#but i figured thatd be hard to draw with her hat on

[unidentifiedflyingorganism]

👒 Ana joins the party! 👒

[f1nalboys]

Okay i just read your abused kid being adopted by the sinclair bros and i loved it so much 😭😭

I just had a thought tho; Vincent is worried about kid playin in the dirt and whatnot and Bos like "i heard dirts good for kids,builds up their immune system" then you just hear in the background "look uncle les i made a bone charm!!" While holding up bones bracelet. 😭 oh thatd be so cute.

GOD THIS WAS SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL??? I had to make a little drabble for it :,)

based off of this fic of mine

WORD COUNT: 759

WARNINGS: fluff, domestic shit, vincent bo and lester are good parental figures

Vincent glances at the calendar taped to the wall and grins. The date was circled in red, three exclamation points inside; it was the anniversary of when they had gotten you. He finishes washing his hands, drying them on the mostly-clean hand towel before opening the fridge and pulling out a plate of brownies.

He had made them yesterday with your help and had practically guarded the fridge through the night to make sure Bo didn’t sneak some. Jonesy walks through the kitchen, kissing Vincent’s cheek as he bends down to pet her. He laughs, something he’s been doing more over this last year.

“Vince? Kid’s been asking for ‘ya.” Bo’s voice drifts in from the living room and Jonsey bounds off towards him, her tail wagging. “Hiya, girl. Your daddy out there?” Bo walks into the kitchen, his hat in his hand and a grin on his face.

“Hey. You look happy.” Vincent signs, smiling at the sight. He was mask less, per your request, and something about seeing his brother be a tad bit more comfortable in his skin gave Bo another reason to smile. Vincent puts the brownies on the table, swatting at Bo’s hand when he reaches for one. “No! They get first dibs and you need to wash your hands.”

Bo groans, throwing his head back like a child. Vincent rolls his eyes, throwing his arm over his brother's shoulder and leading him out of the kitchen. “Stupid damn rule. The kids covered in dirt.” One look out the front door confirms this. You and Lester were sitting in the road, dirt covering your clothes and hands as you sifted through a collection of rocks, bones, and other random bits that Lester had found.

“This ones so cool Uncle Lester! It looks like a shark's tooth!” Vincent doesn't even attempt to fight back his smile. You hold up a piece of bone that really did look like a shark's tooth and Lester nods his head, grabbing a matching rock.

Vincent never thought something like this could happen. The thought of him raising a kid alone, let alone with his brothers, had never seemed plausible. And yet here you were, a year with them, turning into a pretty damn cool kid. A well rounded one, who loved baking and drawing with Vincent, cooking and working on cars with Bo, and going on drives and whittling with Lester.

“Look, guys! I can carve this into a charm and add them to the necklace,” You say, showing the three men a handful of small bones, each with a distinct shape. Bo lets out a soft laugh, leaning against the doorframe.

“You and that damn necklace eh?” Bo says and you grin, sticking your tongue out at him. Lester lets out an ‘oooh’ as Bo gasps loudly, stomping over to you and putting you into a (gentle) headlock. You were squealing with laughter, swinging your arms wildly to get him off of you when Lester grabs Bo’s arms and pins them behind his back.

Bo grunts as Lester twists his arm slightly. “Go! Get inside, I’ll hold him off!” Lester calls and you listen, sprinting into the house, barely giving Vincent a ‘hi.’ Bo gets out of Lester’s grasp fairly easily, pushing the younger man flat on his ass before running into the house behind you. He was laughing hard, a sound Vincent was really beginning to enjoy.

Lester recovers quickly and runs in, Vincent trailing behind him, and he lets out a laugh at the sight. Bo had caught you and was holding you upside down by your feet, shaking and holding you over the couch. “Apologize for being a bully!” He yelled, one hand coming down to tickle your sides.

You erupt into giggles, squirming under his grip to try and get away. Eventually you let out a giggly ‘sorry, Uncle Bo!’ and he drops you onto the couch. “Alright, alright, everyone go get cleaned up. Dinners done and I’m letting you guys have a brownie before because I’m nice.”

“Thanks Uncle Vincent!” You yell, jumping up off of the couch and wrapping your arms around his waist, giving him a big hug before running off upstairs towards the bathroom. The men stay silent until they hear you close the door behind you. Bo turns around, grinning at Vincent.

“Yeah, thanks Uncle Vincent!” Lester snickers, going into the kitchen to wash up. Vincent gives him a forced smile, flipping him off which earns a snort.

“No brownie for you, then, asshole.”

“Oh come on! I was kidding!”