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loveandmurders · 1 year

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Ok ok ok so random thought as I’m watching house of wax. So briefly Jonesy (the dog) is shown in Vincent’s workshop and other places around the movie. She’s the family dog so I just had this thought: What if Puppy! Jonesy was given to sister! reader as a present when she was a child, before Bo accidentally pushed her and she got sent away? What if when reader comes back to Ambrose, Jonesy recognizes her first and immediately starts following reader around and being super affectionate and protective towards her, while defensive and ready to bite anyone else. And that’s how the bros realize it’s their baby sister? Maybe you could make this into a fic or something I just think it’s cute 🥺💜

Hello there! I have to admit that I've got a loooot of requests to post (and that I'm super late), but I was just so excited about this one!! I really loved this idea, and I so wanted to write an alternative version of Missing Piece of Ambrose, so it's perfect.

I got carried away and I wrote 3 parts for this.

For the people who don't know yet, I'm creating baby sister!Sinclair AUs (reader insert). One is about baby sister who grew up with her brothers, the other one is about her being separated from them when they were still children. You can find all of this in my way too long Masterlist here.

Anyways, I really hope you'll enjoy this because I loved writing for this a lot. Thanks a lot for this request. <3 <3

JONESY KNOWS (Part I)

Warnings: Female reader but no physical description, mention of physical pain, of blood, of killing, Bo being upset, Vincent attacking you (but not hurting you), Jonesy being the best dog ever

Here you were, in the middle of nowhere, because some idiot, at the last station service you went to, gave you a wrong direction. You were supposed to find yourself on a national road, but you were actually on a very small and desertic one. The sun was hot and you didn’t have any water left. You also drove on an obstacle you didn’t see because of the bright light, which bursted three tires. And because you clearly were out of luck, there was no connection where you were. You were tired, you just wanted to arrive at your hotel and start your holidays. For now, it was looking a lot like the beginning of a Wrong Turn movie, and you hated it.

You remembered that you saw a sign for a town called Ambrose a few miles ago. The sign had clearly seen better days, but maybe the place still existed. You decided to walk, because there was nothing else you could do. You hoped your knee wasn’t going to let you down though. Because of some accident that happened to you when you were still a child, your knee was often hurting you. You had no memory of what happened and your adoptive parents never wished to speak about it. You weren’t too curious about it either, you just thought that you used to be a very adventurous child and that you must have fallen from a tree or something like that. You had always loved to climb on things, so you wouldn’t be too surprised you hurt yourself like that.

You sighed as you started to walk on the dusty road. You could already hear your mother tell you that really, you shouldn’t have left on your own, that it was dangerous, that actually, you should have stayed home. You could hear her concern when you would finally be able to call her and let her know that you weren’t at your hotel yet. You thought you really needed to call her or text her soon or she was going to call the cops. Your adoptive parents had always been overprotective with you, as if they always were worried something could happen to you. Or maybe they were like this because your adoptive brother never let them dote on him that way. You weren’t too close to him, especially because he was often away for work, but you enjoyed chatting with him from time to time. He was the one who gave you the idea to visit the South of the country, and you weren’t too sure why it upsetted your parents that much. You swore you even heard them argue with your brother after that. But you were happy to be away from them for a couple of days. You liked being on your own for once… You just wished you weren’t lost in the middle of nowhere with no working car or phone.

After a few moments of walking, you heard a truck coming your way. You weren’t too sure what to do, so you put your thumb up and prayed for the person to stop. You found yourself in front of a young man, with a very bright smile. His window was down so you truly were face to face with him.

“What’s up?” he asked you with a very strong southern accent.

“My car let me down. I was walking toward that town.. Hmm… Ambrose I think it’s called. I was hoping someone could help me” you explained to the man who seemed very attentive to what you were saying.

“Oh yeah, my bro’ll fix ya up” he promised and your eyes lit up

“Really? He’s a mech?” you asked and the man nodded

“Can drive ya there, if ya want” he offered.

You didn’t have the habit of trusting men that easily. After all, you were a girl, and you knew that anything could happen to you. But you always had a small switchblade on you, just in case. You had never been afraid to stab anyone if it meant protecting you. Your parents were both relieved and worried about it. You weren’t too sure why. In fact, whenever you were trying very hard to remember about your biological family, you could only think of blood. It was quite strange. And that was why you never tried to find them again.

“You sure you’d do that for me?” you asked the driver and he nodded. “Well, thank you, it’s very nice of you” you smiled as you climbed into his truck. “I’m Y/N by the way” you introduced yourself

“Lester” he replied “It’s nice havin’ someone polite ‘round for once” he commented and you raised an eyebrow

“You’re used to people not being too nice around?” you asked

“Yeah. We've often lost tourists here, and they'll are so rude, ya know. Always happy to see them gone” Lester explained and you nodded in understanding

“People suck” you agreed.

