#house of wax au

[small-sinclair]

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.

[ahmnom]

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

[toxicanonymity]

Michael 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.

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. 

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. 

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.  

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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.  

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[urban-jester]

semi-quickly done drawing of what Beauregard looks like under that mask of his

[chubbyreaderchan]

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.

[stat1cstarz]

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

[sketchy-rosewitch]

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.

[wispyhearts-heaven]

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🥰)

[small-sinclair]

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.

[ahmnom]

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

[jokesonyouimfruity]

Might as well put this here while I have it on my mind

Did some practice and actually liked the outcome

Definitely mistook him for roadkill, yapping his ear off as he drags him around the woods and town

[urban-jester]

the inevitable document writing phase for this au is underway (also au name reveal ig)

[peachyvillian]

HALLOWEEN THEMED ART AHHH!!!!!! AHHHHH!!! could not finish sparrow or lark in time so sorry. but the kiddads as horror/spooky stuff i enjoy!!! grant as brahms, nick as ghostface, terry as lestat, lark as leatherface (SPECIFICALLY thomas hewitt) and sparrow as vincent from house of wax!!!

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Afternoon Father: Bo x priest!reader (or can be read as an oc)

+18

Warnings: reader is amab, Mentions of being killed, Homophobia, Religious symbols and mentions (no shit), using religious materials wrong :), OOC Bo, PinButt ;), Sex

A/N: Told y’all I was going to hell. ;(

Foot steps come down the small hallway and into the Sacristy as you begin to disrobe and hang your garments. The church was quiet moments ago, everyone left for the town’s Sunday potluck. All you had to do was change and you’d be out to join the others soon.

You turn to see Bo and your stomach drops. Even though you’re in your cassock you felt naked in front of him. He just had that affect. Bo leans against the doorway, smirking.

“Afternoon, Father.” He says, you swallow and fold your hands.

“Good afternoon, Mr.Sinclair.”

“Welcome back to Ambrose.” Bo walks into the room and looks around at the minuscule amount of decorations.

“Thank you, I have to ask now, what are you doing back here? Shouldn’t you be flirting with the single moms outside.”

Your tone comes out almost bitter, it makes Bo laugh.

“Ain’t you supposed to be nicer now?” There’s the same bite in Bo’s tone. You look down a little ashamed at how you sounded.

“Sorry.”

“Anyways, I’m back here cause I know we won’t get a chance to talk out there.”

You look at him and cross your arms. “I hope this isn’t about past relations Mr. Sinclair. I made a vow, I intend on keeping it.”

Bo rolls his eyes.

“Well?” You raise a brow, watching the way Bo shifts slightly, confidence faltering. Something only you could notice. You sigh and your arms drop to your sides. You can’t look at him. You quietly close the door incase someone happens to walk into the church. “Bo, that was high school and it was wrong then. It still is wrong now, it’s even worse now actually. I don’t know why you think coming in here would change anything.”

Bo’s jaw clenches, you heart aches. You want him so badly, wanted him for so long. Everyone around you thought being gay was wrong. You didn’t think so, no not at all. It was all love. Love that wasn’t hurting anyone. It was so ingrained in you, you felt the only way to get rid of this feeling was to become a priest and stay away from the source.

Yet here you are. Back in Ambrose, standing in front of the source himself.

“Bo..”

“You leave here without me. Then come back how many fuckin’ years later and expect me to act like nothin’ happened? I don’t give a shit that you’re a damn priest. Wouldn’t change a damn thing we’re both still goin’ to hell!”

Silence crashes down into the room. You wanna puke. Your chest hurts, like Bo himself is putting pressure on it. It’s not the going to hell that was ever your problem. It was being found out, being ridiculed, beaten, and killed. You and Bo could’ve easily ran away. He’d be leaving his brothers though and you couldn’t bear the thought of tearing a family apart because of your selfish desires that were deemed wrong by society.

You look Bo in the eyes, practically glaring at him. “We can’t run away, we’re adults.” You say firmly.

