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small-sinclair · 20 days

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Fix Me

@sketchy-rosewitch and @fluffy-little-demon thought of you.

Swap!Bo x reader

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You raised Bo’s scarred wrist to your lips, kissing them carefully. His harden eyes and murduress glare faded away like a melted candle. The knife by your side lowers as reality comes back to him. He steps away as pain ripped through his body. No one saw beauty in him, no one did.

So why did you? Why didn’t you run like the rest? His brother told him… Vincent told him…

He lifts his welding mask just enough for you to see his scarred lips. “…fix…me…” a horsed voice whispered. “Fix m-me.”

Even though your friends were being slaughtered outside his shop, outside his shelter that felt like a cave, you felt your heart break. What did his family do to him? What did they say to him? There’s so much pain in his voice and shadow. The mirror between him and the other world was too much for him to handle.

“Poor creature,” you sighed sadly, coming towards him. Hesitating, you lifted your hands under his wielding mask and watch him flinch from your touch before giving in. In your fingers tips, you felt warm tears falling. “What type of lies have you known?”

Bo closes his eyes as your hands lifted his mask off, and he felt sad when you gasped in shock. He turned away his scarred, disfigured half face. “Mon-monster.”

You guide his head back and leaned up, kissing the scars by his lips. “No, not at all,” you corrected. “Beautiful.”

His heavy blue and ghost white eyes look at you in pain. “Fix me, please?” His eyes close as he starts to cry, “I-i beg you. Please? Please fix me.”

You lean up once more and place a kiss on his lips. He shivers as his tears become fat and heavy. He shivers as he feels everything in his bones heal. Every burn and scrape, every lash and pull, faded away. He felt as if he was seeing the sun for the first time. He lifts you up with ease, having you hang on his hips, and feels his own fears fade.

He feels your lips pull away and he mindlessly follows. He steals a kiss, hungry and thankful, then looks into your eyes. He’s speechless. It’s like he was dunk in stars. He felt healed… he felt like he finally belong.

“Beautiful,” you said again, your hand cupping under his blue eye. “Beautiful.”

“Fixed,” he said, a small grin forming on the corner of his lips. “Fixed.” He leaned his forehead against yours and basked in your light. “Loved.”

Beauregard left as if he was human for the first time.

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ahmnom · 11 months

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Bo Sinclair with scars. Sideways for realism but I also wanted to see him with vertical scars

Also Older bo 🤤

Under the cut is the image it was based on! 🩸 warning

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arkunder · 6 months

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Hello!!absolutly inlove with your slasher band au if its not a problem can you do some doodles of some of the slashers when they are preforming? Its Just something that was in my head for a while including your amazing au have a nice Day or night!!

Thank you so much really!!

I actually do have some quick sketches I did a while ago of the brothers preforming but none of them are finished sorry!

Bos performances are either 0-100, energy wise, there is no in between.

#slasher band au #sinclair voyance #bo sinclair #bo sinclair fanart #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair fanart #lester sinclair #lester sinclair fanart #house of wax au #house of wax #house of wax vincent #house of wax bo #house of wax lester #my art

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Michael Myers in Ambrose

2k words | Michael Myers x f!Reader | NSFW

It's International Fan Works Day Feb 15 with the theme of crossovers. This puts Michael Myers in a House of Wax AU where Bo Sinclair wears a one-piece mechanic suit and Michael needs a new one.

Michael hangs Bo's jumpsuit over the bed of the truck, then unlaces his own boots and steps out of them. When Michael stands back up, he unzips his own jumpsuit. You're captivated. His big arms emerge and you can see his pecs under a navy undershirt similar to Bo's. They both look slutty with their muscles stretching their too-small shirts.

Michael rails you after the gif while Bo is unconscious. And you do enjoy it.

18+ Noncon, manhandling

If you already read this unabridged & unbetaed on AO3 I'm sorry it was so bad lol.

If you're wondering about the logic of Michael being there, originally the bf was John Tate from H20 and y'all were on a road trip and Michael followed but it was a hot mess.

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"Ya need a fan belt. . . Is that so?" Bo smiles broadly and looks down, bemused. His sleeves are rolled up and his bronze forearms flex as he crosses his arms. "Where'd your boyfriend go?"

"He went for help. He thought he saw someone in the wax museum, so he followed them in."

Bo looks at you like that's the most interesting thing he's ever heard. "And he left you all alone here, huh?" He turns his head and spits out his toothpick, then steps even closer, closing the gap between you. He smells like sweat and oil and man. He cradles your chin with a grimy hand. Your lips are only a few inches from his. "How bad do you need it?"

The blood drains from your face, then shamefully pools somewhere lower. You say nothing. You look over your shoulder like your boyfriend is going to come back any minute. On the back of the pick-up truck, a sticker catches your eye, the silhouette of a pin-up with her knees spread.

"He ain't coming back, darlin," Bo says, grinning. His pearly teeth are quite the contrast to his dirty face. "I'll help you out though, I will," he says softly. He brings his lips to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours. "Just be a good girl for me." That sends a tingling rush to your core and you're frozen. Your heart races.

Bo pulls back to see your facial expression. He laughs to himself then looks you up and down again, letting the silence linger. "Okay, I can get you a fan belt. I was just fixin’ to close up, though," he says. He goes to the rolling door and starts to close it, but it gets stuck. His uniform hugs his shapely ass as he bends down with it and tries with all his weight. The door won't close, though.