You turned your head and you noticed the dead animals in the back of his truck. Even though you never saw this man or this truck before, there was something oddly familiar about them, about the scent, about the sound of his voice, about his presence.

“Roadkills?” you asked without even realising it

“Yep. Ya’re from the countryside?” he asked you back

“No, just figured.” you replied “You live at Ambrose?” you asked, just to do the conversation

“Nah. My brothers do, but wanted to live out of town” Lester explained and you hummed. You could understand a need to be independent from your family “And ya, where ya comin' from?” he asked back

“From far away” you chuckled. “I seem to be a lost tourist too. I don’t understand how confusing those roads are” you groaned

“Oh yeah and no connection, even for GPS” Lester nodded, thinking that it was thanks to this that his family could do their dark business.

In a few instants, you arrived in Ambrose. You watched around, and for a moment you forgot about everything else. You knew this place. You were pretty certain you already went there. You also were positive you dreamt about this town. Especially the house, at the end of the road. You recognise a museum in the distance, and the streets. It seemed quite empty though. Emptier than in your dreams. You shook your head, you were probably imagining things because of the heat. There was no reason for you to know this place.

“Ya good?” Lester asked and you smiled at him

“Oh yeah, sorry. I think the sun is starting to make me dizzy” you said and he hummed.

Lester was a little bit sad his brothers might kill you because you were really nice and soft. And because you had the same name as her. Of course Vincent would really love to work on you because you were so pretty and you would suit very well in the House of Wax, but it would be a waste.

A man appeared from the mechanic shop, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. The way he sent his brother a little grin struck you. You knew that smile. His eyes were soon on you and you left the truck.

“Thank you, Lester. You really saved me there” you smiled and Lester shrugged

“All the pleasure’s mine” he chuckled and you missed the little pleading glance he sent his brother, silently asking him to let you go unharmed. Bo didn’t show anything. Lester left and you were now alone with this other man. There was something about him that you found unsettling, and you only relaxed a little when your hand reached for the blade hidden in your shorts pocket. You politely greeted him and introduced yourself before explaining your problem to him.

“Call me Bo” he smirked “We can go fetch your car and bring it back here. Ya think it’s just your tyres?” he asked

“Think so. Don’t have anything to change them or any puncture sealant spray on me…” you really wanted to facepalm yourself for being so unprepared

“It’s fine. I’ll do a little check up too though” he said and you didn’t have the energy to ask him if he was going to scam you. “Come with me” he said and he was about to guide you to his own truck when a little dog barked, startling the two of you, and ran straight to you.

You didn’t move an inch because you were a little bit scared. You weren’t afraid of dogs per say, but having one you didn’t know, wildly running to you, was a little bit impressive and unsettling. Bo was about to reach for the dog, thinking she was running to him, but she never changed her direction. She stopped right in front of you, sniffed you before happily barking and greeted you excitedly. You were a little bit surprised and when you took a look at Bo, he clearly was as confused as you were. You knelt down to pet the dog and she started to lick at your face. She made you fall on your ass and settled in between your legs to lick at your cheeks even more, almost climbing on you. You let out a surprised laugh and you finally gently pushed her away. You petted her and she continued to bark and to be all happy and giddy. It was as if you were a member of her family she hadn’t seen in weeks and that you were finally back, so she was greeting you home.

“Jonesy, what the fuck ya doin’, girl?” Bo grumbled at the dog, completely at loss.

She usually was very afraid of strangers, mostly because they took away her owner when they both were a puppy and a young child. She had never fully recovered from this loss, and the three brothers neither. But she wasn’t afraid of you at all, on the contrary, which was very strange.

“Is she always like that?” you asked Bo as you continued to stroke her head and he looked up at you

“No idea what’s goin’ on” he admitted, watching the scene without a smile. He was thinking that if his baby sister had never been sent away, it was probably that way Jonesy would greet her every day. But what did he know, he had never been able to find his little ray of sunshine after the social care took her away.

“Maybe she confused me with her owner?” you asked and you saw a flash of pain going through Bo’s eyes.

You clearly had touched a sensitive point without knowing. He looked away for an instant before coming closer and helping you on your feet. He needed this to stop because it was sincerely breaking his heart. He was thinking enough about his lost sister without having to endure such a scene.

“Yeah, maybe” he simply replied. “Go to bed, Jonesy.” he told her but instead of obeying she sat down at your feet and looked up at you with love shining in her eyes.

You giggled and Bo was about to ask her to leave again, when the moment was soon cut short by a loud group of people coming by. They clearly were arguing with each other, and they were in a bad state. They were dusty and some of them were hurt. They were in a very bad mood and Jonesy instantly got up and was ready to protect you. You shushed her as Bo walked to the group. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it was obvious that they had a car accident and needed help. But they weren’t asking nicely. You remembered what Lester said about rude people coming by and you took comfort in Jonesy’s presence. You knelt down and cuddled with her as you both watched the scene. The group and Bo came closer. You hated the way they looked at you.