“We don’t gotta, ain’t no one suspecting a thing from us. Just a small secret s’all.” Bo carefully walks up to you. You look into his blue eyes, the way they crinkle, crows feel becoming evident. You can’t help but smile at him. Not a toothy grin just one with your lips.

“I just don’t want anyone getting hurt.” You confess, Bo takes your face in his hand.

“Think I’m gonna let that shit happen?”

You shake your head.

“Damn right.”

Bo leans in and kisses your lips. You kiss back, your fingers running through his curly brown hair. You bite lightly sucking his lip and feeling His hands make his way to your cassock, messing with the buttons. He lets go of your lips for a second and glares at you. “So many buttons, what the hell.”

You let out a breathy laugh, covering your mouth and shaking your head. You slide out of the garment when he has it halfway unbuttoned.

A tent forms in your pants. You groan and adjust yourself. The brown haired man smirks and grabs it himself. “Bo!”

You look down at his hands and get flustered. He rubs you through your dress pants, you cover your mouth and your eyes rollback. Your body leans against the table in the middle of the room, other hand grabbing the edge of it.

Bo unbuckles your belt, then unzips your pants. He pulls your cock out and holds it, sliding his thumb over the slit. You moan at his touch, little bits of precum leak out, he swipes your cock again and wipes it across your lips. You pick his thumb.

Bo pulls down his pants his cock springs out.

“You gonna fuck me with that Mr. Sinclair?” You gather saliva in your mouth and it drools onto his dick. You grab it and pump it a bit, he lets out a small growl.

“Plannin’ on it Father.”

You two watch your hand slide against his, small gasps of air leave him. “You shouldn’t hold back, it’s gonna make this whole encounter invalid.” You smirk, the curly haired man growls.

“This ain’t a fuckin’ confession.”

“Was earlier.” You quip, Bo let’s put a scoff and grabs your chin to kiss you again. You loosen your grip and he takes his moment to turn you around and bend you over the table.

“Got anythin’ to loosen you up?”

You furrow your brows trying to think. “Cabinets, some holy oil.”

Your cock twitches at the thought of using something so holy in such a sinful way. Bo’s weight comes off of you and he’s quick to find the oil, he slams the opened glass bottle by your face. You let out a small mewl at Bo’s oiled finger prodding at your hole. He slides it in, pumping it in and out. You relax so it doesn’t hurt as much. “Feels good..” You mumble, Bo chuckles.

“Gonna feel better when I shove my cock in you.”

Your dick twitches again, you tighten around his finger.

“You like that didn’t you?”

You nod. He pulls his finger out and grabs the oil again, dripping some on your hole and some on his hand, he pulls his cock a few times then lines up. “Gonna relax for me Daddy?”

Your eyes go wide. “YeAh.”

Bo let’s put another laugh, teasing his cock head against your bud. “Come on Bo. Put it in me.” You get impatient and look back at him, he’s still smirking and he shrugs at you, sliding in slowly, then back out, then back in putting in a few inches at a time, until all of him pops in you.

“Fuck you feel good. So tight. Fuckin’ Virgin.” Bo moans. You nod your head.

“Feel good. You feel so good stretching me.” You grab the edge of the table with both of your hands, feeling as he rubs your hips with his before finally gripping them, he slides out and then starts a rough pace. Skin slapping against skin.

“Ah! Bo! Oh please!” Your eyes roll up, his hips rut into your ass.

“Ass is so nice Daddy. You like me fucking it?”

You nod, Bo fuck harder. Moans coming out so loudly from both of you. You didn’t even care if the whole town heard at this point. Drool drips from your mouth, you whine more. Your cock twitches as you feel him hit your prostate over and over again.

Your body shakes. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum Bo!”

“Cum for me. Come on. So I can cum in a Priest’s ass.” Bo groans, he moves so you two are standing up and fucks up into you. You let out a groan and cum shoots from your cock. Your vision becomes white as your hips buck into nothing. Cum manages to get on the floor and your stomach, Bo doesn’t stop until he cums too. Filling your ass up. He lets a groan out of his mouth, feeling out some cum leaks out of you.

“Bo?”

