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Imagine both Leon and Luis offering you their jackets when you start shivering.

“You cold?”

“A little bit, but nothing I can’t handle.”

You say this with your teeth chattering and it was clear on Leon’s unamused face that he wasn’t buying it. The blonde sighs, hiding a slight smirk before his lips return to his characteristic frown.

“Here,” he says, shrugging out of his thick, fur-lined jacket. In doing so, the strong definition of muscles on his arms and chest came into full display and you couldn’t help but note every sculpted line. Those years of secret government training did wonders for his physique and the tight navy shirt left little to the imagination. Your overactive thoughts nearly run wild when his arms flexed out of his sleeves.

Remembering yourself, you shake your head. “I appreciate the thought, but then you’ll be the one freezing.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Leon says with a slight smile, his gentle tone echoing yours when you tried to save face in a surprisingly teasing manner. For as long as you’ve known the blonde, he was rarely warm and gentle. His stern, straight-laced demeanor and dry sense of humor often overshadows his kinder, sociable qualities. So to see him so openly considerate was a rare treat. This unexpected side of him stirred feelings inside you that are not at all unwelcome, but you found yourself at a loss for words.

He takes his jacket by the collar and offers it to you with an encouraging look that said that he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. You breathe out an air of defeat, reaching towards him. Against your will, your eyes roamed over the thick veins of his strong forearm and bicep appreciatively, and you tried to recover by quickly looking up. That was a mistake. He was no longer wearing a grin, but the heat within his eyes intensifies when they meet yours. You felt your cheeks burning under his knowing gaze.

Your fingertips (unintentionally) brush against his as you grabbed hold of the faux fur and was about to accept the weight of the clothing in your hands until you felt something warm and heavy drop around your shoulders. It took you by surprise and you look over to your side to see Luis standing next to you- sans leather jacket.

The Spaniard had his signature lopsided smile on his handsome face as he adjusted the stitched leather around you, making sure that it would not fall. It gave you an opportunity to look him over as well. You knew he wore a white-buttoned shirt, but now that he wasn’t wearing his jacket, you can see how nicely the fabric fitted on his frame.

For a man who considers himself the brains of your group, he was impressively cut. While Luis wasn’t as strongly built as Leon, he had a lean, well-defined waist that would have otherwise been hidden from sight with his jacket on. The sleeves of the shirt hugs his long arms nicely and his broad frame tautly stretches the thin creases that ran across the fabric, accentuating the exposed portion of his scarred chest. It became apparent to you then that Luis left the few buttons undone for reasons beyond just visual appeal.

The dark-haired man chuckled beneath his breath as he caught you staring. “Take mine, my friend. I’ve kept it warm- just for you.”

“Luis,” you started, trying to keep a straight face, “aren’t you worried about getting sick?” Your consideration came from a genuine place of concern and it showed in your voice, but you couldn’t argue the relief you felt wrapped inside the warmth provided by his jacket. You thought the leather would do little against the chilly weather, but surprisingly, it felt wonderful on you- most certainly because Luis’ heat formerly occupied it and the thought of you surrounded in said heat made your already feverish blush deepen.

“Y no te preocupes por mí.” He assures confidently. “I grew up in these parts. This weather doesn’t affect me one bit, so I insist.”

The man doesn’t give you an opportunity to respond.

“Unless…” Luis pauses for a second, playfulness glinting in his grey eyes. He then steps closer to your front. The movement forces you to reflexively let go of Leon’s jacket, leaving it to hang in the other man’s hand to allow room for the Spaniard to step in between you. Now only Luis stands in your full view, his eyes locking yours, all while maintaining his charming grin. “We come in close. Like this.”

The devilish man wraps a daring arm around your shoulders, nudging you closer to him but not forceful enough where you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to. You subconsciously didn’t want to and allowed him to bring you in, stopping to where your chests are merely a hair’s breath away from pressing against one another.

“This way we can keep each other warm,” he continues with a wink. “A good idea, ¿sí?”

Your ears pick up an annoyed scoff and you look over Luis’ broad shoulder. Leon stood with arms crossed, his bored eyes casted to the side as if finding something interesting in the distance. He already had his jacket back on, much to your disappointment.