“Need to take care of them first” Bo told you and you nodded in understanding

“Is there a hotel here or somewhere I could stay at? I’m quite tired and thirsty” you said

“Nowhere, no. But ya see the house at the end of the road, it’s mine and my brother’s. Go there and help yourself.” he offered.

You were quite stunned that the man offered you to stay at his place. The coldness in his eyes made you feel something was off. You swore it felt like it was a trap and you really didn’t want to go there, but you had nowhere to go.

“Thank you, it’s nice of you” you finally said and you started to leave.

“Jonesy, come with me” Bo called for her but the dog clearly had no intention in obeying him today. She happily walked by your side, and you felt better knowing she was going to be with you. You heard Bo curse and it almost made you laugh.

Soon enough you weren’t hearing the group anymore and you arrived at the house. You knocked before entering. You didn’t know if Bo’s brother was here or not, so you didn’t want to look like you were a thief or something like that. The situation was weird enough. You waited for a few instants, before entering.

The house seemed empty. You went straight to the kitchen, without realising that you knew where it was, and found some iced lemonade in the fridge. As you were looking for a glass in the cupboards, you barely registered the sounds of quiet footsteps coming close by. You jumped when Jonesy started to loudly bark at the newcomer. The first thing you noticed was his long hair hiding his face, and the second thing was that he was holding a knife. You were quick to grab yours and to open it, ready to fight. Jonesy never stopped barking at the man and even started to growl and show her teeth at him. It seemed to absolutely surprise him, and he even let his arm down, as he tilted his head and looked down at her. He stepped back and Jonesy seemed to calm down. She came closer to you, acting like a real guard dog. You never stopped watching the man and you saw that his skin was unnaturally smooth. Actually, you understood that he was wearing a mask. His attention was soon back on you. But his body language was different. He wasn’t ready to attack you anymore, he was watching you with interest and curiosity. His eye moved down your body and the way you were still holding your own knife, ready to defend yourself.

He finally put his knife on the ground and raised his hands in front of him to show you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. You licked your dry lips and calmed down. You put your blade away.

“I guess your Bo’s brother” you asked and the man nodded “He told me to come here to have a drink, that’s all. I’m not here to rob you or anything.” you said and he nodded again. You wondered if he was mute. “He is with another group right now” you informed him and the man looked at the window before his attention went back on you once again. He pointed at Jonesy. “Oh yes, your dog seems to love me very much since the moment she saw me” you said and you stroked her “Hey baby, calm down now” you cooed at her and it seemed to do the trick as she laid down at your feet right away.

Before you could register it, the masked man was in front of you and he cupped your face in his big hands. He was looking for your eyes, completely thrilled. You tried to push him away and Jonesy barked at him again. He instantly let you go, but you saw that he didn’t mean to scare you or hurt you. He raised his hands in front of him again. He really seemed excited now.

He carefully moved past you and opened the right cupboard and handed you a glass. You thanked him, a little bit apprehensive before pouring yourself a glass of lemonade. You didn’t ask if he wanted one too, because it would mean removing his mask and you could tell the man wouldn’t want that. You never stopped eyeing him and he stepped back. You grew uncomfortable at the intensity of his staring, but there was something about this place.

You looked around and you realised you could tell where every room was in this house. Which was strange because you have never been there before. You nibbled on your bottom lip, sipping at your beverage. You were wondering if the sun hit you so hard that you were hallucinating. Actually, you were even thinking that you might be dreaming.

You heard the front door being opened. Lester entered the house, a frown on his face. He had seen that Bo was with another group and he hoped you were fine. He came back for you, to ask his brothers to let you go. There was something about you, he just couldn’t shake it off.

“Vincent?” he called for his brother, not seeing him yet “Look, there’s a girl here, and she’s nice, and she has her eyes, and her name, and her smile, so maybe don’t kill her…” he trailed off as he saw the three of you in the kitchen “Oh hi” he awkwardly said, moving a hand behind his neck.

So the men here really had the intention of killing you. Great. You would need to find a way to get out of here as fast as possible. Maybe you could steal a car from there, grab your stuff from your own car, and drive right to the police.

You saw Lester kneeling in front of Jonesy “Hello girl, come say hi?” he asked and usually Jonesy would jump on him but she didn’t budge an inch from where you were. She looked up at you before wrapping her tail around your ankle and resting her chin on the floor. If you weren’t moving, neither was she. Lester looked back at you.

“Oh.” he whispered and he started to tear up. “Ya’re her” he brightly smiled and you raised an eyebrow

“Okay, I’ve no freaking idea what’s going on in here” you grumbled

“Ya’re our sister” Lester whispered and you watched him as if a third arm just grew up on him

“What?”

“Ya’re finally back home. We thought we’d lost ya forever.”

You saw Vincent taking his knife back and leaving the house. He was walking straight to the group and you could tell he was going to help Bo to quickly kill them all. It didn’t seem part of the plan; it was what Bo’s body language told you when he noticed his brother coming closer.