He looks down at you realizing you two fell to the floor. “Gotta get this cleaned up.” You mumble, moving Bo’s sweaty hair back to its original gelled place.

He looks around at the mess you two made. “Right..”

Bo pulls out of you and stands up grabbing paper towels from the sink near by and starts dabbing at the places where your cum went. You only wipe your cum off you before putting in your boxers and dress pants, getting put together enough so it doesn’t look like you and Bo fucked.

You tuck in your shirt and fix your hair. Bo comes up to you already dressed again too and kisses your forehead. “We’re gonna be okay.” Bo mumbles, you nod.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

[wispyhearts-heaven]

Hi Jude! My dear friend Scarlet was telling me about you, so I wanted to send you a warm welcome to our little community of friends!

I hope you find yourself in Ambrose sometime so we can meet face to face! Do you like arts and crafts? Maybe we could do some?

Regardless, Be Safe, in your line of work you can never be too careful!

- Ellie <3

Oh hello, doll. So you're the lovely Ellie! I have to discuss with my... benefactor but I'd love to come visit you and the lovely folk in Ambrose. I'll have to wrap up this last job for the year though.

I think you'll find I certainly enjoy arts and crafts... many of mine involve rope but I'm sure painting is absolutely on the cards too. I do love using my hands.

Thank you for your well wishes, doll. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long!

Sincerely,

- Jude 💋

[small-sinclair]

Could you write Bo x insecure S/O (but like super duper extra fluffy). Idk why but Soft Bo is legit the best and not enough ppl write him like that.

Headcanons or dabbles - anything would be great, I trust that you know best. Anyways, thank you xoxo

Hewos! Hope you like vampires🩵

Bo x plus size fem!y/n

Contains: blood, biting, killing, she/her pronouns used, body shaming (not from Bo), not sure if I like the ending

Welcomed readers: @fluffy-little-demon, @sketchy-rosewitch, @lovely-cryptid

Bo POV:

Bo watched carefully as the new group in town moved through the streets. They were calling out for someone, but wax doesn’t talk back… it never has talked back unless you listen carefully. Still, Bo watched from the shadows in his black suit and tie, his fingers fidgeting with his father’s sun ring. He was busy thinking who was dead, who was art, and who was food.

Then Bo saw her in knee-high jean shorts, bright yellow t-shirt with cute butterflies on it, and a ball cap over her hair. The breeze carried her scent, and it sent shivers down his spine; he found her.

He found his wife.

Reader POV:

As soon as you and your friends entered the House of Wax, a smile crossed formed. Not was the air conditioner running at high to beat the heat, but there was a stair case made out of wax. The art was beautiful and bright, and it was paused in the 70s style.

“Y/n, wait!” You turned your head at Liza. “Look! It’s you!” She and her boyfriend started snickering as she pointed at a pig’s head on the table. “They knew you were coming!”

You hugged yourself as you shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, funny, Liza.” You move farther into the museum and looked at the waxed bookcase. “All of this is made with wax,” you whispered to yourself.

“Bet you wished it was made outta chocolate!” Marty, Liza’s boyfriend, laughed, his friends joining you.

You bit back your tongue and kept looking at the art and pieces. Under you, the floor creaked and cracked.

“Hear that?” One of his friends whispered, making you pause. “Oh, it’s not an earthquake— it’s just y/n walking around!”

Guess we know what broke the camel’s back.

You spun on your heels and hurried towards the door to find that mechanic—

When you opened the door, you bumped into a strong chest and stumbled back. You looked up to see a man dressed all in black with smoothed back from grease, and you could smell smoke and oil over his clothing, but it had a old country boy feeling to it.

He was startled that you were running out as soon as he was about to lay out his words for you in sugar, that was until Liza shouted, “Look out for Rhino!” Then they laughed you out, pushing past him and took off to the car shop.

