I’ve always enjoyed the idea of Vincent falling in love with one of his wax statues :)
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I’ve always enjoyed the idea of Vincent falling in love with one of his wax statues :)
Dump pt2
Ft Sinclair sisters and Paris Hilton
Slashers S/O falling asleep on them
A/N: Just a quick little drabble of me fantasizing about our favourite slashers. I am still working through requests so please don't think I am ignoring you guys! They are coming :)
Sinclair Brothers x kid reader when?!
Part 2 here
Maybe your parents wanting to have a "family trip",and your car breaking down in the middle of the road. Of course,they start screaming at eachoter,blaming the other instead of trying to fix the problem. So you start wandering. You're just a kid,but you already learnt when it's time to quietly leave the adults be,and you learnt it the hard way.
You then see a truck approaching. It stops in front of your parents,the car window lowering to reaveal a strange man,wearing old dirty clothes and looking even dirtier. He offers to take your parents to the nearest town,a place called Ambrose,and they reclutantely accept. Your father does a small run to grab you before getting on the truck,almost as an afterthought,while your mother doesn't seem to care. For a second,you think the man driving the truck notices and sends a glare towards your mother,but you quickly forget about it once you see his dog. He smiles as he sees you staring at his four legge friend. "Her name is Jonesy." He says,smiling as you pet her on the head,ignoring your mother whisper-yelling at you to not touch that dirty mutt. This time,you're sure you see the man's jaw clenching and his fist tightening on the steering wheel,but you ignore it. He later tells your parents his name is Lester,while you're still absorbed in petting the dog. After a few hours,he dropped you all off near Ambrose,as promised. You smile widely at him and wave before your mother drags you away,and he waves back.
The meeting with another man,Bo,is much less pleasant for you. He starts flirting with your mother and she,damn her,flirts back. This puts your father in a rather sour mood,and he starts manhandling you a bit more roughly than usual,leaving bruises on your arms. You don't say anything about it thought,as to not anger him more. The guy thought,seems to not like this very much,but doesn't comment on it.
Fast forward after you visited the wax museum,because of course your parents dragged you in despite the 'closed' sign on the door. You saw the man,Bo,and another bigger man wearing a mask attack and take your parents. You hid in a closet as they searched for you,the one that flirted with your mother calling out for you to come to him in a tone of mocking comfort.
You left the closet and started running. You found a old wall of wood with a small hole,probably started by rats and increased in size by umidity and time. You manage to squeeze in there just before the masked man appears at the end of the corridor.
Great. Now you're in the walls of a family of murderers. Just great.
You're able to navigate pretty well in there,your small form fitting trought the space between walls,and you start to search for other holes you can see or move throught. Thank god the place isn't particullary well-kept,so you're able to find some or break new ones with a rock you found when neither of the men are whitin ear-shot.
That also has its downsides,of course. You witness the murder of your mother by Bo trought a crack in the wall.
You witness the masked men,who you heard the other call "Vincent" turning your father into a new wax figure.
You witness it all,but can't do anything about it.
And no matter how hard you try,you can't think of a way to escape. You can't just steal a car and drive away,you're a child,you'd crash immediately,and you surely can't outrun them or survive alone on the road,if you would even be able to reach the road at all without a knife in your guts.
So you just...stay hidden. And after a while,they stop looking for you,maybe assuming you died.
You steal food from their fridge and warm clothes from their clostes whenever they aren't around. They start to pick up on it. And the only one that could be doing this? The only person that they weren't able to kill,and so could still be there with them,in their house.
That damn kid.
Weirdly enough,none of them try to find you. It becomes sort of a lifestyle,you stay hidden and steal what you. need,and they just...let you.
And if while going downstairs at night to grab a beer Bo heard small,rushed footsteps and saw a small body running away from the fridge and into a hole near the corner of the room,struglling to fit and getting cut on the sharp edges...no,he didn't notice anything.
And the fact that a few days after all the breaks in the walls are significantly larger and have smoothed sides isn't his and Vincent's doing at all.
Or if Vincent starts noticing some of his art supplies,mostly pencils and paper,misteriously dissapear,well,he's too busy to notice it. And he has plenty anyways,so...
It all changes on a normal day. A morning like any other,at breakfast.
Bo notices an eye staring at them as they eat,hunger so clear it's almost patethic. He gets up with a frustrated sigh,rolling his eyes as the eye steps away from the wall silently. He bangs on it. "Come out,kid,there's extra eggs". Nothing a first. Then small footsteps and an even smaller,almost scheletric body sliding out of the same hole near the corner it had cut itself so many nights ago,now fitting easily trought.
He serves you some eggs,and you pratically inhale them. It's the first warm meal you've had in so long...
You don't go back in the walls anymore. They don't let you. You mostly stay near Vincent,much calmer than Bo and his anger issues,drawing or helping him with the wax figures if you can.
