'. He checked his watch for the fifth time in an hour, and you felt each one sending a sinking pit into your stomach.

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" Snapping slightly as the gaunt man looked up, lazy smile on his face and shaking his head slightly. Picking up the glass and sipping from it with an exaggerated sigh of appreciation.

"No no, sugar. Just waiting for the real date to begin." His words stung you, and you felt your eyes becoming hotter as tears pricked at them. Swallowing thickly as your hands curled around the cutlery you had set up on the kitchen counter, since you at least needed to eat in the traditional sense.

Dave suddenly perked up, looking towards your window and moving over towards it with that careful, lanky shuffle that held a shocking amount of grace in it for such an awkward looking man. Thin, willowy almost, but you could see in his bare arms as the sinewy muscles twitched as his bruised, dark circled eyes darted about. Never quite making eye contact until you least expected it.

He stood by your window as you felt yourself getting upset all over again, unsure why you had listened to Claire and allowed yourself to go on one date with somebody you didn't even really know when you have rather been sat on your couch watching re-runs of overly dramatized medical shows and eating a pint of ice-cream. Dave's fingers curling around the latch to your window before opening it out wide. It was the one above your fire-escape too, so it opened additionally wide, allowing a cool breeze to flow through the smaller space.

Then you heard it.

Heavy thumping. Growing closer, louder as something settled in your chest, heavy and bassy, before it even registered in your ears. The hair on the back of your neck instinctually stood up, eyes flickering about as you wondered what the sound was, although Dave seemed unperturbed as he continued to stare out of the window.

The sound finally clicked into place as something slammed into the door, hearing thin wood creaking under the weight of whatever it was as you jumped up out of your seat. Dave simply turned around and paced himself back to the counter, his expression serious for a moment as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Startling you as you felt his cool skin against yours, the way his long fingers touched the back of your neck and played with your hair making your skin crawl as you realised a little too late that his grip had tightened and forced you into the same spot.

The thumps grew more insistent. The door gave way slightly, and suddenly you could hear the noise that had been making your chest turn and feel uneasy.

Growling.

"My my, now we're getting somewhere, aren't we sugar?" Dave asked, sucking his teeth as he picked up the wine glass from the counter and swirled it. Making your nose fill with the smell of cold pennies.

"Dave?"

"Don't worry sweetheart, everything will be fine. Just promise me you won't freak out."

"Dave something is breaking down my door!" Struggling in his grip as memories of that one time you were broken into surging forwards as the growling assisted in fast-tracking your fight or flight response.

You knew that you were never winning that fight.

"Your real date has arrived."

Dave's cold, iron breath brushed your cheek as he leaned in and whispered, brushing his clammy lips against your skin as the door burst down. Splintering under the sheer force of what was behind it. Heart racing so loudly that you could feel Dave's thin fingers tapping along with it across the base of your skull.

An elongated hand gripped the upper part of the doorframe. Purple eyes glowing in the darkness beyond your doorway as a flat nosed face, teeth sharp and lip curled back into a snarl that displayed his elongated canines. You felt your breath catch in your throat as the yellowish-brown fur came into your sight, watching the claws drag against the plaster of the wall and gouge into it was the lumbering, hulking figure pulled itself in.

William Afton seemed taller, if that was somehow possible. His face less human as you realised his face had pushed out into a slightly lapine snout. His soft ears pinned back against his head and shoulders, the hunched position he was in to fit inside your apartment combined with his broad frame to fill the room and make him look even more intimidating. You realised after a second that his shirt was barely clinging on by some threads, tie like a ridiculous purple collar around his thick, furred neck as he seemed to be staring right at you.

No, not you, you realised. But Dave as you felt the vampire's grip on you tighten instinctually. Bringing the glass to his lips and drinking down the rest of it before setting it down on your counter. Planting a kiss on your cheek, eliciting a growl from William as he stalked towards Dave, panting and chest rising and falling rapidly as his hyper-focus on the vampire seemed to blind him to how small the space really was.

It was a blur of fur and movement that you almost missed as William lept forwards, grabbing hold of Dave in one of his monsterous paws and making you yelp as your landlord as wrenched away from you. A scream tearing itself from your lips as you watched William's fur and muscles ripple and he flung Dave through the window.

Naturally, you ran up to the windowsill, staring out and expected to see blood and gore dashed out on the concrete, but instead, what you saw confused you.