He looks between your run and at the group. As much as he wanted to rip out all of their throats with his teeth, he decided against it. Instead, he put his fingers in his mouth. His whistle echoed throughout the building, and it silenced the laughter. Their eyes looked at him as he loosened his tie and pulled down his cuffs. His ocean blue eyes shimmered as they faded to a burning fire red, eyes twitching in anger. How dare they say that about you…

His boots echoed as he walked into the room. He turns, closes the door, and locks it. “Vincent!” Bo snapped, jolting the group’s shoulders. He takes off his jacket and throws his tie. His red eyes burned brighter, a snarl leaving him as he watched the group coward away.

As soon as he saw Vincent, he felt his fangs showing. “Now, we don’ take kindly t’folks like yourself.” As he talked, his boots echoed as he walked towards the group. They looked like cowardly sheep by the way the moved closer together. Bo could’ve laughed at the way the bigger one was trying to protect Liza. “Be a shame, though. To waste good food lik’ yer-selfs.”

“You’re-you’re a—“

“Aw, sweetheart,” Bo hummed, his drawl heavy as he and his brother corner the group. “Vampires lik’ us are rare. So… consider you lucky to see us.”

Vincent placed a hand over the mouth of one three men and lifted his mask. Long, pearly fangs showed before his bit down hard on his neck. Bo smiled as their screams echoed.

Let the games begin.

***************

You were crying in the church next to the waxed statues in the pews. You found out that they were bodies real fast, but you didn’t seem to care much as your cries echoed around the church. You didn’t know how long were you crying in a ball behind the casket. You heard the whispers and murmurs on the tape reply twice already.

Then you hear the door open and boots clicking towards the casket. “Darlin’?” The man called. “Darlin’? Ya in here?” He didn’t wait for you to answer as he rounds the coffin and finds you curled into your lap crying. He frowns and sits next to you. “Now, why is a beautiful creature like you cryin’?”

“I’m-I’m not beautiful,” you cried. “I’m fat and ugly and-and—“

“An’ t’right size to show some lovin’,” he interrupted, saying those words like it’s a fact.

“You’re just saying that to-to be nice,” you sniffled. “You don’t mean it.”

He chuckles and leans back on his mother’s coffin. “Nah, honey. Can’t lie in front of my mama.” You glanced at him, and your eyes grow wide as you saw his hands and neck covered in dried blood. “Mama didn’t raise a liar,” he drawls. “I swear to ya, honeybee,” he glanced at you and flashed you a smile. His white canine s longer than normal… but you weren’t afraid. “I think ya t’prettiest thin’ I’ve ever seen. Shit, ya put ol’ Ms. Ambrose to shame.”

You laughed at his comment and shook your head. “Bet you charm all the ladies.”

“Yeah, I do,” he answers, “but I reckon I found myself an angel righ’ here.”

You look at him up and down. “Are you… flirting?”

“Am I doin’ good?” He leans forward and looks up at the altar. “I hope ‘m doin’ good.” He looks around and sighs softly. “I bet you saw the people…”

“The waxed graves?” You wiped your eyes. “Yeah. But it doesn’t scare me. I just… just needed to cry. Besides,” you lowered your eyes, “I’m a rhino.” Then you rolled your eyes. “And a southern vampire is going to kill me.”

Bo shook his head and moved to be kneeling in front of you. He took both your hands and said, “Darlin’, what do you want?”

“What—?”

“What do I need to give ya?” Bo asked again. “The stars? Moon? Shit, ‘ll give ya my dead-beating heart! Anythin’ just to see ya smile.”

“How about your name?” You asked, feeling how sticky his hands were from blood.

“Bo,” he said, bringing up your hand and kissed it. “Bo Sinclair.”

“Y/n,” you said, smiling. “I’m y/n.” Then your smile fell. “You going to kill me now?”

He shakes his head. “Be a shame if I did.” He stands and offered you help. “Wanna take you home, sugar. Wanna show you off to every person an’ my brothers. You’re just so damn cute an’ beautiful.”

You looked at him and the blood on his chin. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate as you took his hand. “I’ll treat you so right everyday.”

“Everyday?”

Your hopeful eyes, your voice… Bo is falling apart for you so fast. “I swear to ya, y/n. Now, come on— Vince’s wanna t’meet ya.”