A large, rough hand stops the door at the bottom. Then, the hand begins to push it back up. At first, you assume it's your boyfriend, until you see the huge work boots. Bo struggles against the hand and you can only see little by little. You can tell from the legs it's an imposing man. Bo grunts as he pushes it down. The door creeps up a little more and you can't help but notice whoever he is is packing. He also seems to be another mechanic, but something is strange. One side of his suit is tattered and covered in something.

The door keeps lifting, revealing more of this huge man - his broad chest, a thick arm. One side of his collar is popped and the other is glued down by a mess of wax. Bo gives up and watches the man in awe, hands on his hips, waiting to see what he wants. The door finishes rolling up, and instead of a face, you see the mask of Michael Myers. He should be dead, but the sinister air about this man leaves no doubt in your mind that it's really him.

Michael stands patiently with his hands to his sides and subtly wiggles the fingers of one hand. Bo looks confused. Maybe the folks out here in Ambrose hadn't even heard of Michael. Michael turns toward you.

Bo says, "Hey man, who-" but Michael cuts him off with a huge hand around his throat, then forces him against a wall of tools. Bo reaches out and grabs a huge wrench off the wall and his forearm flexes desperately as he thumps Michael in the head with it. Michael staggers back, disoriented.

Bo lunges for you and to your surprise says, "come on, Darlin" as his large, dirty hand grabs yours. He covers your body and tries to get you to the office door.

Michael grabs Bo by the fabric of his suit and throws him against the truck. They struggle, but Michael puts Bo in a sleeper hold until his body goes limp. He's unconscious.

Michael seems to have forgotten about you. You stand there frozen, afraid to make any sudden moves.

Michael pins Bo against the truck with his hips and starts undressing him, exposing Bo's tan, muscular biceps. Michael has the jumpsuit half off him when he lets the dead weight slump to the ground. He takes off Bo's shoes and removes the jumpsuit completely. As the jumpsuit slides over Bo's boxers it briefly hitches on what appears to be a massive erection. Michael had to have felt it against him when he pinned him to the truck.

Bo is left with only a navy undershirt and engorged boxer briefs. With his arms and legs bare, you're struck by how strong he is. If Michael was able to overpower Bo with relative ease, he could surely snap you in half like a twig.

When Michael lowers the zipper below belt-level your eyes are drawn back to his crotch. You feel a pang of anticipation in your throat. He pulls down the jumpsuit and, oh my. His underwear is tight enough to leave no doubt that he's very aroused. Something flutters in your core. He lets the jumpsuit fall to the floor.

Michael lazily takes Bo's uniform off the truck and starts putting it on. He has to push down on the hardness of his briefs with one hand to be able to zip up. God, that makes you so wet. He's left with an obnoxious bulge. The arms are a little tight on him, too. Your unwelcomed arousal intensifies. Finally, both his hands come to the collar and pop it up so it frames the mask. He looks so imposing and striking that you audibly gasp.

Michael abruptly looks in your direction. You think about running, but you don't move. He walks toward you slowly. You can't take your eyes off his bulge. He seems to notice, because when he stops within arm's reach of you, he looks down at himself before he looks back up and grabs you by the throat and jaw.

Michael lifts you several inches off the ground. You try to scream, but you're choking. He pivots toward the back of the pick-up truck. Your limbs flail as he holds you with one hand and uses the other to unlatch the tailgate in one swift motion and put it flat. He slams you face down onto the bed of the truck. You get up on your knees enough to start crawling away, toward the cab of the truck, but you don't get far before he jerks you back down toward him. His hands wrap around your hips and pull you to the edge.

Your shirt rides up and cool metal chills your abdomen as Michael slides your thighs off the tailgate and your feet kick for the ground. He unbuttons your jean shorts then sends them to the floor. You try to move, but a massive hand on your back slams you back down as his other hand gropes you and the pressure of his middle finger wedges your thong into your ass. He pries your legs open from behind.

Your drenched thong barely covers anything. Michael easily pushes it aside. You feel his digits slide against your folds and you're humiliated by how wet you are. A thick finger plunges inside you and you grunt. He fucks you with two fingers for a few seconds then withdraws his hand and begins to unzip himself. At the sound of his zipper, your cunt thirstily replaces whatever moisture he took with him. You silently curse yourself, then accept you're going to need it.

You're face down on the bed of this truck, ready for the taking, and you can feel Michael Myers looking at your exposed ass like a piece of meat. You glance back and see his jumpsuit fall down and hang around his ass. Then, within seconds you feel his shaft pressing hot and hard against your crack. I mean, rock-hard. His jumpsuit presses against the back of your legs. He spreads your thighs with his knee and lays a massive hand on the small of your back, holding you steady on the flatbed of the truck. You tilt your hips to give him better access to your cunt, telling yourself it's that or your ass.

A few seconds later, you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. It's big. You feel it against your inner thighs, too. He huffs as he pushes the head inside and you wince as it stretches you. . The stretch initially hurts, but you're so wet that it starts to feels good. You can't deny part of you wants to be filled even more. He puts both hands on your hips for leverage, then shoves more of himself inside. He pauses for only a second then jerks you back on his shaft and sheaths himself entirely in your poor little cunt. He retreats a little, then thrusts again, hitting that spot deep in your core. Your shirt rides up more and your belly button ring scrapes against the metal of the flat-bed.