“I’m not your sister” you said, as your eyes were still on the window, thinking that you clearly walked into a town full of insane people or that it was a dream.

“Jonesy knows. Everythin’ll be alright now” Lester happily hummed and your eyes went back on him: you knew you weren’t going to leave Ambrose that easily.

PART II

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capybar00stash · 8 months

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transmasc vincent sinclair (!!)

i love him sm, i will be drawing more transmasc!vinnie when i have the means to c:

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y3strr · 3 months

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gigglinggoddess · 1 month

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What kind of beauty do the Sinclair brothers like? GN READER.

This a headcanon, not meant to insult or make anyone insecure! Everyone is beautiful in their own way!

I'm so sorry if the writing is terrible, on mobile AND WRITERS BLOCK!!

Vincent Sinclair

Classic beauty.

- Growing up, Vincent loved movies. He was starstruck by the people on the television.

-He used to draw old movie stars, and his fashion taste for his wax figures is old-timey. (If he chooses to dress them)

- He loves plaid dresses and dress shirts. He loves slicked-back hair and big curls (either natural or from hair rollers.)

- If he had a S/O that had a classic beauty, a timeless thing, he’d used them as a muse for everything. (Regardless, he'd use his S/O as a muse no matter what.)

- He loves radio voices, smooth-sounding voices, and sweet. He’d adore a S/O with a voice like that and would want to lay his head on their lap as they talked.

Bo Sinclair

Modern Beauty.

- This man loves SLUTS!!!(jk) He is a traditional man, but when he sees victims wearing skimpy stuff and modern fashion, he's lovin’ it.

-He likes the breath of youthfulness, which makes it more interesting for him.

-Loves tight clothing, dyed hair, and all that. He's intrigued by it; it's unique to him even though, in the real world, it's normal.

-Will watch you do your makeup, in confusion.

-He likes modern people, because he's not and he (secretly) wishes he was.

Lester Sinclair

Natural beauty.

-This man loves the forest, he loves nature a lot. So when he looks at you, raw beauty, it reminds him on nature.

-He would never want you to wear makeup; he thinks you're so beautiful how you are (he would still shower you with compliments if you put it on, though.)

-Loves flaws: wonky teeth? Loves them. Spilt ends? Loves them. Acne? Loves it. Scars? Loves them. STRECH MARKS?? IS OBSESSED!! You'll never have to be embarrassed about your body, face, or any of it with him because he wants you just how you are.

-He knows he ain't the best-looking so it truly shocked him when someone like you, naturally perfect (to him), loves him! He also knows you appreciate his natural beauty too, or so he hopes.

-Will compare you to plants and animals, in A LOVING WAY!!!

☆

A/N: Lester, my love. If anyone has any fanfics of Lester, I am begging, SEND THEM MY WAY PLEASE!!

Anyway, please tell me what you think. I KNOW THE WRITING IS BAD; I write fanfics much better ong. Which is your favorite Sinclair brother? I'm a huge Lester fan (obviously); he's my husband.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x you #gn reader #fluff #headcanon #sinclair brothers #i need them #slashers x y/n

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kerokreature · 1 year

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Some Sinclair Headcannons because I have brain rot

These are Sinclair Brothers and Reader who cooks for them a lot

Enjoy

Absolutely lost his shit when he found out you know how to cook and cook well because of his little domestic fantasy

Begs you too cook for him and the family like. “Please Darlin’ can you make another pot roast.” “Please sweetheart can you just fix me something and bring it down into town?”

He’s a southern boy, which means you will absolutely absolutely be making him shit like okra? But especially since this Louisiana he’s going to lose it when you make things like Jambalaya, Crayfish, Étouffée etc

If you bake on top of it he’s gonna lose his shit.

Like I think he kinda subtly has a sweet tooth and especially likes snacks

So if you like bake cookies or something he can just munch on during the day? Game fucking over.

He’s going to be such a flirt when you’re cooking or baking

He’s going to be downright dirty bab out it

Regardless of gender he’s going to call his little house wife, emphasis on his.

He’s the most likely to gift you his mom’s old recipe cards

Lester

Coming in with the excited “Shit you can cook too!?”

Loves anything you make

Prepare to work with some road kill, boy straight up said it’s a waste of meat

But road venison is good as hell, you’re gonna be making deer steaks 10/10

He’ll be so gentle about his requests. “My possum do you think it’d be too much trouble to make some soup”

When you make it he’ll shower you in praise and gentle kisses, he’d be so excited, he would eat every bite

He’d be over excited if you ever packed him a lunch like

He’d just give you that big lop sided grin, turn those soft eyes on you and kiss your forehead. He’d be so so touched

He’s a good respectful southern boy so he wouldn’t go in your kitchen while you’re cooking.