You occasionaly help Bo with the cars,too,or go on a trip with Lester for some fresh air. He and Jonesy seem to really like you,and the feeling is reciprocated.
And at the end of the day, they all know that there are now 4 Sinclair brothers.
This came out WAY longer than I thought it would lol
Bo and Vincent Sinclair headcanons
(some NSFW, most not) Masterlist
BO:
Is a sucker for a good massage. He comes home after a long day, tired and all stressed out from victims, all he needs is your hands on his shoulders and back, reaching all the places his hands couldn’t.
TWO PRETTY BOYS
vincent & bo sinclair x male reader
authors note: So I got this request, but it had two different ideas and because I liked them, I decided to break them up into two different posts (also it makes organization much more easier.) It's relatively short because I didn't know what else to add and I thought it felt right, so in my eyes it's kinda a head cannon.
You probably should’ve cared more. Most people would’ve been screaming, throwing chairs, and running for their lives the moment they realized Trudy’s wax figures weren’t mannequins at all. But you? No. You took one look at the “wax museum of horrors” situation and then immediately got distracted because, well, Vincent was unfairly gorgeous and Bo had the kind of southern drawl that made you want to sin twice before church.
When Bo cornered you first, eyes gleaming with mischief like a wolf about to bite, you should’ve been terrified. Instead, your brain betrayed you with, “Wow, he’s pretty when he’s angry.”
“Y’know most folks don’t stick around once they see what we do ‘round here.”
You gave him a half shrug. “Most folks don’t have cheekbones like yours. Kind of unfair, really.”
You caught the twitch of his lips like he was fighting back a grin, and that only encouraged you more.
All three brothers fuck so differently, it keeps you on your toes
Lester is like a jack rabbit. He humps you with the desperation of a dog in heat. His face pressed into you- hot breath fogging up the windows of his truck while it rocks it off its wheels. He's talking a mile a minute about anything and everything until you shove some part of yourself into his mouth to quiet him. His moans are muffled while he spills out all over the seat.
Vincent is a whimpering mess underneath you- completely moldable to your will. He needs you to have your way with him- being as hard or as gentle as you want. He's durable and willing to please: your own personal fuck toy. His hands are all over you- memorizing every curve and dip of your body. He's kissing away the accidental scratches and bruises he leaves- he doesn't mean to grasp so roughly, he just needs to make sure you're not a dream.
Bo alternates between passionate hip rolls and pounding you so hard, you wonder if he's mad about something. He absolutely needs to hear praises or he'll stop mid pump and leave you begging to be finished off. It's like trying to fuck in the middle of a tornado. He's spinning you around constantly to get different angles. Usually some part of you is tied up, and he only moves the gag in your mouth to hear you talk. Don't complain that you're tired or in pain- that only makes him go harder/faster.
Vincent Sinclair dating headcannons:
This is 100% SFW - Feel free to request lovelies
Vincent wouldn't trust easily at first - thinking it's all an act to stay alive, while desperately hoping it's real!
I feel like he would be drawn to artistic and creative people - his favourite dates would be those silly TikTok art trends where you both work on artworks or simply create together
This man LOVES parallel play
Will 100% give you the sweater off his back if you were cold - he smells like wax, vanilla, and cigarettes (Thanks to Bo)
I feel like Vincent would get jealous easily - he's rather insecure, and given the complex relationship between him and Bo, he would get jealous if s/o was close with Bo ->, not so much with Lester
You and Vincent would live together in his workshop
I feel like Vincent would try to keep the gore away from you, often sending you with Lester when visitors come into the town
He would make wax roses and flowers for you!
The time you call him Vinny, this man melts so fast
I feel like Vincent likes classical music -> often wanting to dance with you
Communication can be hard - Vincent will shut down and isolate when upset
He won't show you his face for a long time - but given you're allowed to explore the town, church, and wax museum, you know about his and Bo's surgery - when he finally does show you his face, he is an anxious mess hiding behind his hair, hands shaky -> when you react kindly, cooing at him, he melts
He likes thighs... his favourite thing to do is to lie his head in your lap
I feel like the way you'd survive in the first place is how you react to:
The Wax museum - treating his and his mother's works with respect
Not being startled when he appears from behind you
shows art appreciation or having a sketchbook with you - Bonus points if you're soft and nurturing! Once he decides he wants to keep you - he literally shields you from Bo - Bo eventually gives up yelling about how you're his responsibility
At first, you'll be kept on a short leash, but in time, Vincent grows to trust you and lets you do as you wish in town
Gives you some of his mother's jewellery (I believe all Sinclair brothers would do this for you)
You're always encompassed in his art - when he's not working on victims or wax sculptures, he's painting and sketching you
He's always the little spoon