He reaches down and grips your thighs. He holds you face-down like a wheelbarrow at the end of the truck, using your thighs to pull you back deeper, harder. You slide against the cold metal, your belly button clinking. Each thrust seems deeper than the last until he can't possibly fit any more of himself. He fucks you slowly, and you feel a knot forming in your core. You find yourself actively meeting his thrusts. He speeds up and you feel hotter, weaker, more desperate, ready to unravel. You're on the edge of climax when his hands tighten around your thighs and you're jolted back into him, harder than ever.

The tension in your core explodes all at once. As you see stars, you clench tight around him, your whole body tensing every few seconds. Then, as you're still riding guilty waves of pleasure, you feel him pulse violently into you, and you're pumped full of his hot cum. Michael breathes heavily in his mask. You lie there weak and deflated, catching your breath.

He shoves you almost all the way back onto the bed of the truck for safe keeping while he zips up. Your feet still dangle off and you're still face down. You hear a series of loud thuds as the truck dips under his weight. Michael stands still, feet straddling you. You finally flip over on your back and watch him loom over you. He crouches down between you and the cab of the truck. You lift your chest and head up and he grabs you under the armpits and drags you, leaving a snail trail of cum, until you’re up against the cab. He gently positions your legs so you’re in the same pose as the pin-up silhouette on the sticker.

Michael leaves the garage wearing Bo’s uniform. Your face is hot and your eyes well up, but you stay posed like that for some reason. After a few minutes, you hear rustling from the ground and finally leave the artful pose to get on your knees and peer over the side of the truck

Bo is alive. He squints up at you and brings his hand to the back of his head. "What happened, Darlin'?" You feel the strangest urge to take care of him.

#Michael Myers x You #House of Wax AU #michael myers smut #non-consensual #michael myers x reader #ifd2023 #ifdchallenge2023 #toxicanonymity ☠️#michael myers fanfic #bo sinclair fanfic #slasher fucker #slasher fanfiction

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hanighul · 1 year

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Sinclair Bros band au sketch dump (1/?)

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chubbyreaderchan · 11 months

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House of Wax AU where everything is the same except their mom was also a beautician and was obsessed with waxing hair so now all the dead towns people are bald head to toe.

#House of Wax AU #house of wax #bo sinclair imagine #bo Sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax imagine

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stat1cstarz · 9 months

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I’ve been inspired to write some Rockstar!Vincent Sinclair stuff, I’ve seen people draw him as Peter Steele, but I haven’t seen anyone write anything though

So please please please send in stuff

I’m dehydrated

#peter steele #house of wax au #vincent sinclair x gn reader #vincent sinclair smut #rockstar #type o negative #please send asks #he’s so hot #omg

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vincent-sinclair-deserved-better · 2 years

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concept I thought of while trying to fall asleep:

at college Vincent would always go to the library to study etc, and it just so happened that he sat at a table with another student - at first it was just kinda coincidentally a couple timea, until it just. became a thing. they never talked or interacted, didn't even sit across from each other, but they still just were there "together" in a way.

eventually, he disappears - as in, doesn't show up to the library anymore, and it takes some time for the other student to find out that he'd left college and returned home (since they didn't have any classes together).

however, one day they find a small package in front of their door, no name ir indication as to who put it there, and when they open it they find a candle and a small wax figure of their favourite mythical figure (or animal etc) that they'd been reading about or sketching when in the library.

on the bottom of both the name "Vincent" is carved in

so far so good, right?

...right?

(angst under the cut bc in this house we just can't have nice things)

I was trying to figure out a way to bring them to Ambrose and how Vincent would recognise them - like a necklace or something. but i wasn't sure if that would be possible to make from wax and kinda wanted to stick with that so... small figure. however, they wouldn't be carrying that around. and then i was like "he'd possibly recognise them based on look anyway"

and THEN my brain went "ok but what if Bo killed them already or Vincent just kinda doesn't care to keep them alive per se and more just to keep them around so-"

imagine them sitting at a table like in the library, leaning over a book or notebook. Vincent reaches over to brush their hair from their face/their cheek, looking at their profile and the tiny smile that pulls at the corner of their mouth, eyes fixed on the work before them for eternity.

he'd move most of the work he could do that didn't cause a mess or require a workbench there

it's about keeping the memory alive, a reminder of simpler happier times

#cylas speaks #why must i hurt myself so #how hcs #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax headcanon #house of wax 2005 #how 2005 #house of wax au #vincent sinclair college au #fanfic #slasher fanfic #slasher hcs #slasher fandom #sinclair hcs

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Couple of Dumbasses: Bo Sinclair x reader x Corey Cunningham

Warnings: edibles, bitches are already high.

A/N: it’s 4/20 why the hell not also this is like half of my experience with my first edible so yeah.

“Shhhh! We can’t be loud Bo’s gonna hear us.”

“I’m not being loud Core! You are!”

Bo raises a brow and walks into the kitchen seeing you and Corey giggling at one another.

“Why’re you two up?” Bo asks, both of you jump and look over at Bo.

“Hungry.” Corey says, he picks a chip from the bowl you two had in the counter and eats it. Bo looks at the clock on the stove and sighs. 2:16 am.

“Do these chips taste salty to you?” Corey asks you, your head nods slow but aggressively.

“Bo we’ve been wiggling for an hour.” You laugh and pop another chip in your mouth.

“Yeah? Why don’t you two come up to bed with me.”