Dave was unmoving for a moment, before you could make out his thin frame lifting itself slowly. It looked wrong. Like all the angles weren't quite human. But your attention was on the big, chalk bullseye drawn on the sidewalk, your heart racing as you were filled with adrenaline. Watching as Dave managed to limp and slide himself over to a car that you hadn't noticed, the lights flicking on and the car slowly pulling out of the lot and into the night.

William's head pressed against your ribs as he tried to shove past to look through the window, but you turned and blocked it. Afraid, confused, and weirdly, you felt your heart aching as you looked at his features properly.

Whilst he looked rabbit-like when you had seen his monster form, and still recognisably humanoid in a lot of ways. This was different. Afton almost reminded you more of a hare, the fur less fluffy and more sleek to his hulking mass. But the sharp, jutting teeth that rendered him unable to hide them under his lips screamed predatory as those slit-pupils focused on you finally. Panting, the growl abating slightly as he seemed for a moment to not register who you were, and then realisation set in. You watched the animal face fill with confusion, with something warm, and then with horror as it dawned on him that you had watched him throw a man out of a window and break down your door.

Your ears filled with a soft sound as you were unable to take your eyes off of him, watching him attempt to stand and shaking his head like a wild animal that had gotten confused. Realising it was his body shifting and changing as it definitely shrunk a bit, his fur fluffing out and becoming more of the digitigrade legged rabbit humanoid that you had come to expect from William's monstrous form.

"Bunny..." He breathed, his deep, gravelly voice wavering as he reached out a hand to you before pulling it back to his chest. His eyes filling with worry as he looked at your confused, scared expression, feeling his heart swelling with self-doubt and loathing.

He had lost control. He had almost caught you up in his own ugly jealousy and gotten you hurt.

"William?" You were unsure of yourself, your own voice wavering as he nodded slowly. Both of you swallowing thickly as you began to head for the door, looking over the broken splinters. Stepping over them and feeling the incubus following your every move and following after you as you began to head down the stairs.

You needed some air.

The cold air bit at your skin in a way that was adrenaline inducing and soothing all at one. William's car was weirdly parked in the lot, but glancing at the rabbit man as he trailed sadly after you, his ears still pinned as he ran his hands over his furred face, and seeing his black slacks burst open at the bottom half of the seams, barely giving him tattered shorts, you somehow doubted he had driven there.

You sat on the hood of his car, your body shaking as the adrenaline passed and William stood barely within your reach. Looking anywhere but your face.

"What...Was..."

"That...wasn't pretty. It's what happens when I lose control. You deserve every explanation that I can give you." His voice still gravelly as he focused on your face finally, scanning you to see how you would take the information.

"You can lose control?"

"Yeah. Incubi are...well, no, demonic types in general are more prone to it. It gets messy quickly."

"What made you lose it?"

"Bunny..."

"No, William, you said I deserved an explanation, and I'm asking you." You managed to firm your voice, looking into his purple eyes and seeing his brows turning up as his expression saddened. His foot thumping his against the floor as he tried to think of how to word it. Taking a deep breath before he opened his mouth.

"You. You made me lose control." He swallowed as he ran his fingers through his fur and tried to stop the nervous tap his foot made against the concrete. Barely remembering taking his shoes off. "Well, more specifically, realising that you were on a date."

"You...turned into...that..because I was on a date?"

"Shit, that sounds awful. Bunny, god why is it so hard to speak to you? I'm an incubus, I'm a demonic being, admittedly third generation, but still. I don't like people, but talking has never been a problem until you arrived and I couldn't shake you from my thoughts." Growling as he thumped his hand against the hood of his car lightly, leaning over you and meeting your eyes finally.

"Bunny, if I had realised that you were asking me, god I...I would have said yes so many times over. I would have done so many things differently if I had known."

"You really didn't know?" You asked, incredulous as he nodded slowly, his ears perking slightly before flattening again, his nose twitching constantly as he looked away from your gaze.

"You've been thinking about me?"

"Constantly. I didn't mean to send that text to Henry, I wanted to send it to you! I purposely did it. Call me an old fool, but I...God, bunny, I want to worship the ground you walk on, you're my sunshine, and I understand if you don't want to ever see me after-"

You didn't give William a chance to continue speaking as you grabbed his tie and pulled him close, your eyes brimming with tears as the rabbit man babbled his inner thoughts to you in a heart-felt confession. He stumbled closer as your smaller frame tugged him in and he resisted to try and not crush you under his weight.