Before you, Luis wears an amused smirk, addressing the blonde without looking at him with faux intrigue, his focused gaze still resting entirely on you. “Something funny, Sancho?”

Leon ignores the obvious jab, “Just making mental bets on how long you’ll last before you start running your mouth. So far, I’m leaning towards two minutes.”

This made the Spaniard take a step back to turn his body sideways, arm still resting around you. Luis hums thoughtfully.

“Such harsh words for a squire,” he dismisses the counter with a casual shrug, squeezing your shoulder. At the time, you thought it to be a warm gesture, not once detecting the possessive undertones blatantly on display at the action. “Never underestimate a knight’s resilience. Or his endurance.”

If you had paid attention, you would have noticed the two men glaring at one another. You would have caught Leon’s challenging snarl and Luis’ taunting gaze. But no, you were too busy settling into Luis’ jacket, slipping your arms into the sleeves and zipping it closed around your form.

Ashley’s voice calls out to the three of you, announcing that she found something. Without a second thought, you start stepping towards her direction, separating yourself from Luis’ heat. You missed the frown he wore at your absence and by the time you looked back at him, he had on his usual charming smirk.

“Thanks for the jacket, Luis. I’ll give it back, I promise.” You say graciously, causing his grin to widen to a genuine smile. You then stop before Leon, also offering him a grateful look as you patted his chest. It was meant to be an amicable touch but the contact sent jolts of electricity from your palm to your chest. His body exuded an inviting warmth that made you hesitant to withdraw as you spoke trying to keep your voice level. “And I appreciate the thought, Leon. You’re always so reliable.”

You missed the subtle redness in his cheeks then too, willing yourself to give space and continuing to move to Ashley’s location. Both men are left staring after you, longing evident in the pools of silver and blue. After what seemed like an eternity of tense silence, Luis is the first to speak up.

“Dos minutos, mi culo.” He grumbles, a hint of amused irritation in his thick accented voice.

Leon snorts in turn. “That was generous.”

I know this is about Bo, and I loved it, but I'd keep every single bad taxidermy statue from Lester, name every single one and learn to sow so I could give them little outfits 😍🥺

Bo Sinclair Relationship Headcanons (m/f)

He isn't usually a touchy-feely sort of guy, but around you, he's all hands on deck. He's certainly rough with you, but loves to call you sweet names like "babydoll", "sweetheart" and, "darling."

He loves to pick you up and throw you around, spinning you in the air. He's a strong man, so no matter your size, he'll be sure to toss you around.

He's not much of a cook, but he'll try for you, learning new recipes from the ancient cookbooks left in Ambrose.

He's what you'd call... Experimental, constantly wanting to try new kinks with you, especially if you enjoy them. He'd never push you too far without your consent, but he definitely wants everyone to know that he owns you.

Every time new visitors come to Ambrose, you and Bo pose as husband-and-wife, even if you aren't officially married.

He shows you off to his siblings, bragging about how he owns such a "beautiful darling woman".

Music is extremely important in your relationship, with Bo sharing the songs that he likes (mostly nu-metal), and you sharing yours. He's always open to new suggestions, and takes every one as a gift, claiming it's "our song".

He loves grabbing you and tossing you around, leaving bruises all over your body. Just another way to mark you.

You quickly became a part of the Sinclair family once Bo expressed his attraction to you, the siblings treating you as their own.

As an honorary Sinclair, the three siblings always get you little gifts. Vincent giving you little wax sculptures, Lester giving you... Poorly made taxidermy statues, and Bo giving you little artifacts that remind him of you. Some of these include pretty flowers, shiny rocks and crystals, and the snacks that you love.

Bo loves sharing his childhood memories with you, even if some of them are less than savory, they always bring you a little bit closer to him.

He is extremely possessive of you, and would do anything to protect you, including murder. Especially murder.

When you feel insecure or sad, he makes sure you know how beautiful you are, on the inside and out, just like the "precious gems you always love so much."

A Vincent thought I just had. I wrote this on my phone so bear with me. (Very faintly spicy, but otherwise completely wholesome.)

Also: Vincent only wears a mask that covers half of his face in this.

You notice the faint brown strands peeking out on the top of his hand as he helps you with cooking.

He's chopping vegetables, skillfully as ever and you need to bite your cheek to look away from his hands. That's when you detect the faded dark brown at his hairline, peeking through the usually smooth raven hair.