You frown and look over at Corey who is focusing on eating another chip.

“Come on.” Bo walks over to both of you and grabs your hands pulling you up to the lofted bedroom. You and Corey trip over yourselves a few times before plopping onto the bed in a giggle fit. Corey lays on top of you and is whispering nonsense in your ear making Bo sigh.

“No, not doin’ this all night. Separate.”

You two whine and roll to opposite sides of the bed. Bo lays in the middle of you two and you two cuddle into him.

Then twitching starts. “Less than half of an edible for both of you Jesus fuck. The hell is wrong with both of you?”

“Just feels funny. My whole body feels like I’m on a boat.” You explain, then giggle and tap your fingers lightly on his chest. Corey plays with Bo’s fingers.

“Sometimes you look real stupid Bo.” Corey snorts and looks up at him. You laugh and nod in agreement.

“Yeah, make funny faces. I got some on my ph-one. Where’s my phone?” You feel around but don’t even try to get up. Your body feels heavy.

“Probably on the couch babe.” Bo replies. He closes his eyes. “I’m going to bed.”

“No!” You both yell, Bo’s eyes shoot open.

“We wanna talk to you… we love you so much Bo.” Corey mumbles. He buries his face in Bo’s neck and after a few minutes of silence Bo realizes you two are fast asleep. He sighs happily and closes his eyes.

Next time he’s just going to have to have some too. Or he can just have all of it and have both of you deal with him instead.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x corey cunningham #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #house of wax au #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader x corey cunningham

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damien-mlm · 1 year

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Arrival to Ambrose

Chris is on a tourist bus. After coming back to Huston to visit his father and sister's graves one last time, he decided to tour around the country trying to find a place where he could finally die quietly. Now, the bus driver is cursing and they are running out of gas, Lester spots them and leads them to Ambrose. All the tourists get off the bus and get immediately introduced to the town by Cande, an old friend he met in his last year of highschool, who was calling herself Courtney, and leads them to the House Of Wax for a small tour while the bus gets filled up with gas.

They meet when she is guiding the whole group around the house of wax, eventually it gets dark and the entire group decides to stay at the motel and take off in the morning.

Before he went with the group into the House of Wax, he approached Bo who was naturally blasting Manson. Chris had an idea and took out his earphones, asking Bo if he ever heard of Rammstein, since he likes hard rock too and Bo doesn't know of them. So Chris gives him one earphone to listen to and very deliberately chooses a specific song called Küss Mich.

Bo likes it and starts to gently headbang to the beat, when Chris just casually says “Kiss me”

"I beg yer pardon?" Bo asked

"Oh, it's the name of the song, it's in German though…"

"I see... 'S a good song, I'll give the band a try, er..."

"Chris, Chris Alba" he offers his right hand to shake and Bo takes it gladly, in a firm but friendly handshake.

"Nice meetin' ya, Chris. I'm Bo" they let go of each other's hands after lingering for a second. Making Bo notice a long, vertical scar on Chris' right wrist, barely covered by his snake tattoo.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bo" Chris says with a smile.

Before anything else could go down, "Courtney" was calling the group together to give everybody a tour through the House of Wax.

"Sorry, gotta go. I'll be seeing you around?" Chris asks, a brow raised, and a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sure thing, enjoy the tour" Bo answered, So this is what it feels to be sweet talked and smirked at by a random southern man? He thinks to himself

Thus, Chris peakes Bo's interest as he walks away. He can't help but to stare at the man's ass as he goes.

He texts Vincent to leave the goth dude to him.

So when the group starts to head to the motel, Bo approaches Chris and offers him to stay the night at the house, Bo is confused but also curious, and he wants to know more about Chris, so he offers him something to drink.

A beer, but Chris asks for whiskey and Bo gets even more interested at this. So they sit on the couch and start drinking, and boy Chris cannot hold his alcohol to save his life. Bo is pretty amused at this, and teases him about it, but you see, Chris is a sad drunk.

At one point he just blankly stares at the way and mutters to himself "I don't want to feel anymore..."

Bo heard this then glanced back at the scar he noticed earlier, so he asks Chris if he is okay.

Chris takes a shot of whiskey and after a long pause "I'm.... tired" he says, without looking up.

Bo knows exactly what he means, but plays dumb and offers to help him upstairs into the guest room, since Chris can barely stand on his own. Chris just holds onto Bo for dear life and lets him guide him upstairs.

At one point, Chris starts humming a song and Bo asks what it is that he is humming, so Chris starts to drunkenly sing a verse:

"I long to be like you

Lie cold in the ground like you

There's room inside for two

And I'm not grieving for you

I'm coming for you…"

Bo is... concerned? He doesn't know why, but he finds himself caring for this random depressed man. Eventually they reach the guest room and as Bo tries to lie Chris down, Chris doesn't let go, making him fall on top of Chris.

Bo is incredibly flustered and tries to get up, but Chris keeps holding onto him, "Please.... Stay..." he begs, Bo just stares into Chris's big sad eyes, looking like they are about to burst and is barely able to blurt out "I can't, I'm sorry" before leaving.

Bo leaves the room, and Chris cries himself to sleep, clutching the pendant on his necklace in his fist.

A few hours later, Chris wakes up in a haze, groggy and hungover, with sunlight beaming into the basement of the gas station from the little drain on the concrete floor of the station. He is strapped to The Chair.