If you also bake boy would he be excited, I picture him losing his mind for cakes especially

Like a rich chocolate cake that’s really spongy and some coffee?? Oh yeah that’s the life

Vincent

He would think it’s beautiful that you cook

He would love to watch you cook, he’d likely sketch you doing so

I feel like he’d bring you cookbooks and recipe cards

He’d be so delicate if you let him help, carefully handing you herbs and spices and watching the perfect mixture you’re creating

Even if you’re a chaotic ass cook (see: author) he’d think you’re perfect, that it’s even more of an art form that you can be so messy and make perfect food

He wouldn’t ever allow you to say something didn’t turn out right. You are not allowed to doubt your cooking, your art . He won’t have it.

He’d be gentle in shushing you, sighing at you that it’s perfect, and he’d make sure you saw him eat every last bite.

I don’t think he’d request things per se unless you asked him what he wanted and then he’d probably sign his response after some thought.

He’s shower you in affection over what you make him, and likely make you something as a gift in return

He doesn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as the other two but he’d still love if you bake

I think his favorite would be Beignets.

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spinning-stars · 10 months

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What I think slashers will bake you as a surprise🍰:

Bo Sinclair- he said "Just risk the salmonella and eat the cookie, I quit baking"

Vincent Sinclair- He loves to bake especially for you💖

Lester Sinclair- He tried his best

Stu Macher- There is no explanation.

Billy Loomis- said it looked like Stu

Original Michael Myers- Badussy.

Rob zombie Michael Myers- he wanted to make a cat

Bubba Sawyer- He said it reminds him of you bc "You're both cute and technically editable"

Thomas Hewitt- Mama May had to help him a bit. (He still thinks you deserve better cookies)

Billy Lenz- he said "Christras COCKie"

Authors note- A short little post for today! Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3

And for my Vincent Sinclair fans who love baking, a new shirt fic!-

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Tears | Bo Sinclair x GN! Reader

A/n: Bo's life makes me sad and I wanna hold him.

Warning: vague reference to the Sinclair's abuse and lack of care from the overall community in Ambrose.

Bo walks into the house and is surprised to see you sobbing on the couch.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why're you cryin'?"

He was harsher than he intended.

You look up and attempt to put away what you were looking at quickly. Rubbing the salty tears from your eyes. Bo furrows his brows and rounds the couch to your side.

He grabs your hands before you could put away the photographs you were looking at.

"What--"

They were photos of him and his brothers. Some with very fresh wounds on his wrists still.

"Why didn't anyone say anything?" You said.

Fresh tears fell down your cheeks.

"They had to know something was wrong"

You coughed and took a deep breath. Bo's chest tightened but he didn't want to feel weak. You were crying for him.

"I don't need you to feel bad for me," Bo's harshness came back to push out his own dark memories.

"I'm not... I'm angry for you. I wish I was there... I... Could have helped you. And Les and Vince..."

His rough fingers brushed a tear off your cheek.

"Babydoll, you weren't meant to be here until now,"

Bo wasn't one for flowery words but they just felt right.

"But you're helping us now. You're saving me now, sweet pea,"

His walls were crumbling for you. Your arms were thrown around his neck and he stayed stiff for a moment. Slowly he snaked his arms around you and kissed the crown of your head.

No one cared about him like you did.

#reader insert #slashers x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #though i do have a theory that their mom was building Ambrose for years before the movie and while they were kids #sinclair brothers #slasher fucker #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort

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kitkathatesu · 4 months

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My obsession w Bo Sinclair is eating me tf UP rn and I don’t see a lot of fics for him. PLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD fill that hole in my heart, send me some requests. I am dying to write for him! Preferably something smutty (bc I am obvi rotting my brain w ideas anyway) Fuel this whore fire burning within me!🙏🏻

#bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #slasher x you #monster fuqqer #vincent sinclair #pls help #slashers #slasher x y/n #horror #sinclair brothers #house of wax 2005

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daddy-issues-99 · 10 months

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Lester Sinclair x GN!reader who collects bones~

So we all know Lester has the lovely job of collecting dead animals/roadkill, so what if his s/o collected bones. Perfect couple!

TW: Dead/decaying animals, gore, the reader is kinda crazy like the Sinclair's

At first you seemed like just another soon to be victim of the Sinclair family but that changed when Lester first met you.

When you and your friends first found the like of dead animals you were overjoyed, a whole pile of bones that just needed to be cleaned.

When Lester pulled up in the truck and saw you, you were standing in the middle of the pile holding a decaying rabbit in hand.

He thought it was comical. Usually all the people he saw in the area were not favorable to this of his job. Not into the gore, but you were intrigued by it.

When you explained to him how you collected bones and other oddities he was hooked.

You thought he was sweet and odd like you. He enjoyed his job not caring what others thought and you were the same with your hobbies.

From that moment on if Lester found an animal to your standards he would take it home so you could collect the bones and clean them.

You were the perfect match for each other. He was your resources for your hobbies and he thought it was a cool hobby to have.