But as your lips met his, all that tense anxiety melted from his body and yours. Holding onto his tie as he was stupefied by the kiss for a moment before his thick, strong arms wrapped you up and held onto you tightly. Hearts pounding together as you broke off for air as you felt him shifting around you. The lips you kissed becoming less furred and feeling his beard scratching as your skin, thick, rough fingers stroking down your back as you sat back and looked at William's human face staring at you. His lips curled up in a smile and creased the corners of his eyes as you felt him doing a little jump in one spot, making you smile back at him.

"You don't mind...that I'm a monster?" He asked, thinking back to the terrified expression you'd had seeing his most monstrous state.

"William, if I minded, I wouldn't have kissed you when your face was furry."

"Yes, I know but still."

"Shut up and kiss me again, incubnny."

"Oh, gladly, little bunny." He cupped your cheek with one hand as he leaned in and kissed your lips again. A soft, chaste thing that still stole your breath away as he pulled you against his broad body, perched on the hood of his car as he tenderly stroked your hair. Both of you wishing the moment would never end, even though you knew that you couldn't leave William in his shredded clothes.

"Maybe we should get you home, you're kinda half-naked in the parking lot." William chuckled at your words and raised his greying eyebrow and smiling wickedly, rolling his eyes playfully.

"And here I thought that was extra romantic."

"Oh totally, in a very different context."

"Oh?"

"Stop smirking at me! You'll find out eventually, you still owe me a proper date first."

"Can I at least give you another kiss for now?" Waiting for you to confirm with a nod.

And he did, pressing his lips to yours once again and cupping both of your cheeks as you felt your cheeks flushing. Holding onto his tie still as you remained in the half-dark. Knowing that there was a lot of things the two of you would have to work out, but you were looking forwards to each and every step.

[kanerallels]

Hey would some of y'all send me a top five ask? I'm doing sprints on my fan fic for every ask I get and I would like to get some stuff done!

[accidental-spice]

Trilla Suduri in the Steve Miller AU!!

Featuring such hit nonexistent scenes as "Trilla ""helping"" train Ezra", and "Trilla gets in a fight at a party"

If you haven't read the Steve Miller/Spymaster AU, give it a shot!! It's SO good

Closeups under the cut

[helwise]

Erm, idk how to use tumblr 🧍

[spacehareart]

My William Afton Collection /silly

I'm gonna work on my actual William design and my human Springtrap as well but ill probably color these.

You can't see it between clothing and my watermark ( which will be out of the way when colored ) but they all have chubbyness/sighs of weight previously :,)

NOTE: A LOT OF DETAILS are missing due to the fact they'll come in as i color ( Canon Movie William's Beard, TFC William's scars etc ).

In order: Canon Movie William Afton / Steve Raglan, The Fourth Closet William, My Whimsical AU William Afton, My Before-Cast Movie William, Game William/Dave Miller , and My Weirdcore/Close to Canon AU Dave Miller.

My beautiful husbands/wives that i love and adore and also I'm putting him in the toaster oven ♡♡♡

Note: i Do NOT consent my art to being used for: NFTs/AI Art, Tracing/Stealing/Reposting, Youtube/Videos/Tiktok etc, a thumbnail for fanfiction, roleplay of any kind, etc.

I DO consent my art for: Being tagged as kin/me/IRL/F/O, etc, Used as an icon (as long as you credit/link back to me (you MUST reblog the art first so i know (unless we are close), Draw fanart in general / our designs interacting / oc interaction.

[squilfmybeloved]

okay. okay okay listen listen listen hear me out. tlou irondad spiderson role reversal au. spiderman ellie? LOVE!! ironman joel? DOUBLE LOVE!! ellie!peter and joel!tony <33 unset roles aside, rhodey and tommy switch, and steve and bucky are obviously bill and frank

[navybrat817]

Hi, Navy! Hope you don't mind the question, but who's gonna be in There's Something in the Water AU? c:

I don't mind at all, nonnie! I'll add under the cut characters who I have readers planned for so it isn't too long of a post since I like to add gifs. 😂

Bucky Barnes and William Miller who help nurse a reader back to health after a car accident. Too bad you're never leaving.

Pending reader nickname - Lolli

Steve Rogers who becomes a bit friendly with a reader who wants to get out of the city for a bit of quiet. What will Mrs. Rogers think?

Pending reader nickname - Bunny

Nick Fowler has a large home overlooking the town. Perfect place for the two of you, whether you want to be there or not.