Despite his situation, he calmly scans the room with half opened eyes, until he spots Bo standing across the room, smirking maliciously at him. Chris can't help but to look up and down at him, raise a brow and smirk himself, maybe this was his lucky day after all.

Bo is confused as to why Chris is not only calm as a clam, but smiling under the tape covering his mouth. Is he still drunk? Why is he not fighting against the restraints? Why isn't he trying to cry out for help? He can't for the life of him figure out the man he has strapped, and it frustrates him deeply.

Chris notices Bo's upset and starts to mumble underneath the tape.

Bo angrily stomps his way towards Chris, "Now, whatcha tryna say? Huh?!" He says in an elevated tone and snatches the tape from his mouth, hoping the pain would bring this insane man back to his senses.

"Ow~" Chris says, following it with a deep chuckle.

"What the fuck is wrong with ya?" Bo asks, his blood running hot, although he doesn't quite know in which way.

This only makes him the more confused as Chris calmly responds in a flirtatious tone "I know we had a connection last night but damn, at least take me out to dinner before tying me up, big boy"

Bo is not only confused and angry at this point, but also in disbelief, just what is going on in this man's head?

"An' here I thought I was the fucked up one…" he says as he grabs Chris by the hair and pushes his head back on the chair, holding him there

"... Or maybe ya don't quite understand the situation ya’r in…" he continued as he leaned into Chris' face with his signature sadistic smirk in his face, trying his best to hide the confusion and put up a more intimidating look in hopes of finally getting this man to break.

Chris looks up at him, without moving a muscle, and smiles softly, "Oh I know exactly what's going on, sugar. You seem to be the one who's confused" he said.

Bo is going insane, he must be. Not only he cannot figure this man out, nor scare him, but he also saw right through his facade this easy?

He pushes Chris' head into the chair with a frustrated grunt and turns away from him.

"Aw, don't look so let down, big boy. Here, I'll tell you a secret" Chris starts, and Bo turns back to look at his face, only this time he's keeping a small distance between them.

"You see… when you've longed for death for as long as I have, you don't complain once The Reaper finally shows up…" Chris says solemnly, a tinge of anguish in his voice, much like the night before.

Bo gazed at Chris' scar, then back at his face, "... And, honestly? I couldn't have asked for a better looking Reaper than you, sugar" he said, winking at Bo, who is more confused, yet deeply intrigued by the second.

He's only able to blurt out, "You're fucked in the head…" as he turns his face away again, trying to hide a rising heat creeping up his cheeks. Just, what is going on??

Chris cackles at Bo's reaction, "Well that's rich coming from a guy who has a collection of snuff Polaroids in his torture dungeon" he says, gesturing with his head at the wall covered in victim's pictures.

Bo scoffed at Chris’ remark, then left the room in a huff, slamming the door behind him. He stayed with his back to the door, trying to recollect himself from the madness he just experienced.

This Chris guy was more interesting than he originally thought, and he could hear him groan in frustration from inside the room, “Great! Now I can’t even get somebody else to kill me… way to go, me…”. Maybe he would keep Chris around for a while, see if he really meant all this or if he was just bluffing...

Well! I had this already so I decided to post it now 🖤✨

Tag list @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @moon-of-desire @allthingsblood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @texaschainsawslvt

Imma keep writting whenever I can 👀

#house of wax #slasher fandom #house of wax 2005 #oc #house of wax oc #house of wax au #grand trine au #bo sincair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x male reader #bo sinclair x chris alba #sinalba #chris alba

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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Only Louisiana Knows

@sketchy-rosewitch, here ya go! Let me know if you want a part 2!

A/B/O Sinclair Brothers x child!reader (platonic)

Contains: reader is not a wolf, mentions child abuse (not by brothers), kidnapper is a Hunter, injured reader, gore, blood, murder, not proofread

Lester was the one to notice something was wrong with you while driving towards Ambrose. He could smell it.

Though, out loud, it sounds odd and not good at all, but it’s true. He knew that the man sitting with you wasn’t the best man or the best father. He knew something was wrong when he saw bruises too big for your little body, and there’s not child-like wonder glowing in your eyes when he started talking to you about the swamp creatures. Lester didn’t like the way the man always eyeing your every move and how he glared at you whenever you answered a question. Lester didn’t like it one bit, and he knew his brothers wouldn’t, too.

He pulled up to the station and parked the truck. “I’ll let Bo know yer here.” He hops out of the truck and headed inside. It’ll be fast, he promises himself. He doesn’t want to leave you alone for long.

“Bo?” He called as he entered the front. “Ya here?”

“Yeah!” Bo answered. He was laying under a car with a light on. The radio on the bench was playing 80s rock. “Jus’ a sec!” He pushed himself out front underneath and stands, wiping his hands on his pants, turning the radio off. “Yes, Les?”

“We gotta ourselves a child beater,” Lester answered, stepping in the garage so you and your father don’t hear. In the corner, Vincent closes his sketch book and stands off his stool. He tilted his head a little and nodded Lester to go on. "He has a kid wit'im... a youngling."

Bo stiffened as he crossed his arms. "Did you see anything on the child?"

"Bo, you can smell it."

Bo lifted a brow then looked at Vincent, who shrugged, then back at Lester. "Le’me meet him. I bet I could figure him out." As soon as he finished saying those words, the bell to the door open and closed. The smell of burnt leaves and cedar filled the air, but the sweet scent of cherry and vanilla followed. "I'll be righ' there!" Bo shouted as he tossed the rag to the side. "Vince, head to the basement and listen close if I need ya."