After a while he even brought you some... Interesting type of bones. He wouldn't tell you where he got them but you knew and did not care. Bones were bones.

You even made both of you matching rings with a tooth where the jewels used to be.

His brother's thought you were fun too. Quirky just like Lester. They made sure he treated you like a queen as if he already didn't.

After a while of Lester watching you clean and preserve bones he came into the house one day with his hands behind his back, a smile plastered on his face.

"Surprise!" He yelled revealing a small skull in hand with a rough carving of a heart between it's eyes. It wasn't the best but he tried and it was perfect in your eyes.

You happily gave him a kiss and hug and placed it in your collection in the front row. The best in the whole collection.

#lester sinclair #house of wax #lester sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #fluff #bone collecting #lester sinclair x y/n #sinclair brothers x reader #house of wax x reader

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toescratches · 10 months

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The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car.

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester mentioned, they're conflicted, sorry this is short

tags for ppl who asked for pt2: @peyton-peyton @alicesinclair29 @wheresmyson @wildaces @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @blurrymango @sketchy-rosewitch @small-sinclair @hidingfromtex @kitty11sstuffig

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Bo grunts in annoyance as he continues to drag the heavy carrier, along with him up the hill. He takes heavy breaths at the heat and at the extra weight he is carrying with him.

As Bo finally arrives at the steps of the House of Wax, he puts down the carrier, in the shade, and pants as he tries to catch his breath.

Fucking finally he thinks. Bo opens the door for the musem and picks up the carrier. He looks down at the baby. She looks up at him with curiosity and confusion. Bo scoffs and averts his gaze back to the entrance.

Finally he walks inside the museum. "Vincent!! Come out!" Bo yells and groans in annoyance. He sets the carrier on the floor and walks to the other side of the house, to Vincent's cave.

Bo is taken by surprise when his brother emerges up the stairs. "Took you long enough..." He groans under his breath.

Vincent looks up at Bo with a buzzled look in his eye and gesture for an explanation for his yelling.

Bo groans in annoyance, turns and walks back to the carrier in the hall. Vincent tilts his head in confusion but follows his brother.

As soon as Vincent sees what Bo had dragged into the museum, he freezes. What the hell?!

Bo looks down at the baby in the carrier, with his back to Vincent, waiting for his reaction.

Vincent walks around, trying to gather himself and his thoughts. This can't be real. Is all he can think.

The older twin puts his hands into his pockets and sways on his feet. Bo's face is no longer filled with confusion and panic. It's not only frustration, annoyance and curiosity. The baby keeps making quiet noises of coo's and weakly reaches it's hands up to the man above her.

Bo tilts his head as he stares at the child. In the background, behind him, he hears the sounds of Vincent's shuffling feet and his groans of distress.

Bo fights something inside him as he looks down at the child. Eventually he seems to lose this fight as he crouches down and begins to take the baby out of the carrier.

Vincent turns his head at the sound of unbuckling and looks at Bo with confusion. He quickly realizes what his brother is doing, and walks up to his brother to protest.

Vincent desperately grabs onto his brothers shirt and tries to pull him up, and away from the carrier with the baby girl. Bo groans in annoyance and pulls away from his brother's grip. He turns back to look at the child and finally picks it up. Bo holds her in against his chest with a causios and nervous hold, no wonder since he has no idea what he is doing.

Vincent circles his brother and tries to make non-verbal signs to his older brother, to please put the child down and walk away. Bo keep ignoring him as he tries to get a comfortable and a firm, but gentle, grip on the girl.

Vincent whines in distress and desperation as he looks at his brother and turns around with a groan of frustration. Why?! God damnit! Vincent hold his head in his hands as he wanders around.

Bo seems to be unmoved by this as he keeps his attention on the baby girl in his arms.

"Hey, baby... What's your name...?" He whispers with a awkward tone. He is clearly slightly uncomfortable, but tries his best.

The baby only responds with cooing and stares. Bo chuckles at this and lightly bounces the baby in his hold.

Bo keeps the slight smirk on his face as he hears Vincent approaching from behind. His brother walks next to him, and quietly stares.

The black haired(emo) man taps his brothers shoulder, trying to get his attention. Bo turns his head and looks at Vincent with a questioning expression, waiting for him to act.

Vincent begins to sign to his brother. What the hell are you planning?!

Bo chuckles. "C'mon what's up your ass? It's not that big of a deal."

Not that big of a deal?!! It's a baby!! He quickly and dramatically answers.

"Yeah I know that, you shithead!" Bo groans. "I won't make her your problem, okay?! We won't kill a baby... And she's quite quiet, no?" He chuckles.

Vincent groans and lets out a big sigh of frustration. You're acting impulsively! Stop being dumb! We can't take care of a baby!!

Bo rolls his eyes and turns to look back at the baby. "I or Lester will go to the city and buy some shit! It's not that difficult! And think about it, we won't have anyone looking after the town, Mama's town, after we die or get killed!" He tries to reason with his brother.

