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lightofthemoonglow · 4 years

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i'll be your lover, i'll be forever

The grand finale to my (maybe first of several) multi-part Bo fic that began with ‘well, if you carry on this way’ and continued with ‘i’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks’, ‘you let me complicate you’ and ‘‘cause inside you’re ugly, you’re ugly like me’

There are two little fics in here actually. First is the official epilogue and the second is an angsty alternate/non-offical ending that I wrote while in a dark place a short while back. Have fun reading! Holy shit, I finally finished a series!!

“I left you money on the counter, but you don't have the right size.”

Bo rolled his eyes at the guy’s excuse, not trusting him as far as he could throw him. “Let me check in the back,” he said, jerking his thumb in the general direction of the back room. The couple both nodded and Bo headed towards the back room. He heard the girl say something about the others going to some game just as he caught sight of the box of fifteen-inch fan belts. That could be a problem, if their friends had indeed left.

Out in the main area of the shop, Carly and Wade were starting to get a little antsy. Bo was starting to take a little too long, as least for their liking. So, when the door to the shop opened up again, both of them nearly jumped out of their skins.

“Hey, hey, calm down folks.” You held up your free hand and took a step back, holding the child on your hip a little closer. They noted that you looked to be a few years older than they were and that your little girl was about a year and a half old, with vaguely familiar blue eyes and hair nearly identical to yours. Your floral dress seemed to purposefully emphasize that you were going to have another one, your condition rather noticeable.

“Who are you?” A reasonable question, but the tone it was asked in made it seem room.

“My wife,” Bo said as he returned from the back room, fan belt in hand.

“Your wife?” Carly looked back and forth and you nodded, forcing back a cat ate the canary smile.

“Name’s Daisy.” You didn’t offer either of them your hand for a shake. The alias was a nod to the pattern of the bandana you had been wearing the day you had come to Ambrose. It had taken Bo over a year after the two of you had gotten together officially to admit that he had used your bandana to jerk off with, which had made you laugh. “And this is Holly.” Your daughter reached for her father and Bo practically shoved the fan belt in Wade’s hands so he could take his little girl into his arms. Holly was a daddy’s girl through and through, her face lighting up as Bo held her.

On their way out, Sadie barked at the couple, as if telling them to get and stay out.

The whole family was at dinner, Holly eating her mac and cheese on Bo’s lap. He refused to put her in a highchair, he would rather be inconvenienced than put his baby girl in one of those things. Of course, the rest of the family would gladly take her sometimes. Vincent and Lester loved being uncles, delighting in all of the little moments that they hadn’t been able to experience growing up.

Bo especially enjoyed those. He greedily took in everything, feeling almost smug that he had a happy family now. Though that was more than earned. His parents had never believed he could be capable of creating anything good. But now Bo had a little girl that was the most perfect thing in the world, so they had been proven wrong. After dinner, you sat in the living room with Holly and read to her, Sadie on the couch next to you, so of course, Bo had to take a picture of the three of you.

That night, as you lay in bed with him, sated and smiling up at him, your finger tracing his jaw, Bo thanked whatever was out there that you had come to Ambrose.

And as you looked up at him, you were thinking the exact same thing.

this alternate ending takes place after the end of the movie aka I allow canon to happen

Stockholm Syndrome.

That was what the police, therapists, lawyers, the media, everyone in the damn world had reduced your time in Ambrose to, reduced your relationship with Bo to. Stockholm Syndrome.

The story was that you had been the sole survivor after the Sinclairs had caught your family. That Bo had kept you prisoner for that entire time and that you had tricked yourself into thinking you had fallen in love in order to survive. None of it was real, you had just done what you needed to do in order to survive.

The Jones twins had found you in the house after they had escaped the house of wax. You had seen the chaos from the bedroom window. Bo had told you to stay in the bedroom until he came to get you and in your current condition, you couldn’t exactly argue. When you had seen the Jones twins walking up to the house, you had been ready to surprise them with a metal bat, but Nick had been able to get the jump on you.

You had begun to cry, and they had assumed you were another victim.

The horror and disgust on Carly’s face when she had noticed that you were well into your second trimester had not left your mind’s eye since. The way she had whispered Nick, she’s pregnant, had made it sound like an awful, ugly thing to have happened to you.

You’re safe now, the police are coming, it’s going to be alright.

No, it wasn’t.

Once again, you were alone in the world. Lester and you had not seen each other since, as if the two of you had agreed to never cross paths, lest he be taken down with the rest. He was in the wind, though the authorities weren’t looking for him too hard, if at all. You were staying with distant relatives from your father’s side, virtual strangers who didn’t know how to treat you.

The entire world thought you were a victim, someone to be looked down on and pitied. They saw your son as a monster even before Jack had been born. Carly had tried to be friendly, but you had refused to speak to her, or her brother and they had eventually gone away.

It was just you and little Jack, who didn’t bear a trace of his father’s name. But you could see Bo in his little face, and you could only hope that you would be able to let your son know that he had been made with love.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #house of wax imagine #that first bo series of mine

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