He gets a nod from the other alpha and slips away towards the tunnels underground. He spares a glance before leaving, clicking the door behind him softly.

Lester led the way out as Bo followed, fixing his hat as he walked. Standing by the front door, Bo saw the man and tried to to recoil at the smell. Lester was right: it didn't smell right nor look good. He didn't like how the man kept the child close, and he didn't like how the kid didn't look at anything or tried to talk. What is the kid? Four or something? When he was that age, you could never shut him up! Still, Bo gave a nod at man along with a welcoming grin. If he could figure the man out and get him far away from the kid, that'll be the best for both him and the town. He doesn't want a child beater part of his mother's dream, her waxed pack.

"Apologies for the wait," Bo said. "What can I do for ya?"

"Car blew a flat," the man said. Shit, even the way he talks and the smell of his breath made Bo want to throw-up. "Me and my kid need to get going soon."

"Of course," Bo nodded. "Les? Get the keys to the tow and bring the car. I can see what I can do." He turned to the side and opened his arm. "I have some tires back here if ya wanna see 'em? Easier for you to pick, ya know?"

Lester takes the keys off the hook and looks back at Bo with a concerned look. Bo waved him off shyly, giving him the reassurance that everything will be okay. Bo wasn't going to do anything to the kid, to you.

You stood still as you hugged your stuffed gray wolf closer to your chest. The mechanic held out his hand towards your father and said, "Name's Bo."

"Harry," he shook Bo's hand. "Look, I don't mean to come off as a bother but--"

"No bother at all, sir," Bo flashed an award-winning smile. "Was just fixin' t'breaklines on a car." Then he turned his attention towards you. "Does jounir wanna sucker? I got som' lollies."

He seemed to be asking you and not your father, but you know better than to talk. As much as you want to say yes, you saw the glare form your father and shook your head. You didn't want to be more in trouble than you have to be.

"Okay, kiddo," Bo said, turning on his heels. "The kid c'n stay up here. Shop's too messy for a kid to be walkin' around." Then Bo turned to you and nodded at a chair. Gladly, you took your seat. After climbing up, sat your stuffed wolf, named Wolfie, next to you. Bo smiled slightly then turned back to your father. "Come 'is way."

As Bo and your father left, your legs dangled over the chair, so you started kicking in the air and hugged Wolfie.

He's not really your father, Harry. You know he's not because you were taken from your real parents as payment for something. But he turned around and burned them alive for drinking out of people's necks. You don't do that, but Harry doesn't believe that. He's been referred to as a "hunter", but he doesn't hunt deer or animals... well, he does hunt wolves and people that drink from necks.

It's confusing and hard to follow what he does, so you don't ask. In fact, you don't talk unless he tells you to. Maybe he's scared you'll tell people about the cross-bow in the trunk of his car or about the packets of wolf's bane hidden under the seat? Who's to say, really.

You made Wolfie dance over your knees when you heard your father yelling and something falling to the ground. You hugged Wolfie close to your chest as you slowly slipped off the chair and looked into the doorway. You saw harry with a wrench trying to hurt Bo while Bo...

Bo didn't look the same.

His shirt was ripped as fur stuck out. His blue eyes were brighter and burned in flames of anger. His face was getting longer and larger like his hands and fingers. You watched as his nails grew into claws like a bear as wolf ears poked out of his hair. He pushed Harry back with a long, black and brown tail. You heard his clothing tear and rip until there was nothing left. Bo wasn't a human. He stood tall and proud as a wolf... a werewolf.

You and your stuffie turned, and you bolted out the door as you heard his howl and an echo of a growl, but you didn't go far. You forgot to tie your shoes and tripped on the laces. You fell on face forward and tried to scramble to get away, but you felt a shadow creep over you. Looking up, you saw another werewolf with black thick fur, but it was miss half its face and ear. It looked down at you then leapt over your trembling body through the glass door window. You let out a scream and covered your head.

It's just a dream It's just a bad dream!

Then you heard Harry's cry of agony and death. You heard snarls and growls ripping through Harry’s skin. Then his gun fired, hitting one of them.

Before you knew it, you were scooped up by a large claw and carried away to the other side of the road. The one with one eye and ear placed you down and stood on all fours protectively, it’s fur standing.

Barking loudly, Vincent snarled as it glared forward. How fucking dare he come to his home, to his town, and threaten his family with a gun! It dared to harm you? Hurt you just for being there!? No. Not on his watch. He growled as Harry limped out of the station. He glared at you and the wolf and raised his gun—

“No!” You pushed through the other wolf and opened your arms. “Stop—!”

Stupid child.

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Lester bright the broken car home, but he was speeding the whole way through. He heard the gun shot clear as day and felt his heart tear apart. He pressed on the gas and drove until he couldn’t no more. He parked the car and leapt out of the driver’s seat. The transformation is normal painful, but he found through the pain and was running the rest of the way. He didn’t stop until he saw the child laying behind Vincent as Bo attacked the hunter from behind.

Lester could smell blood as soon as he raced down the gravel road. He watched as Vincent lunged at the man’s chest while Bo aimed for his throat. He heard the cracking of bones and skin ripping, but he didn’t see you move. He grit his teeth as he narrowed in on the hunter and jumped high enough to land on top of his arm.

