#never thought he'd do it -> he as in ambrose /// could help them more -> them as in beatrix

[averlym]

from this post by @caligulas--aquarium

(if she keeps this up, she might even get a real desk!)

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Hi, I just read your hcs about reader struggling with anxiety and depression, it was really great! I am also sorry you're going through tough times rn, I really really hope you'll feel better soon. Tbh I've been going through something myself and reading the Sinclair brothers' hcs, it reminded me of an idea I've wanted to eequest for a long while. I would like to request for the Siclair brothers (separately) x gn!reader headcanons where the reader struggles with mental health issues, but since they don't really leave Ambrose they can't get to their medication. How would they approach the brothers about it, would they hide it, how would the brothers react, you know.

Of course you can work on this when you feel like it, if you're not feeling like it with what's going on in your life. Or scrap the idea altogether, or add whoever you want. Thank you so much for letting me get my thoughts out tho <3 You are valid. You are loved. You are seen.

thank you for the kind wishes, i do appreciate it :) i tried to keep this relatively inclusive as to what exactly reader is suffering from but some stuff may be a lil specific. and don't worry, writing helps distract me so i'm happy to do this <3

SINCLAIR BROTHERS x GN! READER WHO NEEDS THEIR MEDICATION

BO SINCLAIR

You absolutely tried to hide it at first. How could you not?

Bo wasn't exactly... understanding about that kind of thing

I mean, you've seen how he acts with Vincent sometimes and thats his own brother. You don't want to imagine how he'd treat you if he knew...

But you knew the longer you went without your prescriptions, the more difficult things would get

It started small. Your moods would change randomly and very drastically - one extreme to another or you'd have trouble sleeping or oversleeping or - your least favorite - you'd lash out at one of the brothers for seemingly nothing

Bo noticed. He didn't say anything about it because he assumed that, if it was that important, you'd tell him

So when you had a full on meltdown on the kitchen floor one afternoon, he was blindsided

He had no idea it'd gotten this bad and, unfortunately, his first reaction was to get mad at you. He yelled at you, tried to get you to pull yourself together. After all, if you had been suffering, you would've told him! Right...?

It's not until your crying abruptly stops that he realizes he fucked up. You shut down on him, near catatonic as he tries to apologize

He's scared. And when he's scared, he lashes out. You know that. It still doesn't make it hurt less

The brothers agree that there needs to be regular trips made so you can get your medication. Lester offers to take you since he's the one who goes to town the most anyways

You and Bo get into an argument about it once or twice because he doesn't understand why you wouldn't tell him

His heart breaks a little when you tell him you didn't think he'd believe you or would look at you differently for it

He reassures you that no, never. He totally understands the moodswings, the angry episodes you have, those things

Once you're on your meds again, you two promise that if anything major like this happens for either of you, that you can always lean on each other

Bo takes time getting there but he grows to understand you and figure out how best to help you!

VINCENT SINCLAIR

You tell Vincent pretty early on that you need medication

While you don't give him many specifics as to why, you tell him that life will be better for all of you if you keep taking them

At first he's a little apprehensive of letting you go into town so Bo goes with you to pick it up

Not because he doesn't believe you! But because he's scared you're still trying to escape

He wants to know what they're for so he's not above snooping around to read the labels

(You'd tell him if he asked but he didn't know that)

The amount you take surprises him and he tries to think about what you're like off them, in a morbidly curious way

He is, however, insistent that you're taking them consistently and without interruption. Vince makes sure you take them every day and gets on his brother's cases if they give you a hard time about it

They're not cures though. You both find that out the hard way when he finds you trembling in the corner of his shop like you were in freezing weather. The panic attack was violent and took you by surprise but Vincent holds steady

He sits with you, humming soft melodies to try and ground you

When you're ready, he hugs you and you just break down into tears. You'd never wanted him to have to see you like this, you don't want him to think you're some fragile china doll who can't take care of themself

But he would never see you like that. You explain that, while the meds make them less frequent, you're not cured completely

Things will slip through the cracks sometimes and that's okay! He'll always be there when you need him

When he catches you scratching yourself anxiously, he buys you gloves and makes sure you keep your nails short

He catches you picking at your face and gets you small bandages you can place over the spots so you don't obsessively pick

Vincent is always doing little things to try and improve your quality of life, even if you're taking medication!

LESTER SINCLAIR

You don't really tell him but you also don't hide it from him either

He notices you taking pills every morning and every night and is able to put two and two together

Probably asks you what they're for once you two have been dating for a bit but it doesn't really change much in your relationship

He's relatively chill about it though and offers to take you into town to pick up your meds

Likes to hoard pills for you so you never run out - it's an irrational fear of his but you think its sweet

Whenever you get sad, Jonesy and Lester are both right there to comfort you however you need

Sometimes, when the bad thoughts get too loud, Lester catches you staring vacantly into the bathroom mirror or out windows and he worries

One night you wandered out into the woods, barefoot and freezing, just because you felt so out of touch with your own body

Everything felt fake and floaty and you just needed to be out somewhere harsh and grounding and real

You love Lester, you really do, but there, in the forest all alone, all you could think about was how empty you felt

He finds you early the next morning and he was clearly worried sick, still in his sleep clothes with just a flashlight and an anxious Jonesy

Once at home and warm from your shower, he pleads with you to talk to him about it

You finally spill about how you've felt completely dissociated from yourself, even with all the meds you're taking, and it just got to be too much

He gives you a hug and you both agree to try and find other ways to shock you back to reality that don't involve you wandering into the forest at night

Turns out, an ice cube on the back of the neck works wonders to snap you out of whatever stupor you've found yourself in!

Lester is as involved with it as you'd let him. Never ashamed or afraid to lend you a hand with anything!

[emxisms]

Can you do the Sinclair brothers, thomas, Bubba, brahms, Billy loomis, and stu matcher with a s/o that is the illuminati? They make deals with people and if they break it they kill them? So they basically are a killer too. (Make sure to take care of yourself)

Hi my love! Yes ofcourse I can! I hope you're doing well, make sure to take care too. Xoxo 💋

𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖝 𝕴𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎 𝕸𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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FEM!reader.

Warnings: Harsh language, mentions of killing (duh), references to inappropriate acts

𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯

At first, he was definitely alarmed. You know, nobody would really trust it at first. Especially Bo. He doesn't trust anyone, really. Not even his own twin.

When he finds out you kill people aswell, he would ease into the thought of you helping 'decorate' Ambrose.

"What, so, you basically do deals with the devil and shit?" "Um, sort of.. in a way.." "Shit, and I thought you couldn't get any hotter."

He would beg you to let him help kill the sons of bitches who break their end of the deal. Then proceeds to get angry at you when you refuse.

𝔙𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯

Definitely shocked. Who knew someone so sweet was capable of something so harsh? You would never lay a finger on him, but to hear this news.. lord have mercy.

Is always worried about you when you go on trips. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt when dealing with 'business.'

*Baby promise me you'll be careful, okay?* he signs, "I don't know what's careful about murder, but I promise."

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱

Lord does he freak out. You're telling him your job is to make awful deals and.. if they mess up, you have to put yourself in danger?! No thank you.

When you reassure him that you're okay, and safe, he'll calm down a bit more. He just wants you safe all the time. He hates having you around his home because of how dangerous it is, but love is one hell of a drug.

Huffs and grunts at you when you get mad at him for not being careful while 'hunting' knowing damn well you do the same on your business trips. He's a sassy man at heart. But he still loves you, ofcourse.

𝔅𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔞 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯

WHAATTT??!!!

Wants you to teach him some moves. He's open to learning a few things. If he has to kill, he wants to do it in style.

Is really excited about it at first, but the more he thinks about it, realization hits in. You could get hurt doing this. He doesn't like it anymore.

After some reassurance and cuddles later, he's calmed down and is okay with it. As long as his love is okay, he's okay.

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢

Oh, no.. No, no no..

You're putting yourself in risk?! EVERY DAY?!?!... Brahms doesn't like this news. Not one bit.

He will whine and beg you to stay home and will beg to maybe even... come with you? He wants to keep you safe. You're his one and true love, he wouldn't dare lose you.

If you get hurt taking care of business, he will definitely feel like it's his fault. Why would he allow you to go out and work knowing the harm it can cause?!

𝔅𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰

"Well damn mama, I didn't know you had it in 'ya."

Thinks you are so incredibly hot. 10x more than he did before. He wants to see you in action, he'd definitely get a kick out of it.

If you come home from a 'mission' and you're covered in blood.. you'd best believe he's pouncing on you immediately.

𝔖𝔱𝔲 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯

At first, he gives you more of a confused look when you drop the info on him, and then of ofcourse he'll stick out his tongue and do that crazed giggle of his. He doesn't believe you for one second.

That is until he sees the look on your face. You are dead serious about this.

"Oh.." he stops and thinks.. "OH!!" "Oh?.."

"Ohh~.." he grins. "You're a killer too, aren't 'ya!?" He's going to be teasing you about this for weeks, maybe even months.

Asks if you're interested in helping him and Billy with some tasks. He'll be sad if you say no, but he gets it.

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[cursedvessels]

A smirk on his lips the more loose Leo gets. At least the alcohol seems to be helping her relax despite the awful situation. That's all he'd really wanted. All he could do to help her at this point. Bring a bit of joy and relaxation to these moments of peril. Hells, that's how he coped with everyday immortality. Even though she's still on about death, at least now there's a bit of light-heartedness to those listed regrets.

"WHAT," they practically screech with laughter when she admits she hadn't done it with Shimi. A hand on their chest as they catch their breath. "That's...Y'know, that- that- that's a surprisin' one. I sort 'f just...assumed." A shrug. "Then again...Can xe even..." Brows knit together in thought. A wave of their hand. "Fuck 'f I know anythin' about jinn biology," they giggle.

Once the flask is all but forgotten by Leo, they're tucking it away into their pocket again to keep it out of sight and out of mind. Clearly she'd had more than her fair share. They didn't need her keeling over early. Then, they'd get the brunt of the rage from Demi for sure. And she'd be dead...which is not what they wanted.

