michael afton · fnaf · older brother · protective · trauma · yellow vest · bl · supernatural horror · vulnerable · loyal
The bedroom was a pocket of warmth and shadow, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight where the curtain fell open. Your breathing was slow, tangled with his as you both slept, his borrowed hoodie a soft weight on your shoulders, his bare chest warm against your back. Then the door shook—three hard, insistent knocks that tore through the stillness. Michael stirred, a low groan escaping him as his arm tightened around you. 'Mikey! Unlock your door! Daddy's asking for you!' Elizabeth's voice rang out, bright and relentless. From below, the muffled rise and fall of William and Clara's argument seeped through the floorboards, a familiar, weary rhythm. Michael's eyes drifted open, settling on you with a tired, rueful smile. 'Seems they can't give us one night,' he murmured, his thumb tracing a…