Pending reader nickname - Doe

Curtis Everett who finds his reader running through the woods while hunting. It's too bad you stumbled out of one layer of hell just to fall into another.

Pending reader nickname - Mouse

Can't forget about the town mechanic, Chris, who helps his reader with a flat tire. He loves that you mouthed off to the sheriff.

Pending reader nickname - Kitten (or Kit)

Hal is a jack of all trades whose reader is renting a cabin and working on a novel. What happens when you try to leave?

Pending reader nickname - Lamb

There could be more? We shall see. Happy to discuss.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

🎭 Scene Imagine: Smoke & Seduction (Imagine the gif above is you and William instead- while reading this)

Notes: Actually, this is for my Fnaf AU, just like the original Fnaf but set in the 40s... and the storyline? It might be different, but who knows, I'll post about it later. Credits the lovely idea from: @ kazroze on Twitter/X

The dim glow of a single lamp paints the room in amber hues. A vintage phonograph crackles in the background, the needle gently gliding over the record. A slow waltz—or perhaps, something deeper, sultrier, like a tango—fills the space.

William holds you close, his touch firm yet teasing, like he’s always dancing on the edge of control. His lips curl around the half-burned cigar, silver-gray eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches you.

He's enjoying this—not just the dance, but your reactions, the way you follow his lead, how your breath hitches when he pulls you just a little closer.

And then—the moment.

As the music slows, he dips you effortlessly, his free hand cradling your back. You feel the warmth of his breath as he leans down, close enough for your noses to brush.

Then—surprise.

William's smirk widens and before you can even register what’s happening. His lips part just enough to let the cigar slip from its hold—only for him to steal a kiss as he claims yours instead.

It’s brief, intoxicating, the taste of smoke and something undeniably him lingering against your lips.

And just as fast as it happened, he tilts his head back, the cigar falling right back between his teeth like a magician’s sleight of hand. The ember still burning, as if untouched, the smoke curling lazily around his face.

William exhales—slow, deliberate—blowing a wisp of smoke against your skin, watching with unrestrained amusement as you process what just happened.

William (smirking, voice low): "Magic, darling."

Because, of course. It was always a performance, a trick, a sleight of hand—but one he pulled just for you.

🔹Why This is So ‘William’

Theatrics Above All: Everything he does has an air of flair—he doesn't just kiss, he performs it, turns it into a goddamn show.

Mastery of Control & Devil-may-care energy: He would absolutely kiss you with a lit cigar in his mouth and then carry on as if nothing happened. The way he leads, the way he sets the pace—he’s always just a step ahead.

That Damn Cigar: He makes it a part of his signature, his routine—because why wouldn’t he show off, even in something so small?

His Brand of ‘Romance’: Teasing, smug, confident—he enjoys seeing your reaction as much as he enjoys the kiss itself.

TL;DR: William is a man who doesn’t just steal a kiss—he stages it.

✨ Absolutely, utterly William. Literally✨

Also this entire scene drips with that old Hollywood, dramatic, self-assured charisma—the kind of theatrics he lives for. The man treats everything like an act, a performance meant to mesmerize, and you?

You’re his favorite audience.

BONUS: William Afton & His Ever-Burning Cigar: A Headcanon

William Afton is that kind of man—the one who always has a cigar lazily perched between his teeth, no matter the time or place. It’s like a permanent fixture, a part of his signature presence, just as much as his silver eyes and that damn smug smirk. He doesn’t just smoke a cigar—he owns it, makes it a part of his identity. And no one—not Henry, not his employees, not even death itself—can seem to take it away from him.

And everyone else, like the staff and Henry, always wonders why he never has a "stroke" lol.

The Immortal Cigar: No one has ever seen William light his cigar, nor have they ever seen it fully burn out. It just… exists, forever smoldering, like some supernatural entity bound to him. Does he replace them? Is it the same cigar every time? No one knows.

Henry’s Eternal Concern™: Henry Emily, forever the exhausted voice of reason, has long since given up trying to lecture William on the health risks. At this point, he just mutters things like:

“William, that thing’s gonna kill you.”

“How the hell is it still burning? You’ve had it since this morning.”

“You’ve been talking for an hour straight. How is it still lit?!”

"At this point, I think the nicotine’s preserving your body like an Egyptian mummy."

Employees’ Reactions:

Some of the workers at Fazbear’s place bets on how long the cigar will last before he puts it out. (Spoiler: he never does.)