A little bit of a less jovial chuckle reaches their lips as they watch Leo struggle and eventually just collapse onto the cold cement floor of the cage. Smile falters now that she isn't looking directly at them, the fear and sadness reaching his eyes for a brief moment only to be quickly wiped away as he lights a joint. A huff of smoke as he smirks down at her.

"I love you Leo, darling," he hums fondly. "Truly..." She was sort of like the family he never had. Better than all his siblings down in Hell, better than his damned father, for sure. The only one who looked at him and saw him as something more than just a screw up. A shaky breath and he sucks hard on the joint, trying to erase his reeling thoughts. It's in that moment he suddenly feels an ice-cold hand grab the back of his neck...

The joint falls from his lips, rolling across the ground as he's yanked to his feet.

"What is it you think you're doing here, Rosey," Demetrius' voice growls against the young god's ear, spurring a whimper as he flinches and wriggles in his grip. He's thrown off to the side like a useless object, hitting the ground with a slam!

"And you..." A firm finger pointed at Leo from behind her bars, giggling away. He takes a few long, calculating steps toward the bars until he's right up against them, his next words spoken just as methodically. "I suggest..you still your tongue. Or my good will might. just. run. out."

"Don't touch her," Ambrose yells from across the room, which earns a hard glare from Demi as he half-turns to view the other...

“You know, I’ve never done drugs.” Leo covers her mouth as she sort of snort-laughs about it. “I mean, like, fuck! I didn’t even smoke weed... or, no, wait, yeah. I don't know.” She’s talking like she’s going to die even though Ambrose had tried to shoo her away from that notion. “Oh, god. I should have at least like… I should have kissed Shimi more… or like, you know, we didn't even-” One hand covers her face as she groans, then takes another long, burning sip out of the flask. "... do it."

The misery and regret doesn’t last too long, though. Not when there’s a massive plateful of waffles slid in her direction. Now she just looks ridiculous as she stabs into them, filling her mouth, forgetting the flask and letting it slam the bottom of her cage. Whatever god-forsaken concoction Ambrose had come up with leaks out and pools, leaving behind acrid fumes.

“You steal my mom’s recipe or something?” She’s unsteady, sort of falling face-first into the bars with a giggle as she misses the plate with her fork. Luckily, she doesn’t stab Ambrose with it. “You could, like, you could, like, do… like…” The giggle fit won’t stop as she gives up on the waffles and decides to lay down, squinting up at the ceiling of her cage – her fingers mindlessly tapping the puddle of liquor.

“I love you, Rose. Rosie. Rosie-posey.” A shake of her head. “Ros-ayyy.”

[slasherhaven]

Can I have slashers reacting to a s/o who knows 100% she never wants to have kids ever (no adoption or anything either) (maybe specifically the Sinclairs, Brahms, Billy lenz, Jason?) thank you so much I love ur blog I hope u have a good day

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Billy Lenz

Reacting to their S/O never wanting children in anyway:

Jason Voorhees

You were the one who brought up the topic, wanting to let him know your stance on the matter of having children, letting him decide how he wanted to progress from there.

He's...surprised.

He had never truly thought about having children, simply because he didn't think he'd ever have the opportunity.

Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't even know if he can have children.

He also has some personal hang ups on having children. Biologically, he is worried about passing on any of his own defects after how difficult it made his life. Adoption wise, he wouldn't want to take a child away from a possibly more suitable home.

He decides and expresses to you that yes, if the two of you were to have a child he would not be upset about it, however he doesn't even know if that is possible and realistically this is not a good environment for having children.

So, he respects your choice.

Brahms Heelshire

Do you think this man is fit to have a child?

If he has a baby...he can't be the baby.

He hadn't even considered having children so when you bring up not wanting them, he isn't sure how to respond. It simply wasn't an issue he ever thought about.

Overall, very agreeable reaction.

Okay...good, because he doesn't want them either.

He's happy with it just being the two of you, looking after his family's house until your old age. He doesn't need anyone else, as long as it's the two of you.

Bo Sinclair

Bo's response is pretty much a shrug.

That's fine, he couldn't imagine himself raising a kid anyway, nor was he ever particularly set on having one.

Wouldn't be completely disappointed if you got pregnant but won't be trying for a child.

Can't help but chuckle as he asks "could ya imagine me as a father, sweetheart?"

Overall, he's completely content with that decision.

Children are a lot of responsibility and commitment, and Bo thrives in these areas when it comes to Ambrose but can completely struggle with them when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Your choice is a good one for Ambrose.

Vincent Sinclair

He hadn't considered it until you told him you didn't want children.

He just always...knew he wasn't going to have children for one reason or another.

Truth is, if his life had panned out differently, if he had met you elsewhere and Ambrose was simple a town from his childhood, he would have liked children.

Now though...well, Ambrose is home but it's full of trauma. He truly loves his home, just as he loves you, but he can see all the problems with bringing a child into it.

He accepts your decision, agreeing that it's for the best. Plus, he would never want to suggest anything that made you uncomfortable or was the exact opposite of what you wanted, you are too important to him.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had never really thought about it, not since returning to Ambrose anyway. It simply wasn't a possibility to him.

Who was he going to meet? Marry? Have children with? It sounded so impossible. But you're here now and he loves you.

Honestly, Lester would have liked a kid if the opportunity presented itself. He certainly wouldn't be upset if you were to have a child but...your argument makes sense.

Ambrose is no place for a child, he doesn't want to bring an innocent life into all this...morbidity.

He likes the normalcy of the idea but knows that your shared situation is far from normal.

He knows that in another life he would have liked a child, but this life was perfect for him as long as you were in it.

Billy Lenz

Like Brahms, he is not fit to have a child and never even considered having them.

Again, like Brahms, if he has a baby, he can't be the baby.

He knows he's wouldn't be a good parent in anyway, he wouldn't know where to begin. Plus, he wouldn't like having your attention so divided from him.

He gets overwhelmed very easily and imagine how overwhelming his possible children would be!

He hadn't even thought about kids until you mentioned not wanting them under any circumstance. He didn't really think of it as a possible issue, so he just agrees and tells you that he wants the same.

Ever since meeting you, Billy has slowly been getting better, working on himself, and that's all he can do right now. Even if he managed to 'get better' he doesn't see himself wanting the responsibility of children.

[soupbabe]

I Like Your Bones (Lester Sinclair x Reader)

Upon picking them up on the side of the road, Lester and Reader bond over a shared interest.

The hot Louisiana sun shined down on you as you walked down the country road. This newfound freedom was exhilarating, leaving you to walk alone with a smile gracing your face. Though within the adrenaline of running away from your home, maybe stopping by a gas station to pick up a map would've been helpful. You didn't know where you were, but all you could tell was that you were heading south.

It was only minutes before you heard the rumbling of a truck behind you. You glanced behind you at the faded and grimed pick-up, but it was something you were more than welcomed to see. As it approached you quickly held out your thumb and called out to the driver. "Hey! Hey! Won't you mind giving me a ride?" To your luck, the truck slowed down and the driver rolled down his window. The man inside tipped his green hat and gave you a crooked smile. "Hey there, watcha need a ride for?"

You didn't have to move much for the scent of rotten meat and decay to hit your nose, but you tried to brush it off. Beggars can't be choosers.

"I need to find a gas station, I'm not too sure where I am or where I'm going." You couldn't tell if the burning in your cheeks was from the embarrassing confession or the heat. The man's smile only grew wider as he pat his truck lightly, "Bo owns a gas station, down in Ambrose. Get inside, if ya want." You nodded and got into the car, only exchanging introductions once you buckled in. The bones and small skulls immediately got your attention. Lester let out a light laugh, "You like 'em?" You reached out and carefully cradled the handing animal bones, turning them over to get a closer look. "Very much so, where'd you get it?"

Lester puffed up with pride as he spoke, "With my line of work, you come across a lot of animals. Just thought to make more use of 'em, y'know?" You leaned back in the leather seat, taking in the small animal skins and bones. "You've done a wonderful job, how long have you been doing this?" Lester's cheeks couldn't help but heat up at the amount of enthusiasm you were giving him. "Ever since I was little. A good lot of my family are pretty crafty, guess I had to join in on it sometime." His eyes shifted to you and and the road before he pulled something out of his pocket.

"Hey uh..you like knives? I make 'em myself." He twirled it around a bit more, "It's a bowie knife. The handle's from some wood I found around here. I made my brother Vincent a pair of knives too, made from a buck I found on the side of the road once." He giggled to himself and his smile was infectious. "I outta have you make me a knife sometime. Maybe it'll do me some good having some kind of protection with me." He nodded as the truck pulled up to a clearing in the woods. "Now I gotta fix the car up to get through here. I tend to forget how washed up this way can go, mind helping me darlin'?"

The sudden nickname was enough to surprise you, but easy to welcome. Without word you nodded and followed Lester to the popped hood. Lester guided you through the workings of the car, but stopped soon enough, "Hey uh, I gotta take a phone call real quick. Makin' sure Bo can get ya what ya need an' all that." You nodded and watched him go further into the trees, but stay just close enough that you could easily pinpoint where he was.

Lester crossed his arms as he heard Bo's voice on the other end, "Why the hell are you calling me?" His older brother's voice was rough, but there was a hint of panic: Lester never was the type to call unless it was an emergency. Usually he'd just drop off visitors quietly, carry on with his day, and sit at the dinner table without much word. "Yeah, I'm fine don't worry. I just got a request though.." Lester paused, anxiety strained his voice just the tiniest bit. "Get on with it then, I ain't got all day." Lester could just imagine Bo rubbing his temple at the end of the line.

"I'm 'bout to bring someone into town, but nothing can't happen to 'em, promise me that. They caught my eye and I want to keep 'em around longer." Lester glanced up and happened to catch you staring back at him, causing the man to flash you a quick smile and a friendly wave.