Vincent sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. I still can't believe this is happening... He sighs with one hand to his brother.

"Let it be already. We'll handle it, and if not us them I will!" Bo grunts and gently bounces the baby around in his arms while looking down at her.—————————————————————————

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Sorry this is so short, I'm such a lazy and slow writer and I felt like I had to upload today!

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Bo: Any last words?

Y/N: You're the ugly twin.

Lester: HA-!

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hii! soo i love your sister sinclair stories so much! and idk if this was done already but i’d love to see what u think the brothers would do if their sister got hurt throughout the years like she gets a scrape on her knee when she was little and as a teen/young adult she gets cut or sprains her ankle? i just love seeing the protective brothers getting all terrified over the thought of her getting hurt <33

Hello there!

It’s always so much fun to write for this AU, so I really hope you’ll enjoy this <3

NO ONE HURTS OUR BABY SISTER

Warnings: abusive family (I mean it), children fighting, mention of a child going missing, slight physical damages and pain (reader) but nothing serious, mention of violence, anger, and murders.

Childhood:

Your mother needed to work on her latest creations. But for that, she really really needed some calm, and it was very hard to achieve this with four kids. That was why she tried to have all her children out of the way for one day. She was just so tired of you all, of your screams, of taking care of you. She had asked Vincent and Bo to look after you and Lester for this day out of the house. It was in the rare moment Bo was feeling too responsible to let his anger explode. He had to be good for his baby siblings.

The four of you found yourselves in the street, playing with the neighbours’ kids. You thought it was a fun day, you enjoyed having all your brothers playing with you and some other kids. For once, even Vincent was welcomed to play and even if he was doing his best to hide his face, he was enjoying himself and you knew it. You were really happy, and to be allowed to be out of the house the whole day was giving you a true sense of freedom. It was the best day ever.

Until one kid pushed you and made you fall on the hard ground. He thought you had cheated and it annoyed him. You stood your ground, saying you were just better than him. He didn’t like it and he roughly threw you on the floor before your brothers could do anything about it. You started to cry as you hurt your knees and the palm of your hands in the fall. Lester knelt by your side, to both comfort you and look after your little wounds. The twins instantly went angry and they started to yell at the boy who made you fall and then at the other kids who tried to defend him. A general fight started.

You stopped crying when you noticed the chaos surrounding you and how your brothers were ready to destroy those kids for having dared hurt you. You stood up, despite the pain you felt and you ran to your brothers to stop them before they could do something your parents wouldn’t be happy about. Lester helped you calm them down, but Bo was too full of rage to listen to you and Vincent was too full of a cold anger made of revenge to truly stop punching around. It only stopped when your father arrived. He grounded everyone before taking care of everyone’s injuries without gentleness. You were all denied dinner once back home and had to stay in your rooms for the rest of the day. You had never seen your parents so displeased with all of you; but deep down you didn’t care. It was still a good memory to you, because you knew your brothers loved you more than anything.

Actually in the middle of the night, your door cracked open and you saw three heads peering inside your room, before they all got inside when they noticed you were awake too.

No matter how your parents were going to scream in the morning, you didn’t care about it as you all settled to sleep in your bed. You were only relaxed and happy when you were all together because it meant you were all safe and well.

The days after, the boys checked on your injuries pretty much all the time until they fully disappeared and they never allowed you around the boy who hurt you ever again. Actually, one night, that child went missing and no one ever found his body.

As you grew up, you fully forgot about him and this story.

Girlhood:

You were so done with your toxic family. It was true you loved your brothers more than absolutely anything, but you couldn’t take anymore of the screaming, the abuse, the way your parents looked down at the four of you. You needed some fresh air, you needed a break, you needed some silence for one night. You felt like you were going crazy in that oppressing household.

That was how you found yourself in the forest. You took in the delicious air, in the soft noises surrounding you, in the darkness being like a coat around you. You sat on the ground, enjoying the peacefulness of the place very much. You were happy and calm now. To be where you were, you had to climb your window and silently go down the pipes along the house, and you also climbed up trees to avoid some people enjoying the forest at night too. You went deep into the woods to be truly alone. Because of your adventures, your hands were deeply cut, and you also had little wounds here and there on your arms and legs. But you couldn’t care any less. You were free and safe in nature.

Unlike most children, you loved the darkness. Maybe it was thanks to your brothers; you parents always said they were the only monsters in the house. And even if you didn’t believe your brothers were monsters, you believed that you parents were and hence, no one else in the world could hurt you. You were fearless also because Lester taught you to trust nature and to always find your way home, wherever you could be. Bo taught you to be strong and to spot any kind of danger. Vincent taught you how to hide in the shadows and how to use any situations to your advantage.