You heard his body being torn apart violent until there was nothing left of him. You curled up into a ball and clinched Wolfie tighter as you started crying in the fur, flinching at their victory howls over the killed hunter, over Harry.

Lester pushed the body away and rushed towards the curled up child. His pants were ripped as changed back to normal. “Bo! First-aid, now!” He shouted as he slid on his knees next to you. “Kid? Kiddo!?” He glanced over his shoulder then back at you. Letting out a frustrated yell, he picked you up and ran into the station.

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was something soft and warm like fur. Looking up, you found the full-face wolf under you, sleeping soundly with its tail wrapped around you protectively. Panic surged through your body as you pushed yourself up for the wolf, waking it up in the process.

You fell on your back as burning pain from your leg grew like weeds in the summer. It shot up through your little body as you scrambled away from it. You put your arms around your head as you curled into a ball.

“Don’t hurt me! Please!” Fat tears fell from your eyes as you cried out, “Mama! Mama! Papa!” You knew your parents weren’t there anymore. Harry wasn’t there anymore. You were alone. Truly and forever alone. “Wolfe! Where’s-where’s Wolfie!?” Then you peeled through your hands and saw the half-faced wolf inching closer to you. “Papa! Papa, help!”

Bo’s ears lowered as a high-pitched whine escaped. He doesn’t whine. He never does. But hearing you call out for someone that’s gone… what did that hunter do to you? He didn’t like this one bit, but he knew what had to be done. You are a child, a kid… his kid. Vincent’s kid. Lester’s kid. Their child.

You heard nails tapping on the ground and pattering of paws coming closer to you. Then your arm was nudged by a nose. A dog's nose. you opened your eyes and met the brightest blue eyes and blackest fur you've ever seen. The werewolf lowered himself down onto his stomach and whimpered softly as he nudged your arm again. He digs his nose under your arm until your arm was resting on his neck. His blue eyes were hurt and sorry as if he felt your pain.

From behind, the other joined as well. The wolf lowered himself on the floor next to you and curled around you like like a dragon protecting its hoard, its tail covering you like a blanket. It whimpered like the other did as it came closer to you. It’s burning blue and green eye focused on you and your fears. How Vincent wished to take away your pain.

Lester’s feet hurried over the wooden steps but slowed when he saw his brothers and you together. He softened as he came towards the little pile, but slowed when Bo glared at him as if he did something wrong. So he knelt besides Vincent and offered a friendly smile. “Heya, sweetness,” his voice was so light and careful. “How ya feelin’?”

All he got from you was a chocked out sob and a cry.

“Yeah, I reckon much,” he sighed sadly. “But, hey, listen,” he made sure to move so you’re right in eye sight of him. “I patched up your stuffy an’ washed it good.”

“Wolfie?” You murmured hopefully.

He nods. “Yes. Wolfie is okay. Jus’ hang dryin’.” He looked between his brothers and back at you. “Do ya wanna sleep somewhere more comfortable? Made a bed for ya.”

“Wolfie?”

“Yes, little bit,” he chuckles. “Wolfie will be there.”

Bo nudged his head against yours as if he’s reassuring you. What else can you do? Nodding, you allowed Lester to pick you up. He was gentle enough so your leg doesn’t start bleeding.

Bo and Vincent followed Lester but stopped at the bottom of the steps. Mama never liked it when they went upstairs with dirty paws. Hold habits die hard with the Sinclairs. Vincent laid on his paws and watched as his little brother and you disappeared. Tonight was on him, and he’ll never forget it.

As the night went on, Lester didn’t leave your side. He slept at the old writing desk in the broken chair he knew throw out. Vincent stayed at the bottom of the steps and slowly came back to human with ripped clothing and torn shoes, maskless. The two stayed at the house with you while Bo took care of Harry.

He took his body and filled his ripped stomach with stones until it sank in the swamp with the gators. Before he did that, he took his hunter’s ring and notebook in his back pocket. The little black box was filled with names and addresses of other hunters, and that made Bo smile wide. He stood over the torn body and took a few photos to send to the hunter cove as a warning to stay away from Ambrose, but he hoped they came. He wanted blood for what he did to that child. He wanted their hearts in his jaw. Bo wanted to make them fear him—

Then he thought of you and how you curled closed to him. He thought about how small you were and how light and shy your eyes are. Bo sighs to himself and shakes his head. He’ll be a father a true father to you, but he’ll be damned if anyone came close to you. He sunk the body into the water and rowed back to shore. He stepped out and dragged the boat on land. He knelt down and washed the blood off his hands in the blessed swamp waters.

No one will find him. It’ll be between him, the swamp, and the other spirits that haunt these waters.

Only Louisiana and her ruby fields will ever know.

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ahmnom · 11 months

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Demon Bo and Vincent concept! Me and my lovely partner @shonkgobonk talked about the concept and this was my interpretation:)

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wispyhearts-heaven · 1 year

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Name: Jude Dempsey

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Demiromantic Pansexual

Age: 25

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Description:

5'10 (heels have to be at least three inches before she considers it an outfit)

curvy, hourglass figure

strawberry blonde hair

freckles (everywhere)

has two tattoos but wants to get more - rose vines on her arm and a massive snake amidst roses on her hip

Random facts:

gets killer migraines

is actually really quiet and content when you get to know her

If she doesn't have to go anywhere for the day? Oversized tee and bike shorts

closeted theatre kid

Don't ask her about her body count... either kind

can't legally drive a car

Want to thank everyone for the love (and chanting) and I'm so excited to join this cult: @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @rottent33th @bluecoolr @the-pinstriped-hood @kalid-raven @slasherscrybaby @allthingsblood @cries-in-latino @thesirenrealm @slaasherslut

(Hope it was okay to tag you guys xx🥰)

#house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax au #angels of ambrose au #the angels of ambrose au #my oc #jude dempsey #slasher fandom #wispywrites

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how-grand-trine-au · 1 year

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Alright last question! Chris could you please share your top 10 must listen to songs?