[frenziedslashers]

Hello! So I've never really done this before, so I'm sorry if I'm doing this incorrectly lol. I was wondering if you would he able to make some headcannons on how all three of the Sinclair brothers would react to you tumbling down the stairs. Like full on falling from first step to the last, dramatic screaming, limbs flailing, face planting on the ground?

Hey there homie, you're doing absolutely great! Tbh I'm kinda new 'round these parts, so for me this is an exquisite request and you did just fine. I'm not picky lmao 😌💕 hope this meets your standards, lovely! Wasn't sure if you wanted current S/O, Platonic, or Future S/O, so I did Future S/O. Since it can be taken either way, tbh!

Sinclair Brothers reacting to their future S/O falling down the stairs:

Bo Sinclair:

Bo wouldn't know how to react at first.

He'd hear the ruckus and fall into a slight panic. Heading out of the room to figure out what in Tarnation was going on!

When he heard your shouts and hollers he would pick up his pace. Running over to you in more of a panic. Normally he would hide his worry, but you just flew down the stairs, literally!

He would be at your side in an instant. Hands unsure where to go.

"Darlin' you alrigh'?" He'd ask brows furrowed.

The moment he knew you were alright and still conscious he would roll his eyes and speech you about being more careful. Carrying you to sit on the couch so he could tend to your wounds.

If you weren't conscious he would be even more anxious. Taking you to Vincent in hopes he could help you out.

You were the only nice stranger that they had, he couldn't go losin' you!

Once you came to, he would be asleep on a chair near you. Waking up when he heard you stirring.

"Worried?" "Damn right, thought our best tourist attraction died on us," he'd tell you with a smirk.

He wouldn't be too affectionate, he'd kind of help you out like he helped his brothers when they got hurt. Since that's all he was used to.

Would probably poke fun at you and keep more of an eye on you when you neared the stairs after that.

Vincent:

Vincent would be racing his way to the stairs the moment he heard the noise of your body tumbling down the ones leading to his work place.

The sight would make his stomach churn, face going paler than it already was when he noticed it was you that was tumbling towards him.

He would do his best to try and grab you before you hit the concrete. Causing both of you to fall.

It would be the two of you taking care of each other now, though he would shoo your hands away so he could tend to the scrapes and bruises that he could see on your body.

He would allow you to lean against him while he held you. Normally not too affectionate, but after that scare? Oh boy, expect some lovin', even if you two are just friends. You're nice to him, always. So you deserve it.

Will spend the rest of the next week following you around and helping you if you let him.

Just be hopeful you don't break anything, because he won't be able to help

Lester:

Lester would be a lot like Vincent, in a race to find out what the ruckus was. Attempting to catch you from hitting the floor. Causing both of you to get hurt.

Just Jonesy would be right there to investigate as well. Licking the sides of both of your faces.

Lester would only chuckle at that when he knew you were alright.

"Gave me a scare, sweetpie, what'd you go tumblin' down them stairs for?"

He would ask you while helping you up. Leading you over to the couch.

You would both spend the rest of the night in home. Screw going into Ambrose, Bo and Vincent could wait.

Lester, Jonesy, and you all had a date on the couch. Lester giving you some frozen peas or corn to put on your head if it hurt.

"Maybe I should do it again so we can stay home more," "very funny, but I'd rather you di'n't

10/10 movie nights. Matched with him making food that night. Even if you insist on helping.

He may have to take the bag of peas or corn on your head though, if you want that side with your meal.

[cursedvessels]

Ohhh, of course. Now he's done it. The pitiful look on Mylo's face when he shifts gears--doesn't say what Ambrose expects--has the young god tensing his shoulders, upper lip curled as he looks away with a roll of his eyes. Arms stay folded over their chest. They could already feel the tension of the other spirits wandering through that graveyard. It was a hotbed of supernatural energy and it hurt. Made him want to run about as far away as he possibly could. He hated dead. Hated that he had to hear them whine and moan and scream in his head 24/7, begging him to do something, to help somehow. That's why he tended to drown himself in alcohol, in drugs, in whatever he could find to keep himself sane. It was ridiculous, ungodly, and most would say it was cowardly. Yet he had no shame, it seemed. Perfectly fine with the cowards way out. Hells, when he'd tried to stand up for mortals, for their spirits before it'd only gotten him into the worst mess of his immortal lifetime. It'd gotten him here. In this box. Trapped forever. A lifetime sentence to pay for meddling in the balance of life and death; blood and sacrifice; peace and suffering...

They'd been forced to go into graveyards before. Forced to do terrible things to the dead, for the living. Things that the living just didn't understand. Yet the contract gave express permission to the masters they'd had in the past to force him to do those unspeakable things. It didn't help that they'd tortured him, threatened him, locked him in a mausoleum for 14 days just to try and break him enough that they wouldn't have to waste a desire on the task. All of that. All of those memories burned into Ambrose's very soul, if he even really had one. He's practically shaking, arms wrapped tight around his middle, clawing at his flesh with his dirty, broken fingernails. Teeth tear roughly at his bottom lip as he just stares at Mylo, watches him hold out the box and offer to send him home. He should happily oblige. Take the easy way out. But yet another curse of his existence, of the creation that he was was his empathy. Without Mylo saying it, without even looking it, he could practically feel the disappointment radiating off of him, could sense the thoughts running through his mind of back-up plans and other ways around his predicament.

"No..." he whimpers, like the conflict in his own head hurts too much to battle. He tears his fingers back through his hair, drags his hands down the back of his neck as he sucks on his lower lip and slowly shakes his head. It's impossible to see it in the dark, but his eyes are shining with tears.

"No, don't- don't- don't do that," he growls. "Why can't- why can't ye just be like everyone else, huh?! Why can't y'just--" A huffed sigh, spinning a small circle where he stands, though he's careful not to cross the threshold into the graveyard. "Why do ya have t' be so nice?!"

"Yer killing me!" Hands grip the air in a choking gesture, his teeth clenched. "Don't you see that? Using up yer three wishes means you never haft' see my face again! This 's one step closer t' that, isn't that-- that's what you want, right?!" He's frantic now, maybe acting a little erratic, looking mildly insane standing there wide-eyed with sweat dripping down his temple, hands shaking, so pale he looked almost more ghostly than some of the presences in that very graveyard.

They tangle their fingers back in their short curls, turning around again in a circle to try and calm down. Shaking hands pull down their face as they heave out a trembling groan of a sigh.

"Can't ye just..." A click of their tongue. "I dunno..!! Bring it out here?! Why do I haft' go in there?!" He points violently toward the gates of the graveyard, stomping his foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Keep it down, Ambrose." The Wytch retorted, whipping around to stand in front of the other with a face like thunder. It was like dealing with a petulant child, not somebody pushing three millennia. But his warning was given due to where they were; a place full of witnesses. There was already a sense of unrest once he stepped through the gates, alerting him to the various ghosts hovering between the headstones; they did nothing but observe them for now. It was an unnerving sight, nevertheless. Some of them were flickers of their former selves - merely shapeless mists - but others could almost be mistaken for human with how solid they were. They were relatively harmless, but that could all change once they decided that their unexpected guests were no longer welcome. This was their final resting place, after all, and they were more than ready to defend it.

Eight months ago, a bunch of teenagers found out what they were capable of when they graffitied multiple headstones with lewd language and imagery. Judging by the empty bottles of beer besides their battered and bruised bodies, it was clear they were intoxicated -- but that was no excuse for their disrespect. When the groundskeeper found them in the morning, they were somehow still alive and spent the following week in hospital where none of them spoke, skittish and paranoid about everyone. In response, the local council was cautious and introduced opening times for the cemetery, locking the gates at night for good measure. The police declared it an isolated incident in a bid to reassure the community, but that failed when another individual was badly injured two weeks later. This time, the gentleman decided to use a headstone as his personal ashtray, crushing the cigarettes against it and littering the soil below with their remnants. He was found by a late-night jogger at the bottom of an empty grave with a broken leg, unable to contact the emergency services after his fully charged mobile suddenly lost its power.

As a final deterrent, cameras were installed near the north and south gates, but they were soon taken down when they kept malfunctioning; it eventually became too expensive to repair and maintain them. It was the last action taken by the council and police before their response was simply: stay out of the cemetery at night. Oddly enough, that piece of advice worked. Nobody was ever caught for the attacks, and they were never explained, which divided opinion between the locals; was it a supernatural cause or the act of one twisted individual? No humans risked visiting the cemetery towards closing time, and none decided to tempt fate by trespassing; both the superstitious and streetwise. Wytches and Gods, however -- they were the exception. But one of them needed convincing more than the other. Mylo could feel the irritation building inside him, knowing how close he was to finding the cauldron but getting nowhere with this resistance. Three desires; it was a way of forcing Ambrose to commit. No ifs, no buts. He watched as the other tensed up once the Wytch opened his mouth to speak, appearing to finally use what was given to him upon opening that box.

"...You're right." Mylo paused as he stared at the other, expression no longer vexed. It was full of shame. "I can't make you." Despite his strong choice of words before, he was anything but selfish. There were plenty of self-centred people out there who would jump at the chance to control a metaphorically shackled God for personal gain, but not him. He was once manipulated for five years by somebody who he thought loved him, so he knew what it was like to have his hands tied. Even with his ability to control others - mind and body - he never used it for nefarious means. Not everything could simply be handed over to him; sometimes it needed to be earned. And he seemed to forget that when he brought Ambrose with him, thinking that they would readily agree to this. He never stopped to ask how they felt about all this. They may be of the belief that the contract prevented them from having a say in things, but Mylo thought otherwise. With a sigh, the Wytch shouldered his backpack off and opened it, retrieving the ornate box and holding it up for the other to see.

"I'll teleport you back home, okay?" He explained, trying to hide the dejection in his voice. "I was that caught up in finally finding the cauldron that I never stopped to think about you." He would find another way to destroy the sigil -- somehow. It took him nearly three centuries to reach this point; what was another? He might meet an open-minded human in that time who could help him; the thought was a hilarious one. "I could never force somebody to do something against their will, so stuff those three desires. I'm sorry for putting you in this situation, Ambrose."

[shrieking-aristocrat]

Vincent and a soulmate au holy sheeeeeit

Soulmate AU

Vincent Sinclair x Reader (GN pronouns)

You were alone when you got to Ambrose, a long walk after a falling out with the group of people you'd hitchhiked with. Coincidentally, their car was parked just outside the mechanic shop, with none of them in sight. You figured they'd had some issue and they were off doing whatever it was they were doing, after how they'd left you to walk, you didn't really care.

All the stores in town were closed, it didn't surprise you because it was the afternoon and small towns tend to be really vacant when it's nap time. This town was certainly small, to the point you questioned if it could really be called a town or if it was more of a village. While walking around, you ended up deciding to check out the Wax House.

The door was open so you let yourself in. After all, it's an attraction, people are supposed to go in and check it out otherwise it isn't profitable for whoever was showing their art there. The sculptures were uncanny, but you had to admit this Vincent guy had talent, you couldn't help but feel watched, but you blamed it on all the way-too-realistic statues. Little did you know that you were actually being watched.

Vincent knew the moment his eyes landed on you, and he hated it. He hated you, he hated himself, he hated the sudden throbbing and tightness inside his chest. He didn't want a soulmate, he didn't need one. Who could possibly want him when his face looked the way it did? Surely not someone who looked like you, no one normal could love him. That's why only his brothers loved him.

He cut the chase short, going straight to making an attempt on your life. Before you could even fully process what was going on, he was on you, a calloused hand to your throat and a knife hovering over your heart, but he couldn't do it, his knuckles were white from his grip on the knife and his hand was shaking, his pulse never failed him like this when it came to killing, wielding a knife was as natural as wielding any of his sculpting tools. He'd just met you and you were already ruining him.

You apologized, thinking you were trespassing, and he moved off you like just touching you hurt him. You moved away from him until your back touched the back of the wax couch, and he stated —or more like glared— at you, while you stared at him in a mix of fear and realization.

He couldn't kill you, but he also couldn't bear the thought of letting his brother do it or letting you go, of losing the person that he was made for and who was made for him.

Looks like you're stuck together now. Shit, what would he do with you?

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Empty Victory (1/?)

Note: I decided to try my hand at writing an actual Bo x Reader fic based on this post of mine. It's probably going to be more than one part because I can't help myself.

Warnings: Nothing too bad, I don't think?? Canon typical things, of course. Some violence but I didn't go too into detail. I tried to keep the reader gender as neutral as possible. Bo Sinclair may be ooc bc I've never really written an actual story about him before. This part is in Bo's p.o.v so hopefully I didn't butcher it too badly.

He did his damnedest to concentrate on what he was in the middle of doing, but his mind kept drifting back to what had been said earlier. The rest of the argument paled in comparison to that one little statement. Perhaps that was part of what bothered him the most. No one could get under his skin in the way you did.

"I hate you, Bo."

You were hardly the first person to say such a thing to him. Hell, he'd heard it many, many times in his life. Not everyone actually came out and said it, though. Sometimes it was unspoken and heavily implied. Yet those times had never really stuck with him. But you.. you were different. Or at least you were supposed to. He'd stupidly let you in. Look where that had gotten him.

He cursed under his breath as he lost track of the small group he'd been hunting through Ambrose. Usually he was better at this. Even when he did lose someone, Vincent was usually able to make up for it. He was on his own today, however, and that was how he wanted it.

Things were going alright for the most part. That was until he had turned the corner, only to have a metal pipe slam into his back. He grunted as he fell onto his hands and knees, dazed and angry.

Where the fuck did they even find that?

It didn't particularly matter and he really didn't care. Before he could regain his bearings, he was hit with it again. This process repeated until he collapsed onto the road below him, unable to really hold himself up under the continued assault.

Apparently this group was smarter than the usual ones, or they had more self preservation. One of the two, because the next thing he felt was the feeling of a blade breaking his skin.

They didn't stop at doing it once, this was repeated twice more before they presumably ran off. He laid there, thoughts drifting in and out of focus as he tried to breathe through the pain. Inhaling too deeply just made everything worse so he stuck with raspy, shallow breaths.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there before he finally struggled to his hands and knees again. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering to get up. He should just ignore the urge to get back to them.

After all, they hated him. They would probably be pleased with this turn of events.

Even so, he stumbled towards the house , hand clasped to his side weakly. If anything, he wanted to at least be able to pretend that they gave a damn, so that he could have at least a somewhat pleasant thought just in case.

Besides, he had to be sure that they were alright along with Vincent. He already knew Lester would be fine. He never stuck around for these parts.

[houseofdabs]

Lonesome Town

once again using Lester to vent out my feelings

warnings: mentions of child abuse, bo being aggressive

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Lester had moved himself out of Ambrose and into a shack a ways away from the town a little while after returning with his brothers. The last time he had lived there he was very young and despite his age at the time he had remembered the abuse. And if he didn't remember what happened he sure as hell remembered how he felt. The house was quiet now and darker, every shadowy corner had the man jumping and the pit in his stomach never left. Empty rooms, no matter spacious and open, made him feel claustrophobic. No matter how hot it was outside, Lester shivered while chills raced up his spine at night as the house creaked and cried out. He felt as though it was taunting him, reciting the same sounds that would strike fear into his heart as a child. All he could do is curl into himself as he listened, anxiously waiting for his father to show up at his door, although he knew he'd never show. So many nights did Lester lay frozen in his bed as the night manipulated and tricked him, the rising sun hardly bringing any comfort.

The atmosphere in the house was suffocating and Lester was always quick to be out of it as fast as he could in the mornings. The town was no better. What Lester could remember as a lively little town was now just a shell of its former glory. He tried to push down the guilt every time he passed one of Vincent's work, it ate at him especially bad if he had met the person before their departure. He found very little escapism in the town, no matter how expansive the land it felt as if it was swallowing him whole.

Lester being timid of joining his brother's activities put even more of a strain on their relationship. He knew that they had never been close, he'd never be connected the way Bo and Vincent were, but he couldn't lie and say that he didn't hope that them all reuniting would bring them closer. They'd grow stronger from what they went through and they'd get through it together.

Or that's what he'd tell himself every night after Bo decided he was a good enough target.

He knew his older brother had a temper but he didn't realize how bad it actually was. Lester had enjoyed teasing him as a kid, he'd get on Bo's nerves and then dart off somewhere after. This time though, he couldn't run, it was as if though he was a child again and Victor was towering over him. He couldn't deny the resemblance between his late father and his older brothers, and Bo seemed to inherit more than physical qualities. And when Bo got in his moods it was as if Victor had never left.

Lester stared at Bo with wide eyes as he approached him, still hollering, and it seemed that he was yelling louder with each step. He could feel the heat from Bo's breath, could smell the marlboros and jack daniels on his breath, could hear Victor. Lester had flinched and when he went to leave Bo had grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

"Did it fuckin' look like I was done talkin'?" Bo snarled and dug his fingers into his younger brothers arm. All Lester could do is stare at him, he was too scared to speak, didn't even think he could at the moment. The lack of response had Bo scowling and his lips curled wickedly. "What? Too stupid to speak? Nah, you can go all day runnin' your stupid fuckin' mouth but th'second I ask y'sumn y'shut up."

Lester began speaking but all he could do was stammer, his heart was beating so fast and if he breathed any heavier he thought he might pass out. "I-I-I- spit it out, dumbass." Bo mocked him before shoving him back into the counter. Thankfully Lester was able to catch himself on the edge despite the shaky weak feeling. The older sibling watched with an expression far past disgust.

"Fuckin' useless, can't talk, can't do shit, can't even help around here. Th'fuck *you* good for? I never should have brought your ass back here, shoulda left your sorry ass to rot in foster care. That way I wouldn't have to get sick looking at you."

And just like that, the mantra he recited every night was rendered useless. He felt so embarrassed, so stupid believing that anyone, even his family, could want him. Lester didn't even try to hold back from crying, he had never heard something so mean, so ugly before in his life. It hurt him like no other, no insults from his father or mother could amount to a hill of beans. Bo and Vincent were all Lester had left, but it seemed as though the two were content with just each other.

Lester's tears seemed to add fuel to the fire that burned in Bo because he was back by his brothers side, his hand now shoving at the younger one. He knocked off Lester's hat and kicked it to the side before ruffling his hair in a manner that held no sort of friendliness. Lester stumbled and soon he was on the ground as Bo stood above him. Looking up, he flinched when he saw the face of Victor staring back at him. Those same bloodshot eyes, his hands balled up at his sides, and his scowl.

"Y... y.. y'jus like'im..." Lester choked out a sob and Bo leaned down.

"I'm sorry, y'gotta speak up, what's that?" Bo's tone was condescending and it pissed Lester off.

"I said "you're just like HIM". You're no different, no BETTER.."

Bo froze and his face fell. His eyes scanned Lester's face before he straightened up. Lester remained silent as he watched his brother leave the room uncharacteristically quiet and after a few moments of collecting himself, went upstairs to pack. He wasn't wanted here, the twins made it clear, still he loved them so much it hurt. But he couldn't stay, he couldn't take it anymore. There had been an older house just outside of Ambrose that he had found a while back while he was searching around the woods. He could go there, fix it up, finally something for himself.

It was darker than his childhood home, cobwebs streamed from wall to wall and it was dusty. Thankfully it was just empty and not ruined, he didn't think he could move into any of the houses in Ambrose. He placed his bag down on the old couch, ignoring how the dust flew at the gesture. He soon followed, his body feeling a thousand times heavier. The house was quiet and all he could hear was the ringing in his ears, his mind was still swarming from the fight with Bo. He ignored the pain in his arm, hoping that if he neglected thought about it that he could pretend it didn't happen.

His brother would never hurt him. . .

The thought of Bo turned to ones of Vincent, to ones of his childhood and soon his mind was spiraling. Everything from the coldness of his mother to the emptiness of the foster homes. With each recollection the empty feeling of loneliness consumed Lester's being and soon he sat in a puddle of tears and self pity-- the only bit of pity he'd ever receive. He cried all he could and when he thought he was done here come a new batch of tears.

It wouldn't have been the first time he consoled himself and cried himself exhausted, and he knew from the events that transpired that it would not be his last. Before sleep could overtake him Lester gave one last thought to his brothers. He wondered if Vincent would ask where he went, then he realized that maybe they wouldn't notice, he doubted that they would care. Maybe they'd come looking, but he knew better. And while Bo and Vincent stayed up in the house together, Lester was on the outside, like always, alone.

[katerinabythesea95]

FOREVER AND ALWAYS PART FOUR (FINAL PART)

Heyyy!! So this is it, the last part to what I was expecting too be a short imagine lol (I got carried away)

Warnings: jealous Bo, Fighting, Fluff, bittersweet ending, mentions of miscarriage. VERY LONG CHAPTER since it's the last one.

Some months had passed and things at ambrose had fallen back into a normal routine. You and Molly had actually become friends, and your health seemed to be improving, much to everyone's surprise. In fact, when Vincent saw how much healthier you seemed to be getting, he decided not to give Bo and Lester the letter he'd written when he'd found out about your impending downfall. He had planned to expose your secret and demand an explanation, but he wanted to wait, maybe you only thought you were dying. Maybe it could be different with you than your family. And when you started showing signs of improvement, it helped him make up his mind. He hid the letter, just in case something happened, but he hoped with all his might that he would never have to take out that letter. He wanted you to stay forever with him and his brothers. You were his and Lester's little sister they'd never had, and Both he and Lester knew that Bo had broken the promise they'd made with you upon your arrival.

Bo had fallen fast and hard as a ton of bricks for you, he didn't even know it himself at first until he realized that all he ever wanted was to keep you by his side and see your gorgeous smile every day of his life. He noticed how the mere thought of you sent his heart into overdrive and he felt this unfamiliar warmth in his chest when he saw you or heard your voice. You were loving, bright, and you had made it quite clear that you were the perfect kind of person for Ambrose.

When you had first met the brothers, and worked alongside them as you all lured in her stalker, you proved that you could be as vicious and heartless with the same passion you had when you were being tender and soft. Bo hadn't admitted his feelings to you yet, one, because he was too proud to show his soft side directly, he was more of an actions speak better than words, type of fella, two, he knew very well thaybued pretty much broken the promise he'd made to you almost immediately after making it, and three,because he really didn't know if you could ever see him as more than a brother. Bo wanted you to take the initiative, as surprising as it seems. So he settled for waiting to see if you'd open up to him and admit that you love him the same way he loved you. He just couldn't handle another rejection from another woman he loved. He'd experienced it on a daily basis with his mother when she was still around; he wasn't strong enough to face your rejection as well. He simply couldn't.

The thing was, you did feel the same way he did. You did pine after him. He was all you ever wanted in a lover...and all you could never have. You knew it would be worse than what you're doing now if you told Bo you wanted to be with him and suddenly died. You'd try to deny it but you knew that he sometimes looked at you with more than brotherly love. And lately, It seemed to he'd been doing things to tease you, like standing a bit too close and staring at you a bit too intensely at you. Or his words would have a slight double meaning to them, like he was low key flirting with you. Molly had noticed and she suggested that you just be honest with Bo and tell him the truth. You were in better health after all, and everything seemed like it was a false alarm. Besides, you'd be missing out on the chance to be with the only man that you ever loved, he would be hurt if you were to get ill again and die in the end, but he would always have your love and the memories you gave him.

So that is how you found yourself at Bo's bedroom door.

"Go on, don't be shy." Molly whispers to you from your and hers bedroom just across the hall two feet away. You nod nervously at her and open the door. Bo never had it locked, he used to when you weren't living with them, but now he left it unlocked just in case you need his help or you wanted to visit him after you had a nightmare, which was often.

But this night, it was different. You were going to tell him everything but you'd take it slow and test the waters to see how he'd react to what you had to tell him. When you enter the room and closed it, he was still awake, but he pretended to be asleep to see what you were going to do this time. Usually he could hear you screaming from your room but this time he hadnt, so it wasn't a nightmare. Perhaps, you, like him, wanted a hug, only you were never embarrassed or afraid of asking for affection from the brothers when you needed it. You would sometimes verbalize what you wanted, but mostly you'd simply show them with gestures.

You quietly padded barefoot over to Bo's bed, your face burning hot from thinking about what you wanted to eventually ask him. But first you had to go through the difficult part. Bo was extremely aware of your presence, he wanted to turn to you so badly but he was stubbornly curious as to what your intentions were. Bo wasnt anything if not stubborn.

You stare at him, and despite the fact that he tried to play asleep, you notice his body is not as completely relaxed as it is when he's out like a rock. Bo was a deep deep sleeper. Only your frightened screams could stir him awake, just barely.

"I know you're awake." You tell him. What you didn't know was that he was waiting for you, he always did each night until he dozed off to Dreamland. He finally turns around and lays flat on his back and looks up at you. His eyes warm up as you both stare at each other. Your heart feels so loud and fast you were positive he could hear it as well.

"hey...you okay?? He asked.

You are at loss for words, which seem to her caught in your throat, so you settled with sitting beside him on the edge of the bed and looking at your hands before looking at him. He is even more intrigued about what's going on in your mind than before. He sits up into the same position you were in and waits for you to speak up. Now he was taller than you once more and you look up at him this time. You feel so many emotions, fear, sadness, want, nervousness. You didn't know which one was stronger. Your eyes start to tear up and you bury your face into Bo's shoulder. This wasn't knew; you would always snuggle up to the Sinclairs every once in a while, although your were more prone to do do with Bo.

He was now beginning to worry. Something was really hurting you. He wanted to make it stop.

"What's wrong, doll? He asks tentatively. His right arm reached over and he scrunched your hair soothingly while his left arm wrapped around your waist, cradling you. You feel utterly safe in his arms, and you feel the fear and the nervousness slowly diminish. You unhid your face from his shoulder. Simply resting on him.

"Bo...you love me right?" You ask.

Bo was taken aback from your question. Did he love you?? Were you being serious? You had no inkling of a clue of how much he loved you. You meant the world to him, which is why he couldn't afford to tell you his feelings, as anticlimactic as that sounded. He should be the one asking you that question.

"Darlin, what kinda answer is that? You bet your pretty little face I do."

"Do you love me so much you'd forgive me if I...if I hid something from you?"

Bo twisted his head slightly to look at you. He was now confused and weary of what you were trying to say.

"Y/N, what are you getting at?" He asks, his mind thinking a billion scenarios.

Did you secretly love one of his brothers?? You got along so well with them as much as you did with him. He felt the pang of jealousy growing and turning into anger, but also fear.

You sigh. You weren't really making much sense, even to yourself. You didn't want him to get the wrong Idea, but it was too late.

"Look, I want you to know that I only hid it from you because I'm worried about how you'll react, so please hear me out." You begged.

Bo pushed away from you suddenly, and got on his feet, pacing the room.

"I knew it, you're in love with one of my brothers aren't you?! You made us promise not to fall in love with you!" He shouted accusingly. Rage coated his voice like venom.

"No I'm not! You haven't even me expl-"

"Don't lie to me Y/N! I see how you act with Vincent and Lester, you were probably f****** one of them all this time, haven't you?!" He screams. He looked like a wild animal, the only times you saw him this way was when you, him and Vincent were executing people. The look of pure darkness in his eyes scared you. The soft blue pools that you adored had frozen into ice. He was beyond reasoning.

His words hurt you deeply and tears start to fall down your face, both from anger and sadness.

"This why I never wanted to tell you anything! You believe what you want! I'm done! You jerk!" You shout. You bend down and pick up one of his old dirty boots and chuck it at him,he dodges it but you pick up the second one and managed to hit him squarely in his face. He glares at you furiously and runs after you but you run to your room and slammed the door in his face, locking it. He punched the door angrily a few times and retreats back to his own room again.

Vincent had been in the kitchen and had heard the yelling and banging noises, and knew his brother had gotten into one of his rage tantrums. He knew it was difficult for you to finally open up to Bo about everything. He admired your braveness. And he couldn't believe that Bo would think he, his twin brother would be sleeping with the girl he knew Bo loved so dearly. He decided it was time to retrieve the letter he had hidden. He went back downstairs to his room and took out the old mahagony trunk he kept all his most treasured things. Among the things inside were old photo albums, little things that his brothers had given him throughout the years, household trinkets belonging to his parents that he had as memoirs, although the house itself and the things inside had been passed down to the brothers. He finally found the object he was looking for and shut the trunk again, locking it with a key.

He walked upstairs to his brothers room and saw that the door was locked. He sighs. And knocks on the the door. To his surprise, it opens.

"Oh, it's you." Bo says, looking very agitated. He looks over at your door, wanting to demand an apology. But you hadn't left your room since rushing inside and locking it as well. Vincent hands over the letter. Bo snatched it, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looked at Vincent, who nods and pats his twins shoulder. Bo shrugs away absentmindedly, but he lets his brother enter the room behind him as he reads the letter. He made his eyes scan the paper faster with each sentence he read until he finished.

He looked back at Vincent with wide misty eyes. Vincent nodded sadly. Bo felt like the biggest a****** in the universe. He always overreacted with things and he had a horrid temper. He couldn't believe anything right now. He felt like he'd been standing on a rug only to have it yanked from underneath him. He rushed over to your door and knocked anxiously on it. Molly jumped at the sudden loud noise. She had been trying to comfort you for a while until you told her you just wanted to sleep. You slept just as hard as Bo did, more even as a matter of fact, so the noise didn't wake you up at all. Molly got out of bed and opened the door a bit.

"I need to talk to her. Now." Bo says.

"She's out like a lamp. Cried herself to sleep, actually. What the hell is your problem?? You hurt her real bad." Molly glared up at him.

Bo glared at back at her. How dare she speak to him that way? She was nothing but a maid. Unlike you, the Sinclairs didn't really trust Molly much, despite the fact that she'd been there for a while and you and her had become friends. Vincent and Lester didn't hate her but they were still warming up to her. They knew she just wanted to leave the place, thus making her not safe to trust. Bo didn't even see the need for her to stay, since you seemed to be getting better each day that passed. But Vincent and you insisted she stayed and even she seemed to agree with them for some reason. Which confused Bo further and made him only distrust Molly even more so.

"Get out. Now." He barks at her.

"You can't come in here, she's only in her underwear."

"So help me Molly, I will drag your a** out myself if you don't open the damn door and let me in this second."

Molly hesitated, she was genuinely worried about what Bo was going to do to you. But she saw Vincent nod and she gave in. She opened the door completely and stepped into the hall, standing next to him. Bo swiftly entered the room and closed the door, locking it behind him.

Molly was really worried now, but Vincent put his hand on her shoulder. "It's..okay." he says in a raspy yet clear voice. He lead her to the kitchen and offered her a midnight snack, which was what he was doing before all the raucus. She accepted and they ate in silence.

Meanwhile,Bo had made his way over to you and was staring at you while you slept. His eyes start watering again. He really messed up this time. All you had been trying to do was open up to him and he literally pushed you away, hurting you. He was a monster. He knew you deserved better than him, but he just couldn't let you go. He knew perfectly well that he was a selfish bastard.

He slid into your bed, the way you'd done earlier, and picked your small, limp body up into his arms. You didn't even move a muscle. He would've panicked if it weren't for your steady breathing. He cradled you like he had before.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry." He softly repeated over and over. He buried his face into your hair. He inhaled deeply, you smelled of strawberries and baby lotion, which you preferred to use over other lotions. Your scent, your petite frame, your voice, your face, it all screamed 'innocent' even though you were a skillful hunter. He was willing to bet that if you wanted to, you'd be crafty enough to take even him and his brothers down somehow.

Bo didn't want to think about you being gone one day. Not like this at least. You were so young and had your whole life ahead of you, you deserved to live till you were old and gray...with him by your side. He wanted to be with you, no matter what. He didn't know or care how much time you had, he wasn't gonna leave you alone. He would be with you every step of the way.

You slowly drift into consciousness, feeling arms wrapped around you, at first, you thought it was another one of your dreams. They always seemed and felt so real only for you to wake up to reality. But when you opened your eyes and moved a bit, you knew this wasn't one of your hyper detailed dreams. Bo was really, truly with you.

"Bo?" You ask wearily.

"Vincent told me everything, in a letter, you don't know how sorry I am for what I said to you. I should've listened, I shouldn't have lashed out, I was just so upset that you'd pick my brothers over me, like my ma would always do, I couldn't-"

You cut him off with a swift kiss to his lips.

"I forgive you. I love you Bo." You smile up at him.

"I love you too,my flower." He gives you a tender loving kiss on your lips.

"Forever?" You ask when you both pull apart.

"Forever and always." He smiles back at you before leaning in for another long passionate kiss.

*****

Two years later:

Bo was in the garage,organizing the materials to see what he'd need to get on the next supply run. He was in the midst of grouping the fan belts by size when he heard the chimes at the main entrance. He turned around to see Molly walk in.

"Hey Bo." She greets him cheerfully.

"Hey kiddo, how's it goin?" He greets her back.

The relationship between the Sinclairs and Molly had changed significantly in the past two years, she had decided to stay after all, making her an official Sinclair in more ways than one.

"Vince and I are taking Delilah to the carnaval, Lester's coming as well. Are you going with us this this year? She asked. Bo would always join the family at the carnaval up until two years ago, But she wanted to remind him that he was always invited.

"Oh, sorry, I don't think I will...got alot of work to do, and I'm goin up to the church for a while. Also gotta make sure the ACs are running" He apologized. He took his hat off and wipes the sweat off his forehead. The Louisiana heat was relentless today, he was worried the wax figures and museum would literally melt.

"Maybe the boys could give you a hand with that." She suggested. Just then, the door chimed again and in came Vincent with a two year old baby girl in his arms. She had long straight dark auburn hair that seemed to glow red in the sunlight and reached to her waist. She had the same piercing blue eyes as the Sinclair twins plastered on her mother's face. She was wearing a pink ballet outfit with a fluffy sparkling, pink tutu, complete with white stockings and ballet slippers.

She motioned for Vincent to set her down by patting his shoulder and pointing to the floor.

"Down,down, down, pwease." She chanted. Vincent carefully sets the toddler on her feet, and she runs straight to Bo. He laughed and crouched so she could hug him.

"Hey baby girl!" He smiles at her as he picks her up when he stood.

"Your momma here says yall goin to the carnaval. You excited?" He asked the adorable toddler.

She nods eagerly, "poppa gonna get me a unicorn!" She pointed her tiny finger at her father and clapped her hands.

Vince smiled as he watched his twin talking with his daughter. He knows Bo would've simply adored to have a little one of his own. He and Lester adored Delilah to pieces, the four adults constantly spoiled the little girl.

The door chimed in a third time and in came Lester.

"Hey y'all, ready for tonight?" He grinned happily. Lester was just as excited as Delilah was to go.He would always goof around with his niece, and play games with her, the others did too, but Lester was a natural, he was really great with kids. He had been so happy when Vincent and Molly had announced they were expecting. It had been a long long time since there was a child in ambrose.

"Yup, just tryna get Bo here to join us." Molly said. Lester looked at his older brother with genuine disbelief.

"You ain't commin with us? Why?" He asked.

Bo chuckles a bit at his younger brothers tone. He sighs sadly. He turned to look at one of the two framed pictures hanging on the wall of you. In it you were smiling while eating an ice cream cone. Bo had taken the picture on your first official date. The other one was of Both him and you, you were on Bo's back smiling at him while he smiled back at you. You were in front of the ferris wheel they had at the carnaval. The picture was one of the last pictures of you before your illness came back and eventually took you. It also had been the last time the five of you went as a family.

Bo went crazy after you were gone, he didn't know what to do with himself. Thankfully his brothers and Molly helped him during those first few months and he was finally able to snap out of his depression. It was still hard for him to go on without you but also he wanted to keep the promise he'd made to you that he wouldn't waste to nothing. He did stop luring people in town to kill, if anyone did wander in town, however, he and his brothers would get rid of them, to protect the towns dark secret and get rid of any threat to the family.

"Pwease come play with us uncle Bo." Delilah pleaded, pouting her lip.

She'd always do that to get the adults to do her bidding, and more often than not, it worked. This time was no different. He couldn't say no to that face. It reminded him alot of you, you'd pull the same puppy dog eyes and pouting lips, and the brothers would've jumped off a flying airplane for you. Bo knew for a fact that you and Delilah wouldve simply adored each other. You and him had talked about having kids but weren't able to. (It wasn't for lack of trying, though. Your body simply couldn't provide for a child, and you had actually miscarried twice.) That's why Bo loved Delilah like a daughter, in her he had the child he and you could never had. And he didn't want to miss out on spending time with his niece; kids grew up so fast.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, just gotta go check the sculptures and visit the cemetery real quick before we go." Bo announced, finally caved in.

"yaaaaayyy!" Delilah cheered. She wrapped her tiny arms around her uncle's neck and gave him a smooch on the cheek. Bo's heart melted and he was glad he had changed his mind about joining his family.

Vince and Lester help Bo with the tasks, and then they all went to the church cemetery. Lester,Vincent and Molly gave their respects to their lost friend, and they left to give Bo some privacy, knowing that he wouldn't let himself cry or speak up when surrounded by others.

He crouched down by your grave which was right between both your children's graves. You had named your son Dean and Bo had named your daughter Lily Rose. Dean was the first child, and you'd lost both of them a few months into each pregnancy. It devastated you and Bo of course, but you had each other and that helped immensely. You both however, still yearned for a little one, which is why you were both so ecstatic upon hearing that Molly and Vincent were expecting. You'd even bought some clothes and gave Molly the little baby caps and booties you'd knitted for your own babies. But unfortunately, before the baby had arrived you had passed suddenly, in your sleep.

"Little Delilah is growin' up so fast, Y/N. And between you three, and me, she's gonna grow up to be just like you, ain't that somethin?" He chuckles a bit, he dabs at te forming tears in his eyes with his knuckle.

"I really miss you, sweet pea. Really really miss you...it hurts so much." He said, taking a deep breath. He looked up at the afternoon sky. It was the kind of afternoon you loved, clear blue sky, the clouds were pink and orange with the sunset. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees and smelled of grass and nature. All of a sudden Bo felt cold, which was weird, since a few seconds ago he'd was almost sweating.

"Bo?" He turned around instantly at the sound of a familiar voice. He couldn't believe it. His mind finally snapped, He thought. I've finally gone mad. There you were, standing in front of him,clear as day. You were wearing a white dress, and you weren't alone.

"Y/N? Dean? Lily Rose?" Bo asked in shock. He couldn't believe his wife and his children were standing there with him. He'd never been a devoted believer, but he did know what his momma had taught him as a child.

"I know it's hard to take in, But yes. It's us." You smile at him. If you could, you'd be crying right now.

"We came here special to visit you, daddy." Your daughter says. She was wearing a dress similar to her mother's, and shoes like hers as well.

"Yeah don't be scared we just wanted to say hello." Your son spoke. He wore a white suit and tie, with white dress shoes.

Despite having passed away during infancy, they were both about eight years old in appearance. Dean clearly took after you with your face, your eye and hair color, while Lily Rose was the spitting image of Bo. Same face, those aquamarine blue eyes that he shared with his twin brother and niece. In fact, she looked very much like Delilah, which made sense, seeing that their fathers were idntentical twins. She also had Bo's chocolate brown curly hair.

"I...I can't believe you're all actually here."He choked out.

He walks over to the three of you and you all hug each other. You stay there for a long time. When you finally pull apart Bo's Eyes had nonstop tears streaming down his face. Youd also be a crying mess if you could cry.

"We love you. We want you to be happy." You told him and placed your hand on his cheek. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes. He opened them after a moment and stared into your eyes, those same eyes he yearned for since you'd left.

"Are you...happy?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yes. We are. We see you every day. We're happy that you have Vincent, Lester, Molly and Delilah. Don't be afraid to live life, don't miss out on watching our little niece grow up. Spend time with your brothers and Molly. We'll be here for you when it's time." You tell him. He lets out a sob and nods.

"One more thing, The big man upstairs wanted me to tell you, You and your brothers must stop hurting people. Be of good cheer, and be sober. Repent and pray, so that your sins do not follow you in the next life. Do good, your family awaits you."

Bo nods fervently. "I promise." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Goodbye, Bo." You whispered in his ear before stepping back.

"See you later daddy." The children say and wave. Lilly rose blew a kiss to her father, making his heart melt with joy. He watched as you take the children's hands and give him one last parting glance before turning around and walking away into a bright flash of light.

Bo stood there for a moment, feeling a strong sense of peace that he hadn't felt in forever. It overwhelmed him, and it felt like a immense weight had been taken off his back. He felt like he'd been underwater and could finally breath again. His heart felt whole.

"Uncle Bo?"

He turned to see Delilah standing a few feet away. she walks over and grabs her uncle's hand. She looked up at him with a smile.

"Its time to go." She said.

"it is, isn't it?" Bo smiled wistfully. She nodded. "Yup."

Delilah pulled his hand, leading him back around the church to where the others were.

"You okay, brother?" Lester asked. Vincent and Molly looked at him.

Bo nodded with a grin.

"I do. Now let's go have some family fun time."

A/N

Okay so idk if the ending was good, I think it was okay. I wanted it to feel like a walk to remember or the fault in our stars. And the message to match one of my all time favorite song lyrics from closing time by semi sonic, "every new beginning comes from another beginnings end." And also i wanted to show how goodbyes aren't forever, bit the love we have for one another is. Hope you enjoyed. Couldn't find gifs I wanted so here's some songs that i feel go well with the story.

[sebastard69]

I've started Stormblood, so as per usual here are some Thoughts:

In no particular order! Under the cut to avoid spoilers!

- Papalymo's death made me more sad than I would have expected. It's no Haurchefant moment, but it did make me tear up.

- I was less surprised by the Lyse reveal than I thought I should have been, but I guess that's more because I'm not too attached to Lyse and not because I saw it coming. Not to say I don't like her, I'm just not as attached to her as I am other Scions.

- So far, I'm not super invested in the story of Stormblood which is a shame. Heavensward had me IMMEDIATELY invested and antsy to continue the MSQ, but Stormblood has me like... eeeeeh about it? Which I hate because this is a conflict that's existed on the periphery of the story since pretty early in ARR so you'd think it would be more engaging from the get-go.

- i KNEW ilberd was the griffin i KNEW it and i knew he was up to some fuck shit but luring so many people into a trap and sacrificing them to summon shinryu is not at all what i had imagined. but at least he's fucking dead now. also the cinematography of that scene was intense and really great, super startling and unsettling.

- i adore the outfit tataru made me and i never want to take it off Q~Q

- alisaie!! i love her!! she's great so far i'm really enjoying getting to know her the way i know alphinaud

- i'm relieved to know what urianger was up to, i'm glad he wasn't actually betraying us, but i am endlessly frustrated at his methods because if he'd just said something we could have helped and/or found another way. i know some scions are more frustrated with him than ambrose is, and i think he's unnecessarily beating himself up over it. in the end he was trying to do what he thought would bring the most good with the least pain and he succeeded, i just wish he'd trusted in his friends more to help him.

- i feel bad for the warriors of darkness, they were used and manipulated by the ascians too. which like i knew that was probably the case but it was easier to believe they were just Shitty And Bad than address why they were susceptible to the ascians in the first place. i'm glad they got to go back to the First and i hope we see them again in better circumstances. maybe next time we'll be on the same side!

- still unclear about whether minfilia is alive or not but i guess that was probably the point

[princess-sethie-boo]

Be My Bad Boy

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Celeste 'Cece' Milanesi-Rollins (OC)

Rating: Explicit (like really, this is flith)

Warnings Language, slight voyerism Dom/sub play, SMUT. ALL OF THE SMUT. Heel!Seth/Heel!OC (Is that a warning? It should be.)

Author's Note: So Seth being such a cocky little shit last night opened the floodgates to my thirst for Heel!Bae, I miss him so. So this happened, and it also a futuretake of the fic I'm currently working on with my best friend Chris. All you really need to know is Seth and Celeste are married, have a loose Dom/sub relationship and to be quite honest? They aren't very good people.

Summary: Seth is in the mood to celebrate after his victory over Shinsuke Nakamura, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it his wife started the party without him.

Taglist: @evilangel84 @iwritewwe @sugasfatgf @nerdlife0612 @magical419 @the-goddess-queen-of-chaos @empress-with-the-crown

Seth walked backstage from his match with Shinsuke with a cocky smirk on his handsome face. He hadn't had that much fun in quite a while.

Sure he'd hit him with a few cheap shots, but honestly who the fuck cared. No one was around that would dare tell him he was being a bad boy, the only person he'd listen to now was his wife and she got off on him being a cocky asshole so she'd only encourage him to be even worse.

Not only had he won the match, Dean hadn't shown his ugly mug at all tonight, honestly in a way he felt like he owed Dean a thank you, he hadn't only set himself free from the burden of caring about his brothers, he'd also set Seth free from the burden of pretending to be a good person. Unfortunately for Deano his reward for his gift was going to be Seth stomping his head into another dimension. He'd be nice and forgo the cinder blocks this time…out of respect.

Seth wouldn't ever admit it out loud but he had been worried his former partner would try to fuck up his match tonight just for the hell of it.

Seth walked into his locker room, tossed the Intercontinental Title on his bag and started to strip his clothes off to take a shower before he and his wife went out to eat since they were on the west coast and it was still pretty early in the evening.

Finally nude he walks towards the shower, realizes that it's already running and thought he could hear….was that moaning?

Sure enough when he walked into the shower his beautiful wife was leaning against one of the shower walls, naked as the day she was born, her fingers deep inside her soaking wet pussy and moaning his name.

Moving slowly as to not tip her off that she now had an audience, he crept closer and kneeling down in front of her, snatched her hand away and latched his mouth onto her clit in one swift movement.

Letting out a half scream Cece looked down and saw her husband already hard at work eating his favorite treat.

"Fuck, baby!" she moaned loudly grabbing a hand full of his hair.

Seth releases her swollen clit and looks up licking her juices off his lips and with a sly smirk says "Now this is the kind of victory celebration I'm ALWAYS up for."

"You were such a cocky little shit tonight…I haven't seen you act like that since he came back." Cece whispers "It was so fucking sexy babe, I couldn't help myself. I had to come."

A slightly darker expression comes over Seth's face at the mention of Dean. Rising to his feet he picks her up forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. "That fucking special, fuck him. He has no idea what he's done" Seth says angrily.

Cece wraps her arms around her husband's neck and looks into his dark almost rage filled eyes. "Its okay baby, you're going to destroy him at TLC. He acts it's not about titles and now all of a sudden he's coming for yours. What a fucking hypocrite." Cece had never seen her husband's darker side and an overwhelming part of her wanted to, needed to experience the ruthless bastard that had first caught her attention on television long before she'd met him in person.

Seth tilted his head to the side and took a good look at her, "You want me bad, baby?" He said with a mischievous smirk. "I am getting bored with being such a goody two shoes, Dean's as good an excuse as any to indulge my darker impulses"

Celeste nodded almost instantly, that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She'd tried so hard to follow Seth's example and be a good girl, but if she was honest with herself? She was much more like her husband's former persona then his current one.

"Enough about Ambrose. We'll take care of his ass, believe that." Seth leans in and covers her mouth with his, taking complete control of her with his kiss. "I'm going to fuck your brains out in this locker room, take you out to a nice dinner and then fuck your brains out again back at the hotel. You on board with that plan?"

Cece nodded wordlessly, but Seth shook his head "Nope" he said popping the P, "You know your supposed to use your words, so I'll give you one more chance or we can just go to dinner and you can go without an orgasm till sometime tomorrow. Do you want me to fuck you senseless, take you out on a date and then fuck you senseless again?"

"Yes!" She blurted out trying to rub herself against Seth's semi hard cock. "That's all I wanted to hear, I got you babe." Shutting off the shower and carrying her into the main part of their locker room he put her down, snagged a towel and quickly dried both of them off.

Then tossing another towel onto the couch he left her standing across the room and she watched as he sat down and made himself comfortable, lounging back like a king on his throne, his behavior and mannerisms giving her an inkling of what was coming next and fuck she hoped she was right.

She started to walk over and join him when Seth confirmed her suspicions and her hopes when he stopped her by asking "Playtime?"

Without any hesitation she replied "Yes, Master Sethie."

"What are your safe words?" He asked her quietly, because to Seth it didn't matter that he'd been her Dom for months, consent was Seth's biggest rule and he ALWAYS made her repeat her safe words before they played these types of games.

"Train to slow down, Subway for full stop" she said quietly.

"My good little Kitten, kneel please." He said almost politely. Celeste knelt on the carpeted floor of their locker room across from him and waited for his next instruction.

"Crawl to me." He ordered then watched intensely as she moved towards him on her hands and knees until she was kneeling between his thick thighs staring at his now rock hard cock.

"Eyes on me, Kitten." Waiting for her to do as he said and look at him he told her "I want this sexy fucking mouth on my cock" he says rubbing his thumb across her plush red lips.

Cece obeyed and took her husband's cock in her mouth, causing his head to drop back on the couch and let loose a loud groan. "That's it baby." He said running his fingers through her long raven hair, as she started to bob her head taking him deeper and deeper with each pass. After a few long minutes he tugged on her hair signaling to stop. "My kitten is so FUCKING good at that. I don't want to come down your throat right now babe, but I do want my mouth on that cunt again. Come sit on my face, Kitten."

Scrambling up onto the couch with him she planted her knees on the headrest of the couch on either side of Seth's head and lowered her pussy to his face so he could eat her out again. She'd never heard of a man outside of a romance novel that liked to eat pussy as much as Seth seemed to.

"Shit, fucking hell, fuck Master Sethie your so fucking good at this please baby, fuck you take care of me so good." She said babbling as he slowly fried her brain with pleasure, his thick beard rasping against her thighs adding another layer of sensation to the always overwheming experience.

"Come on, Kitten come on my fucking face, then I'm gonna make you come again on my cock"

Almost instantly after being given permission, Celeste wailed Seth's name loudly as she fell over into her orgasm, not giving a flying fuck who heard her. Maybe that bitch would hear her and stop sniffing after her fucking man.

Before her pussy could even stop spasming in pleasure Seth gripped her hips and in an impressive show of strength impaled her right on his rigid cock, causing an instant second orgasm as he started bouncing her up and down taking her hard and deep just the way she loved it. She'd been a virgin when she'd met Seth and he'd made it his mission in life to make damn fucking sure she'd never want another man ever.

"One more Kitten, lucky number three with me." He said cackling slightly at his inadvertent rhyme, before taking one hand off her hip to rub at her swollen, sensitive clit.

"SETHIE!" She screamed as she came for the third time, the tight, clenching inner muscles of her pussy dragging Seth happily over the edge with her with a gutteral groan of her name.

Hot, sweaty and limply draped over him, Celeste cought her breath enough to say "Dean's gonna regret opening Pandora's box isn't he?"

"If he doesn't yet he will when his head is hitting the mat in a month." He replied

"And after Dean?"

"That shiny red belt would look nice around my waist wouldn't it Kitten? I think it's finally time for us to burn Suplex City to the fucking ground."

[happybirthdaydany]

I wish we could stay like this forever…”

The village was beautiful, but it looked even better from the rooftops. On a night as well lit as tonight, the full moon reflected off of all nearby surfaces, most notably the billowy white dress Lily was wearing. Ambrose wondered how she wasn’t freezing this late at night, especially since she was holding his admittedly cold hand, but when she said those eight words, it made more sense. She dealt with the cold because she loved him. She stayed up late to see him because that’s when he could visit her. She would hold his hand and sleep underneath his icy body without complaint because it was where she wanted to be. It was so simple, really, that he wondered how it hadn’t hit him before, but that was the beauty of Lily. She saw the world in a much simpler way than he did. Ambrose saw the world through the complicated lines of blueprints, all while this woman he’d fallen for saw colors and broad strokes and the beauty in everything, even him.

When he’d been turned into a vampire, he thought he’d been turned into a monster like the evil person who attacked him and his mother. He tried to do good in the world to counteract it, like when he turned his sister who all but begged for immortality, but it didn’t change the fact that Ambrose hated himself for a long time. Where was the wonder when it came to a man who would outlive everybody he loved? What could the world bring him while the buildings he designed turned to stone, to ash, to nothing, and all he could do was stand there watching it all happen? Being a vampire was a curse, or at least, that’s how it felt until he met Lily.

It helped that when he met her, there was already a small but devoted group of people who didn’t see him as a monster. They saw him as a god and he’d spent so long angry at himself for just existing that he didn’t discourage them. It felt good to be worshipped instead of feared. Lily was different though. Yes, she looked at him with doting eyes, but that wasn’t because she thought he was a god, not really. She didn’t see him as solely a god or a monster. Right from the start, it was obvious that she saw him as a man, and that was why he felt safe telling her the truth about who and what he was, and where he’d come from. He’d fully expected her to run from him when he told her, but she hadn’t. If anything, the truth had just brought them closer and had given them opportunities to have a real, honest relationship. It was the best one he’d had in all his life, and he couldn’t imagine it getting any better than this. 

“We could. Stay like this forever.” He hadn't expected to say that but once he did, he knew he meant it. When Ambrose had turned his sister into a vampire, he did so to please her, but it also brought him regret and fear that he'd doomed her to a damned immortal life. Offering to turn Lily was different already. He wasn't damning her to anything, he was inviting her into a long life with him. There was no fear. In fact, the wonder in her big beautiful eyes only made him feel hope. "I love you. When I look at your face, I see my future, and for the first time, that future is... beautiful. We could be anywhere or any time, doing anything at all, and as long as I'm with you, it's all I want. I want to marry you, Lily de Lioncourt. I want to be your husband for as long as is humanly possible and beyond that. Will you do me that honor?"

Lily squealed excitedly and the next thing he knew, he was getting covered in kisses and it made butterflies flutter in his stomach for the first time in literal ages. His betrothed was shivering through her thin dress but she didn't let that stop her from being close to him and he swore to himself that that kind of love would never be something he took for granted. Ambrose wasn't a monster; he was the luckiest man in the world and he'd work hard every day for the rest of forever to earn the way Lily looked at him. "Now," he smiled, revealing his fangs, "what do you say, Mrs. Bathory? Shall we make this the first night of the rest of forever?"

[letscausealittlehavoc]

Fallen Angel - Jimmy Havoc

*Late at night I could hear the crying

I hear it all, trying to fall asleep

When all the love around you is dying

How do you stay so strong?

How did you hide it all for so long?

How can I take the pain away?

How can I save?*

Jimmy watched the light inside her start to fade the more she was with Dunne. "Why don't you say something?" Mark Haskins asks. "She doesn't see it. She won't listen to me anyway." Jimmy said. "Bullshit. She loves you. She's waiting for you to help her." Vicki said. Jimmy just shook his head and watched Amarie being dragged towards Dunne's locker room. "Weren't you there for her during that downward spiral she was going through?" Mark asks. Jimmy nods. "I'm the reason she smiles now, or should I say used to smile."

Jimmy could hear her telling Pete she didn't want to go with him. "Stop, Pete. I don't want to go with you right now. I have a match in 20 minutes." She said. "I don't fuckin care. You're coming with me now." Pete said. Jimmy finally had enough and followed them. "Jimmy?" Mark called. He watched Pete try to shove his tounge in her mouth. "Hey! Leave her alone, Dunne. She said no." Jimmy said. Pete snarled at Jimmy and pushed Amarie away from him. Jimmy caught Amarie and held her in his arms. "Didn't your mum ever teach ya how to treat a lady?" Jimmy spat. Pete ingnores him and walks away. "We'll finish this later, doll." Pete tells Amarie. "Not while I'm around." Jimmy said. "What the hell, Jimmy?! I didn't need your help!" Amarie said, pulling away from Jimmy. Jimmy knew she didn't mean it, but her words still hurt. "What the hell happened to ya?" Jimmy asked her. That stopped Amarie in her tracks. "What do you mean?" She asked. "You used to be so happy and now you're back to the way you used to be when you were with Ambrose! I was right beside you when you went to hell and back again! You're falling into the same rut you were in! If you keep this up Amarie, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you this time." Jimmy said before leaving. "I'm doing this to protect you!" She yelled after him. "Jimmy, wait up." Mark called after him. He ignored Mark and kept walking. Amarie just watched Jimmy walk away from her and she fell to her knees. "Amarie? Love, you okay?" Mark Andrews asked. "He's right. I am falling into the same rut I was in." She said. Mark helped her up and held her as she cried. "You have a match in ten minutes. Fix ya makeup and talk to him after. He'll listen. Trust me." Mandrews told her. She nods and does as she's told.

*A fallen angel, in the dark

Never thought you'd fall so far

Fallen angel, close your eyes

I won't let you fall tonight

Fallen angel*

Jimmy watched her match and her words still ring in his head. 'I'm doing this to protect you!'

"I wonder what she meant by that." He said. "She's been protecting ya from Dunne." A voice said. Jimmy looked up to see Gregory York. "What do you mean?" Jimmy asked. "Dunne told her that if she didn't date him and cut you out of her life, he'd end your career. She's been protecting ya for months Jimmy and you just haven't seen it." Gregory said. Jimmy jumped to his feet.

*You do it all for my own protection

You make me feel like I'll be okay

Still I have so many questions*

Amarie won her match and Jimmy was there to greet her. "You shouldn't be here, Jimmy. He's going to be here any minute." Amarie said. Jimmy pulled her to his locker room and as soon as he closed the door, he wrapped Amarie in a hug. "I can't believe you'd suffer with Pete Dunne to protect me." He whispered in her ear. Amarie broke down in tears. "He was going to hurt you, Jimmy! He was actually serious. I couldn't let you get hurt!"

"Hush! He'd have Haskins and Gregory to deal with as well as myself. I just want to see you happy, Mia. Pete isn't the one to make you happy." Jimmy told her. "I can make you happy." Amarie smiles and hugs Jimmy tighter. "You always do, Jimmy. You always do." Jimmy cups her face and kisses her. Amarie melts into the kiss and wraps her arms around him. "Stay with me and leave Dunne, please." Jimmy said. Amarie nods and holds Jimmy close again. Jimmy whispers in her ear, "Fallen angel, close your eyes

I won't let you fall tonight

Fallen angel, just let go

You don't have to be alone

Fallen angel, close your eyes

I won't let you fall tonight

Fallen angel."

Amarie smiles and looks at Jimmy. "Come on, Angel. Let's wreak Havoc in Pete Dunne's world." Jimmy said.

*Fallen angel, close your eyes

I won't let you fall tonight

Fallen angel*

(This is my story that is on Wattpad and Fanfiction.net so not it's not a copy of anything but from myself. Hope you like it! 😆)