If you were enjoying yourself, the boys wouldn’t be once they would find out you were gone. Bo had sneaked into your room because he hadn’t had the greatest day either, and he wanted some comfort from his favourite person in his existence. He got quite confused when he found your empty bed. He decided to check with whom you were sleeping, so he opened Lester’s and then Vincent’s door. Lester didn’t wake up but Vincent did, probably feeling how Bo was starting to tense up and slightly panic. Bo told him you were nowhere to be found. Vincent was up in an instant and the twins started to look for you in the whole house. When they went back to your room, they noticed your window was open and they understood you were gone. They exchanged a look. They knew they needed to get you back home before your parents could notice and before you could decide you were better without any of them. They woke up Lester because the boy was like a detector able to follow anyone's tracks. The boys quietly left the house, and they looked for you. Lester was quick to see soft marks in the freshly rained on ground. He followed it and they all started to get even more stressed out when they realised you were in the woods. It seemed they were more scared for you than you were for yourself.

They entered the woods and started to scream your name. Lester finally found you, peacefully sleeping against a tree. He called for the twins and Bo carried you back home. You were a little bit surprised to wake up in Bo’s room with the boys looking after your wounds. You were annoyed to be back in this house, but you didn’t say anything because you brothers looked on edge. They finished bandaging your wounds before tucking you into Bo’s bed. Vincent and Lester stayed.

You were surprised by how quiet they were. You thought they would have yelled at you for having hurt yourself and ran away. But they were actually too scared you would admit to them that you left without the idea of coming back; that you were ready to leave them forever because you couldn’t stand them anymore. They tightly hugged you and the day after, they were extra clingy and careful with you, making sure you knew you were the most loved person in this house. Even your parents were astonished by how quiet the boys were, their attention all on you.

You knew then that your brothers would never let you go, and you were grateful to have them.

Adulthood:

You had a car accident.

It wasn’t too serious, but your car clearly needed some help and so did you. Your head was bleeding because of a nasty cut on your forehead and one of your wrists was hurting like crazy; you were almost certain that it was twisted or something like that. You weren’t too sure of what happened, in reality. You hit your head pretty hard and you only remembered some brief moments of the accident. You thought you remembered another car, with a man on his phone, but there was currently no other car in the middle of the road. You had no idea how long you stayed unconscious before waking up though. You were leaning against your car as you felt too weak to stay upright. You were a little bit dizzy and lost.

Any normal person would have called 911, because you couldn’t do anything on your own right now. But you had your “own” 911, in the person of your brothers. You had a group chat with all of them. You were thankful your phone was still working despite the broken screen. You weren’t too sure you could talk so you sent a message, knowing the three men would instantly look up their phones if they received a notification from you.

911. Got in a car accident. Next to the forest and pit. Car isn’t doing well either.

You didn’t need to wait more than a few seconds for Bo and Lester to answer at the same time:

On my way.

You opened your truck so you could sit in there, as you were feeling quite dizzy now. You did your best to keep your eyes open though. After a little while you heard two engines coming from both ways of the road.

“Damn, what happened?!” Bo asked as he saw the state of your car and he was quick to join you at the back of it. He frowned at the blood and carefully grabbed your face to examine the cut from a closer look. Lester was soon all over you as well. You had to softly push them away.

“‘M okay, just a bit dizzy” you told them “Don’t really remember what happened. I think someone crashed into me… but ’m the only car here” you said

“Yeah well, the red paint all over your broken bumper clearly means somethin’” Bo groaned

“But how could they have left? They must be in quite a state too…” you asked. Lester and Bo exchanged a look.

“Can’t be far… Les?”

“Yep, gonna find the fucker and brin’ him to Ambrose, no worries” Lester nodded. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before rushing to his truck and leaving.

“Alright, ya can walk?” Bo asked as his attention went back on you.

“Can try,” you murmured as Bo helped you stand up. He carefully held you as you reached for his breakdown truck. He settled you on the passenger seat before taking care of your car and bringing everyone back home.

“Stay awake, please” he said, a little bit tensed as he kept an eye on you during the travel

“’m fine, just sleepy” you replied

“Yeah well, Vince’ll say if ya’re okay and then ya’ll be able to rest. For now, ya stay with me, ok?”

“Ok” you hummed, no matter how hard it was to keep your eyes open.

“Atta girl” he praised you

Once home, Vincent was your personal nurse as he looked after you in the most gentle and yet concerned and frantic way. The boys were used to any kind of injuries because of their activities, and your father’s old medical books got used more than once. Vincent relaxed when he was certain you were just slightly hurt and nothing too bad. Your wrist was indeed twisted though, but nothing the Sinclairs couldn’t deal with. He finally guided you to your bedroom and waited for you to have taken a shower before tugging you to bed. You thanked your brother as you settled in bed. He kissed your forehead and you fell asleep almost instantly.

Meanwhile, Bo was taking care of your car… and then helped Lester when he brought the guy who had caused the accident. The man was relieved to get some help, not realising he was going to die in a very painful way.

Because no one was allowed to hurt the only girl of the Sinclair family.

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