Chris took out an earphone to hear the question better, then his eyes lit up in excitement.

"Sure thing!" he said before grabbing a notepad and a pen to write the list down, thinking twice and scratching some of the songs.

"It's mostly Evanescence, though, I'm a big fan" he explained, handing you the scribbled piece of paper.

"Top 10 songs!! 1. Going Under, Evanescence

2. Wait and Bleed Circle, Slipknot

3. Küss Mich Angst, Rammstein

4. Like you, Evanescence

5. Part of me, Evanescence

6. Right now Did my time, Korn

7. Where is my mind, Pixies

8. Asleep, The Smiths

9. Missing, Evanescence

10. Field of innocence, Evanescence"

"I hope you like them!" Chris said with a shy smile before going back to listening to his music.

#house of wax #house of wax au #house of wax 2005 #chris alba #Chris speaks #grand trine au

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hanighul · 2 years

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Adult-only Patreon will include a bunch of sketches like this one that people can vote for me to work on, and these polls will be held on the first Saturday of every month :))

(🌺 Patreon coming November 1st 🌺)

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the-pinstriped-hood · 1 year

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Cat Tales

This is a story from the POV of the animals of Ambrose! Salem belonging to Ellie (@rottent33th) Macavity who is my OC's cat and Jonesy who is cannon.

The sound of a bell.

An adorable silver bell hung on a spiffy black cat collar around the neck of an incredibly handsome young cat like me.

Who am I?

The name's Macavity.

Remember it, otherwise you may just lose something that belongs to you.

I live in a small abandoned town called Ambrose. In the state of Louisiana.

I'm incredibly well cared for. Looking my best everyday, getting pampered whenever I please. The whole town is my kingdom. The earth shudders when I walk.

On this particular morning it was cold. Thank Bast for my big furry coat.

The sound of a can being opened. My favorite breakfast bell.

"Hey Mac! Breakfast!"

My humans. An interesting pair to say the least.

The cat trotted quickly down the wooden steps and into the kitchen bouncing gracefully up onto the tiled countertop.

Mom and Dad always did like to spoil me rotten. A small salmon filet and crab broth, my favorite.

The cat glances over at his human as they flirt together.

My father, Bo. His full name is Beauregard but he catches you calling him that and there's gonna be a real problem. Man gets into practically as much trouble as I do, but he's only got his eyes set on one lady.

And that's, my mother. Fathers Angel he calls her, her name is Percy, woman brought me in from a shelter when I was small, they were gonna put me down but mom wasn't having it.

Bo and Percy watched Mac eat as they grabbed their coffee and scooted into the living room.

Macavity licks his lips and shakes his furry coat then licks his paws.

Better go check how the others are fairing.

Macavity trots past his humans disappearing through the cat door on the front door.

Bounding down the steps into the quiet town it's always quiet, unless there's guests. They never last and I make myself scarce. Mom and dad are always coming home, licking each others wounds.

Don't know why and I personally don't care.

"Mr. Macavity!"

I look up. The new kid. Salem. Dad's brother brought him home one rainy day. Thought I'd have competition for affection, I already get enough of that with Jonesy.

"Hey Salem…" I trotted through the Sinclair Mason dog door and into the kitchen. The sleek black cat hopped down from the windowsill. "Good morning Mr. Macavity!"

The kids bright. But not too bright. Rather naive about the dark underbelly of this town. "Let's go visit Miss Jonesy! She's home again from her travels! She probably has new stories to tell!"

"Where's Ellie?"

"Mom's out in the garden and Dad's at work. Maybe we can go see him!"

"That wouldn't be a good idea, kid. The last time we stepped foot in the waxworks you got your paw stuck in a sculpture."

"Oh yeah….let's go visit Miss Jonesy!"

The two cats bounded back through the dog door and down the street towards the old cabin in the woods.

This old place. The youngest of the three brothers lives here. Him and his Lady, Ava.

The head of a beautiful pitbull lifted her head. "Well well, now what exactly do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Macavity?"

"Business as usual. Kid wants another story….."

"That so, well." Jonesy picked Salem by the nape and carried him inside where it was warm, plopping him down on the bed. Macavity joined them. "You sure you don't mind, Jo? Hate to intrude…"

Jonesy snorted. "You? Intrude? Never." She rolled her eyes, dragging a plate over and nosing the fridge open for the carton of milk. "Now I may not have opposable thumbs but I am a hostess through and through, sweetpea." She grabbed the jug handle gently with her teeth and served a small saucer of milk for Macavity and Salem. "Thanks Jo."

"Anytime Darlin'."

And that's how I spend my days. When I'm not getting into trouble at least.

Tag: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @angxlslasher @cries-in-latino @coppasulfate @kalid-raven @texaschainsawslvt

#House Of Wax AU #the angels of ambrose au

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