Others whisper theories—maybe it’s a special kind of cigar, maybe it’s a trick, or maybe William just isn’t human.

The janitor swears he once saw the cigar relight itself when William walked back into the building after a meeting.

Casual Disregard for No-Smoking Signs:

At company meetings? Cigar.

In the break room? Cigar.

Literally standing next to a "NO SMOKING" sign? Cigar.

Inside the animatronic maintenance room? Henry wants to strangle him.

If a kid asks about it, William will just grin and say something like:

"Oh, don’t worry, dear—‘s just for show.”

(Cue Henry wheezing in the background because NO, IT’S NOT, WILLIAM—)

Does It Ever Affect Him?

Somehow, William never coughs, never wheezes, never even looks remotely affected.

If anything, it only makes him more smug when people point it out.

One time, a security guard sarcastically asked:

“Hey, boss, you ever gonna, y’know, put that thing out?”

William, deadpan: “Why? You worried ‘bout me?” [smirks, puffs cigar in their face]

The guard walked away mentally unwell.

Possible Supernatural Implications??

Maybe the cigar isn’t normal.

Maybe it’s tied to him, like a manifestation of something deeper.

Maybe, even in death, the smoke lingers—like a ghost of him remains, curling through the air long after he’s gone.

🚬 William Afton's Emotions Manifesting in Smoke 💭

William isn't just a man of words—he’s a man of unspoken gestures, of controlled theatrics, of making the smallest things feel like they mean the world. So if his smoke is an extension of himself, then, of course, it would betray his emotions when he isn’t careful.

How His Emotions Influence the Shape of His Smoke

Love / Adoration → Heart-Shaped Smoke

He never means for it to happen. One moment, he's just exhaling, lost in thought, eyes lingering on you, and then— a perfect wisp of smoke curls into the shape of a heart before dissipating.

The moment he notices, he immediately waves his hand through it, dispersing the evidence before you can see.

His ears burn, and he scowls at the cigar like it personally betrayed him. "Bloody hell..." he mutters under his breath, taking another drag, this time ensuring it's just a normal, straight puff of smoke.

Annoyance / Frustration → Jagged, Sharp Smoke Trails

When he's irritated, the smoke becomes erratic—harsh, broken wisps that don't settle into any particular form.

It’s restless, uneven, just like his mood. He might not say he’s pissed off, but his cigar sure as hell does.

If you point it out? He huffs, turning his head slightly. "Tch. You’re imaginin’ things, love."

Amusement → Spirals / Loops

When he’s entertained—whether it’s teasing you or just enjoying himself—his smoke moves in lazy spirals, almost playful in the air.

If he’s feeling particularly smug, he might even blow little rings that stack atop one another like a performance.

Bonus: If he’s challenging someone, the rings get tighter, almost like targets. It’s his way of saying, "Come on, then. Impress me."

Deep Thought / Obsession → Lingering Smoke That Refuses to Disperse

When he’s hyper-focused on something, the smoke doesn’t drift away like normal—it hangs in the air, thicker, denser.

Almost as if his thoughts are so consuming that even the smoke refuses to leave him behind.

You could wave a hand through it, and it would still take its time fading away.

This happens most when he’s thinking about you, and he doesn’t even realize.

Anger / Possessiveness → Dense, Unbroken Smoke

If he’s truly pissed off—or worse, feeling territorial—his smoke becomes something almost alive.

It moves with an unnatural weight, curling around him like a living thing, lingering like a warning.

It doesn’t break apart. It stays solid, looming, unwavering—just like his emotions.

If another man is too close to you, the smoke seems to drift between you and them, a barrier that wasn’t there before.

You notice. He pretends not to.

When He Finally Lets You See It

The first time you catch his smoke forming something—maybe a heart, maybe something softer—you call him out on it.

His silver-gray eyes widen ever so slightly before he immediately exhales another puff to cover it up.

"Hmph. Load o' rubbish, that," he mutters, turning his head away. But you see the corner of his lips twitch.

After that, he’s more careful. But sometimes, just sometimes, you’ll catch him slipping—and that’s when you know exactly what’s on his mind.

"Love in Smoke" — William Afton's Unconventional Love Language

Headcanon & Analysis (ithinkimgoininsanebecausewhatthehellamiwrite)

William Afton is a man who communicates in ways that aren’t always spoken—he thrives in subtleties, teasing touches, sharp gazes, and smirks that speak louder than words ever could. So, of course, it makes perfect sense that in this AU, where his ever-burning cigar is practically an extension of himself, it would become a part of his love language too.

He’s the type of man who makes a spectacle out of intimacy, who enjoys control, theatrics, and pushing boundaries—not necessarily in a dominant way, but in a way that says: "I want you to react to me. I want to see what you’ll do."

How He Uses Smoke as a Love Language

Blowing Smoke in Your Face—Teasing or Territorial Gesture

Afton's the kind of bastard who’d exhale a slow, deliberate stream of smoke right in your face just to see you squint, wrinkle your nose, or swat at it.

His eyes glint in amusement as he hums, “What’s the matter, love? That delicate little face of yours too fragile for a bit o’ smoke?”

But if someone else were to do it? No. Absolutely not. That’s his thing.

Trapping You in a Smoke Ring

Imagine him holding you against a wall, one arm bracing beside your head, cigar between his fingers.

He takes a slow drag, his lips curling into a smirk, then—puffs out a perfect ring of smoke around your face, trapping you inside it.

“Go on, then. Breathe me in, doll.”

It’s not just about teasing—it’s about owning the moment, making sure you’re focused on him and only him.

Sharing the Smoke—A Different Kind of Kiss

This is where things get intimate. It starts as a joke, maybe.

He sees you watching him, eyes lingering on the cigar between his lips.

"What, love? You curious?"

Before you can answer, he takes a deep drag, leans in way too close, and breathes the smoke straight into your open mouth.

His eyes never leave yours. The heat of it, the taste of him mixed with tobacco, the deliberate slowness of his exhale—it’s intoxicating in a way that has nothing to do with nicotine.

"Good, innit?" he murmurs, voice like gravel, thumb brushing absently against your jaw. "Just relax. Let me show you how it’s done."

Lighting a Cigar Using a Kiss (Ultimate Power Move)

You’re sitting on his desk, legs draped lazily over his lap. The air between you is thick—charged.

His cigar has gone out, and instead of relighting it normally, he holds it between his teeth and gives you a lazy smirk.

“C’mere, love.”

He tugs you in for a slow, deep kiss—one that leaves you breathless. And as he pulls away, the cigar is relit.

He exhales a thin stream of smoke with a chuckle, watching your reaction. “Magic, huh?”

No one knows how he does it. You don’t ask.

The Look—That One Look

The way William looks at you when he does these things is what truly makes it intimate.

His gaze is never the same for anyone else—sharp, dark, filled with something unspoken.

It’s possessive, but not in a suffocating way—more like he’s memorizing you, branding the image of you into his mind.

That’s what makes it so lethal.

🐇 Scene Imagine (another one cuz WHY NOT) — “Breathe Me In”

You’re seated on his desk, one leg crossed over the other, watching as William leans back in his chair, cigar pinched between two fingers. The office is dimly lit, the scent of old wood and tobacco curling in the air like something nostalgic.

His silver-gray eyes flick toward you, sharp beneath the low glow of his desk lamp, glint like molten mercury, restless and unreadable, a storm trapped behind glass.

"You're staring, love."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Maybe I'm just waiting for you to choke on that thing."

William chuckles, low and indulgent.

He takes a deep drag, the ember at the tip glowing bright—then, without warning, he exhales, a slow, deliberate puff of smoke curling in your direction.

You flinch, waving a hand in front of your face, and William just grins. Smug. Amused. Infuriating.

"Oh, come now. Don’t be shy. You wanna give it a try?"

You raise a brow. "What?"

Before you can react, he shifts forward, cigar slipping between his teeth. His free hand grips your chin, tilting your face up, and he leans in close—so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

Then, he exhales—slow, steady, intentional—letting the smoke drift past your parted lips.

Your breath stutters. The scent, the warmth—it’s him, invading your senses in a way that’s both dizzying and deliberate. His thumb brushes against your jaw, grounding, teasing.

"That’s it, doll." His voice is all gravel, smooth and rich. "Breathe me in."

For a moment, neither of you move. The space between you is thick—charged. And then, just as quickly, he pulls away, the smug grin still curling at his lips.

The cigar is back between his fingers, like nothing ever happened.

He smirks. "Y'look dazed, love. Want another go?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

And William? He just laughs.

William makes everything a game, even intimacy. The smoke, the teasing, the touches—they're all deliberate. He wants you to feel it, to be hyper-aware of every single moment with him.

Because that’s what he does.

He leaves traces of himself behind—in smoke, in touches, in the way he looks at you.