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Bo Sinclair (House of Wax '05)

He's super fucking annoyed at this new habit of yours. He wakes up one night to noises in the kitchen, and at first doesn't even notice you gone from the bed until he's sneaking up on the intruder--only, there isn't an intruder. It's just you, making a fuck ton of noise messing with the kitchen drawers absentmindedly.

"What the fuck are you doin'?" He doesn't even realize you're asleep until he grabs you and spins you around to face him, only to see your eyes glossed over as you don't react to him. This just pisses him off even more, because of course you'd be a fucking sleepwalker. He shakes you awake and starts bitching at you as he drags you back to bed. He has no time for this y/n, he needs to sleep.

Threatens to tie you to the bed if you don't stop. You argue that you can't control what you do in your sleep, but he doesn't care; you will stop or you will be tied down. There is no room for discussion with Bo as he has to have things his way. You can still try, of course, but it'll only get you so far. No one wins an argument with Bo Sinclair.

He makes true on his promise about tying you down. The next night, he wakes up again to sleep walking you, this time trying to open the (locked) front door. This sent him into a frenzy, screaming at you for trying to leave. Bo has terrible abandonment issues, so the fact that your subconscious tried to leave fucks him up deeply. He forces you back into bed, and ties you down despite your protests.

He's secretly heartbroken. He won't admit to it, of course, but there's no denying the ache in his chest. You wedged your way into his heart, and now you're trying to leave? There is nothing you can say to make him calm down, or convince him you don't want to leave. In the back of his mind for the next few months is the image of you trying to leave, and abandoning him forever.

He refuses to let you go. In the morning, you try to convince him that you weren't trying to leave, that you were just sleep walking, but he doesn't care. He'll be an asshole and lock you in y'all's room to sulk, only coming in ever so often to give you bits of food. He doesn't let you out of the room for weeks until he finally feels secure enough to start letting you roam the house again.

If you continue to sleep walk, he will continue to tie you down. Be prepared to have sore wrists for the rest of your life.

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax '05)

Terrified of you leaving him. One night, Vincent wakes up to find you gone from the bed, nowhere to be found. He's frantic, and he practically tears Ambrose to the ground trying to find you. You're one of the only good things left in his life, and losing you would break him apart. He's sick with grief at the thought. He's angry that you would try to leave. But mostly, he's scared.

He finds you in the museum, staring at one of the 'sculptures' absentmindedly. He realizes pretty quickly, however, that you aren't in the right of mind when he tries to frantically sign at you and you don't respond. He slightly sighs in relief when he realizes that you aren't actually trying to leave, just sleepwalking. Still, there's a knot in his stomach as he gently carries you back to bed that won't go away.

Ties you to the floor at night. You wake up one morning to the familiar feeling of a cold chain around your ankle, and you realize you've been tied down to a metal cuff sticking out from the ground. You call for Vincent immediately, and he tries his best to calm you down and comfort you. You beg and beg to be let out, that you would never leave him and that you love him-! But in the end, no amount of pleading can convince him to unchain you. He just can't let you go, y/n. And if chaining you down in the basement is the only way he can keep you, well...

Tries to take you on "walks". It's humiliating. You want to scream at him after he signs to you his suggestion. You aren't a dog. You beg for him to let you free, just for an hour or so, but he won't budge (even though he really wants to). If you want to walk around Ambrose, he'll insist on you wearing your ankle chain, with him holding the other end. If you do end up agreeing to this, expect to be heavily humiliated by Bo, who laughs his ass off the first time he sees you and Vincent walking together, chain and all.

Stays up at night more often to watch you. He has nightmares about you leaving him. He can't sleep, not until he's for sure certain that you can't won't leave him during the night. He's so embarrassed to admit it, but he gets sick at the thought of you away from him. He adores you and if he lost you? He would probably kill himself. Maybe he'd take all of Ambrose with him. He doesn't want to think about it.

Adds padding to your ankle cuff. It ends up chaffing you in the night, so one day Vincent convinces Bo to go to the next town over and buy some ankle cuffing for you to wear so the chain doesn't bruise you anymore. He wanted to try to use wax as a padding first, but you didn't like the idea (for some reason).