A part of you amuses itself with the thought of Vincent dyeing his hair all alone, hands and neck stained black. The other half immediately sees your own hands in his hair, fingers smoothing out the ink black dye over his scalp. You gulp as you imagine his relaxed groans, his eyelids fluttering shut over dark eyes. Warmth pools in your belly.

A wave in front of your eyes brings you back to reality. Vincent gestures to the chopping board and you feel heat rising into your cheeks at the realization that you had been downright staring at him.

'You good?', he signs, eyebrow tilting up at your flustered expression.

"Want me to dye your hair?", you blurt out, immediately regretting your lack of self-discipline.

Your answer seems to surprise him and he halts.

"Sorry that was a little straightforward. I just-", you scratch your neck, painfully embarrassed, "I just noticed the black dye has washed out a little."

Vincent's eyes crinkle, your belly flutters at the sight of the corner of his mouth rising, and then he nods.

'I guess I have been delaying it for long enough. After dinner?', he signs.

You barely have time to nod before Bo barges into the kitchen and interrupts the two of you. The thought pushes itself at the back of your brain as you eat and clean up.

Only when Vincent appears in the kitchen, black stained towels and dye in his hands, you face your idea again.

"Maybe we should dye it here, it's probably easier to clean up. And we can still wash it out in the bathroom later."

Vincent just nods and puts the things on the counter, sinking on a chair after he's pulled it from the living room.

You're already in the process of mixing the dye when you realize he's only wearing a Tanktop, also stained in black liquid. You nearly drop the tube with dye as you watch his muscles move beneath the skin. Man, you're down bad.

The lack of gloves bothers you only a little as you approach the tall man, admiring the long strands of hair falling over his shoulders.

"Can you lean back a little?", you ask, painfully aware of the heat Vincent's emitting.

The artist's hand leans back and he closes his eyes, completely trusting you with the black strands.

His breath hitches as your fingers get in contact with his scalp, the dye cold and wet on his skin. You massage his hair throughoughly, making sure to get color on everything.

Vincent's brown hairline isn't all too long so it doesn't take long to cover it all, much to your disdain. Vincent seems to enjoy it too, head pushing into your fingers and towards the massage you're giving him.

You step around the chair after you finish, wanting to check for spots you missed from the other side. So, trying to ignore how close you are, you focus on his hair.

Vincent feels your hot breath on his forehead, your smell encasing him fully and he clenches his fists so he doesn't do anything stupid.

You can't help the small feeling of disappointment when you realize that you got all of his brown hair, and your task is finished. Not wanting to leave this close proximity all too soon, you let your eyes travel down to his face, or at least, the half of it which you can see.

Vincent's brows are slightly furrowed, his jaw a little tense and you wonder if he dislikes your presence. His eyes are still closed though, and his breathing is even, chest rising with every deep breath. Then you make an even more interesting discovery.

"You have freckles!", you exclaim, a grin stretching your lips.

Vincent's eyes open in surprise and he takes a deep breath at the proximity. Just a few more inches and his lips could be on yours, his hands on your hips.

"They're so faint but here,", you gesture to his nose and then to his forehead, "and here!".

It takes a second but soon you realize what you're doing and quickly lean back, clearing your throat.

"Sorry, I-", you busy yourself by getting rid of the dye you didn't use, "I don't know why I'm so distracted today. I'll get you some conditioner for when you're done with washing it out.".

And within a second you're out of the door, and around the corner. Vincent can't help the smile on his lips as he touches his nose. Freckles.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY FROM MY WAX HEART TO YOURS 🧡

Hiya! I love your stuff. Do you ever plan on continuing the Abe Sapien x Kelpie reader story? (Confuseing Feelings)

Hi! Thank you so much for the question! Sorry the reply took so long, I'm graduating this year so I don't have nearly as much time for writing as I'd like to. I'd love to continue all stories with my OCs, the thing is, I'm not good at making OCs XD. Confusing feelings was my very first work on this blog and at that time, Lynn was just an idea that came to my head. No real backstory or personality tbh. I took some time a few days ago to change her design a little bit and I want to focus on my OCs a little more. So, I will definitely continue with the story, but don't expect it to be anytime soon I guess😅 Here is the design: