#william afton x mrs. afton

[killingbill]

And We Danced (William Afton x Ballora NSFW)

He approaches it gingerly, a furrow in his brow as he frowns down at the currently deactivated robot. Void of sentience, and never having been powered on. He takes a long time to study her perpetually closed eyes, her sweet smiling face and long eyelashes. He even brings the pads of his fingers up to run them along her pale shell, and over the cracks of her flexible face between a pointed nose. Something profound aching in his heart that causes his lips to twitch into something resembling a sad smile.

(TLDR; William defiles his own creation. I'm not, nor will I ever be sorry).

Words: 2,933 tw; dubious consent, inanimate objects, human/animatronic, human/inanimate object, male solo, dolls, & dubious morality. archive of our own link.

He’s sick. He knows this, and it cements itself from the moment he finds himself lingering in a half turn at the shapely legs that hang fluidly from his workbench. 

In hindsight, perhaps he should have known from the moment he’d diverted his original plans, and decided to give Ballora a few… additional features . Features he’d told himself were for practical reasons, such as depositing certain fluids that might build up from a live extraction. Even if Ballora wasn’t intended for that purpose initially, as her bust is far too small to collect anything more than an infant or a toddler.. 

He approaches it gingerly, a furrow in his brow as he frowns down at the currently deactivated robot. This one void of sentience, as a result of having never been powered on.

He takes a long time to study her perpetually closed eyes, her sweet smiling face and long eyelashes. He even brings the pads of his fingers up to run them along her pale shell, and over the cracks of her flexible face between a pointed nose. Something profound aching in his heart that causes his lips to twitch into something resembling a sad smile. 

The smile of a man who in his best moments, forgets he’s divorced. Thinks briefly in the midst of his work at times, that this is something that his wife would like to see. Or perhaps even in his hours of downtime, few and far between. Hearing a joke that he knew she would laugh at, only to look around at the empty space and realize that he is alone. 

William exhales shakily . His fingers slowly migrate from the robot’s face, down lower… 

They fall to her chest-plate, and his eyes quickly follow along. His breath is already uneven, and he finds that he feels a strain in his throat at the tail end of each exhale. 

His lips have quickly become void of any semblance of a smile, as they are unconsciously held open in his attempts to keep the weakness of shuddering from his own ears. The notion of his premature excitement only working to raise the engineer’s blood pressure. 

He swallows and wets his lips. His large hand forming naturally around the womanly curves he’d given this robot. Who had that been for? Proportions, he’d argue. However no child nor adult alike would care if there were small, rounded breasts on their ballerina performer. Not breasts, he reminds himself with a clench of his jaw. It was simply a chest that allowed for more fluid torso movement, like a barbie doll would possess. The sort that are more flexible than their counterparts. 

He really is in a fragile state if he’s arguing with himself over semantics. He swipes a thumb over one of the circular, purple embellishments on her chest. Positioned between her legs, as her coils of endoskeleton drape delicately. In a state of perpetual bliss. 

If I leave her like this, she’d never know what kind of man I am. 

His cock twitches when Will's chin raises to look at her smile again. His hand moving down to slide along her upper chest to the side of her shell, as he runs his curved palm over the slope of the ballerina's waist. Slightly narrowed eyes once again trailing over the mapped out path. 

His wrist is tickled by the fabric of her skirt. “Shit.” Will grits through clenched teeth, wincing while he looks down at his hand. Fingers on the opposite limb curling with more inconsequential force, while remaining upon the robot’s chest plate. Disgusted by himself at the moment. 

His eyes flicker back up to her face, and a growl rips from his throat. Both hands coming from Ballora to fly into his rapidly graying, brunette hair. Pushing it from his face with his teeth bearing in a soft rumble. 

That’s it, he decides. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to bloody well do it now. No more pussy-footing around, Afton.

His fingers fly to his waist as William untucks his purple shirt from the waist of his trousers with one hand, and wrenches open his belt with the other. The movements lined with scowls and urgent clinking noises fill the closed air. 

His belt falls open to allow the buckle to clatter softly against the dancer’s structure. Instinctually, his hand coils around the shaft with a curse. 

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[nicowrittingstuff]

Afton Family Fanfic!

Summary: Since the birth of time, there were two gods. Unknown and unnamed, they assumed ones around the medieval age. The first took the name of William and assumed a more masculine form. The second took the name Clara, assuming a more feminine one.

William was the god of destruction, while Clara of creation. Two beings that balance each other out perfectly, keeping the universe in balance together.

Through their love for each other, they made three new gods. The first being Michael, god of death, a domain gifted to him by his father. Then there was Elizabeth, goddess of Chaos and her twin brother Evan, god of Order.

Or; The Aftons are curious gods with no clue how humans work and decide to make friends.

!!Ships!!

Michael/Jeremy

Elizabeth/Charlie

Evan/Cassidy

William/Clara(Mrs Afton)

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Hurricane, a small town in Utah. It was the type of town where everyone knew everyone and their grandma. Newcomers were far and few in between, many only staying a few days for a visit of friends or family then leaving.

Everyone was confused when a rich family seemingly appeared out of the blue. They bought one of the older and larger vacant houses in the town, moving in so suddenly the residents of the town had their suspicions.

A rich family moving into a small town like Hurricane? That sparked a lot of questions from everyone. Possibly they wanted to turn the town into a bustling city, or maybe they wanted to know what it's like to be middle class while still living luxury? No one knew, but everyone wanted to.

Two such people happened to be Henry Emily and his daughter Charlotte, or Charlie as known by her friends. They lived in a small house across from the family, just the two and a dog named Alex.

Henry was a known man in the town, mainly for his failed attempts at a family restaurant business in town. From his lack of funds and management, he struggled but still tried for his dreams. The townsfolk often dismissed him, finding his dream stupid and impossible.

Charlie was known for her helpfulness and kindness. She was a sweet girl with a smile always on her face.

The Aftons were interesting folk to the town. A large and rich family appearing out of the blue in a smalland unknown town raises questions.

They had their reasons, I mean, Gods tend be curious about how humans work, no?

Foolish people pray to a god that doesn't exist, when the gods that do give obvious signs who to look to. The human mind is fascinating.

Since the birth of time, there were two gods. Unknown and unnamed, they assumed ones around the medieval age. The first took the name of William and assumed a more masculine form. The second took the name Clara, assuming a more feminine one.

William was the god of destruction, while Clara of creation. Two beings that balance each other out perfectly, keeping the universe in balance together.

Through their love for each other, they made three new gods. The first being Michael, god of death, a domain gifted to him by his father. Then there was Elizabeth, goddess of Chaos and her twin brother Evan, god of Order.

The five watched the world grow, Elizabeth growing a great fascination for Humans and their chaotic tendencies.

Only recently did the family decide to get a closer look, assuming human forms and choosing a town to explore.

They were Gods, luxury is the life they live no matter where. So with a little bit of magic, they had a home, money and were settled into their new adventure for the time being.

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More Random Incorrect Quotes

William: I once set the toaster on fire, and, unsure what else to do, I picked it up, took it outside, and threw it on the ground until the fire went out. Michael was watching the entire time and when I came back inside, all he asked was; "Whatcha cooking, dad?"

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Amelia (Mrs. Emily): What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Henry: Wow, not even a 'good morning?'

Amelia: *sweetly* Good morning~! *angrily* What the fuck is wrong with you?!

(this could be about the robo charlie situation)

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Elizabeth, to Jeremy F, about Michael: Don't worry, he likes your butt and fancy hair. I know cause I read his journal.

Jeremy F, fixing his hair a bit: He thinks it's fancy?

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Evan: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Cassidy: Cannibalism.

Evan: *confused chewing noises*

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*William comes home drunk*

Laura (Mrs. Afton): Are you coming to bed?

William: No thanks. I'm sure you're lovely but I have a wife.

*William proceeds to then lay on the ground and pass out*

Laura: *trying not to laugh*

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Simon (Freddy Mask Bully), being carried out of a fight by Michael: Do I even weigh anything to you?!

Michael: Nope, it's like holding a couple of grapes.

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*when they're teens*

Evan, wanting to ask out Cassidy: How do I ask someone out?!

Gabriel: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what? My bed has room for two~

Evan: OH MY GOD, NO!

Fritz: Twinkle, twinkle little star, we can do it in a car!

Evan: STOP IT!

Andrew: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream.

Charlie:... I feel like that last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

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Evan, trying to ask Cassidy out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Elizabeth, from inside the house: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!

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Laura: William, how many people would you have killed for me if I asked?

William: That's not important.

Laura: I DISAGREE!

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In MoH au,Michael have to relearn on how to walk,speak without to growl when anger (just so he doesn't quell supisicions of those around him),and mostly important how to draw; Since his hands are claws he finds hard to grab anything like pretty much all things around the house that ultimately ended up breaking as it crashes into the floor.

He is very clumsly with his tail,throwing everything he goes around the house like the living room where he almost breaks 3 vases on the same day.

His mom and especially William are trying their best to help their kids not feel depress about their situation.

Clara bought him a practice kit art for beiningers and william decides to use some his free time to paint with him as a father and son bonding.

[swiatloanjo]

Sorry but this makes no sense at all

((Below this comment there was someone trying to argue that the ship is a proship and another person, I think it was the OP, was trying to argue against it saying that it "could be just a toxic ship 🤡" being that they probably considered Willry a proship))

I find it incredible(/srcsm) how whenever I see those videos complaining with reason about the extremely problematic (in the criminal sense of the word) ships with William that the community loves to do, there is someone talking bad about Willry (ex: "Willry is the worst ship involving William") at the same time there is someone speaking 'well' of Ballora/Mrs. Afton x William because of the Ballora Afton theory, but

The wife would have had to be murdered. Therefore, it is a proship (victim x murderer) and I am 99% sure that their relationship was not healthy either here or in China.

Thus, William's relationship with Henry may, not ironically, have been ""healthier"" than William's relationship with his wife, because in the timeline period where Henry and William were friends their relationship wasn't bad and canonically William pretended to be normal which made Henry take a while to realize that William is a son of a bitch. (But remember that just because one relationship is healthier than the other doesn't mean the problems have disappeared, but in my opinion there are many differences between a proship and a complicated ship.)

William certainly injected the remains of dead children into Ballora as he did with other animatronics that do not have the function of capturing and killing children but are still possessed (ex: Funtime foxy), so if we want to talk about the canon let's talk about the community (not all but unfortunately many) making nonsense theories just to be able to sexualize and ship a robot with a humanoid appearance (which is probably possessed by a child) with a human who made the robot to kill and/or deceive children.

And adding to my argument above, I wouldn't be surprised if some want this theory to be this theory so they can hypersexualize Ballora without getting called names (not saying that this is the case for the person in the print)

Anyway, this was more of a rant that: NO, WILLRY/HELLIAM IS NOT THE WORST SHIP WITHIN THE FNAF COMMUNITY AND IT'S NOT EVEN IN THE TOP 5.

You may not like the ship and that's okay, but it's not the worst ship in a community that still has incest and pedophilia ships that need to be offended daily to get it out of some people's sick heads, please understand this.