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax '05)

Tries not to take it personally. He hopes knows you don't really want to leave him (anymore); yet one night when he finds you shambling down the road in a sleep-ridden trance, he can't help but feel a little...upset? Offended? He'll guide you back home but on the way he's thinking about how he can further drill into your subconscious that you need to be with him at all times. That means even in your sleep, y/n!

Lester puts furniture in front of the door. He smiles to himself as he builds a wall of chairs blocking the front door, effectively creating a barrier between you and the outside world. He thinks he's so smart. His heart breaks in half the next night when he hears the chairs tumbling down and your unconscious body pawing at the doorknob. He's also a little impressed that you managed to sleep through such commotion...!

He sleeps on top of you. It's a bit uncomfortable having a full grown man slumped over you every night, but it's the only thing he can think of after his previous attempts to keep you in bed. If you really have a problem with him sleeping on you, he'll (reluctantly) stop, but you'll still find an arm strewn across your body every night. He just really wants you to stay in bed, y/n.

Still ends up taking it personally. He doesn't say it out loud, but every time you're out in Ambrose, he gets nervous that you might just walk off into the forest, wanting freedom to leave him. And when you start sleepwalking more and more, it starts to confirms all his fears that you actually want to leave. He tries to ignore it, but really he gets a deep ache in his chest when he sees you up at night, absentmindedly swaying by the barricaded door. "You don't really wanna leave me, right darlin'?"

Asks every single visitor about sleepwalking tips. It's annoying to most, but he doesn't care (or doesn't notice). He needs to figure out a way to help you, so why not ask the future wax figures? Most of the visitors shrug off his questions or get too creeped out by his general person to give genuine answers, but ever so often he gets a legitimate tip that he's desperate to try on you the following night. Ever heard of sleep hypnosis, y/n?

You were still a bit nervous to head home so late. The sun was setting, and it casted the New York sky scrapers were casting such eerie shadows across the world. There was a beauty in it, but also it’s terrifying. Terrifying to be out late in the city night.

Had you picking up the pace.

As you tried to hurry home, before the street lights kicked on, you would hear the trash cans banging together. Made your heart stop, as you instinctively turned to look at the noise.

Didn’t seem like a person at least, so that gave you some calm. Still, could be a wild dog. Not that you hated dogs or anything, but street dogs are built to survive the streets for a reason.

You couldn’t help but stare, and wait, to see what would come out. Maybe it’s a kitten? A puppy? Ok now that you were cycling through the concept of a poor lost animal in the streets of the city that never sleeps had your heart ache.

Call you dumb, but you went to peak.

Was met with quite a surprise.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking at. It was some weird looking platypus mixed with a mole. Maybe it’s a sister species to platypi? It’s not unheard of that the rich and powerful have exotic animals. That there’s a black market for them. Maybe this poor baby escaped.

“You poor thing. New York and scraps isn’t meant for you.” You would Cooe at it, as the little creature looked up at you. Looking scared honestly. Would even reach its little arms out to you. How that made your heart explode from the utter cuteness.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Come here baby.” You would lift up the strange creature, and opened your jacket to tuck them closer to your chest. Help them warm up from the cold streets.

They would snuggle into your chest, as they felt a little safer. Grabbed at your top even. Didn’t want to end up back to the streets again. Like hell you would.

With a baby to take care of you made your quick walk into a proper jog. A rather good motivation to help you speed up on your way home. You had a tiny little thing to care for. One that needed a bath and some food. Shit, what would it eat? Maybe you’ll leave a variety of foods out and whatever they go for first could be what they like? You’ll worry about it later. Now was to get home.

Into the apartment complex you went, up the elevator, and you were home. Made sure all your locks on your door were clicked, and you would soon drop your things off.

“You poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up, and feed you. How’s that sound?” You swore they were nodding at you. Seeming to comprehend what you were telling them very well. Maybe it’s an exotic pet thing? Or you are tired. Probably tired.

Into the bathroom you went. You ran a warm bath for them, and kept it shallow. Didn’t quite know what to do, so you just set them down in the warm water. Didn’t really have animal safe soap, so just water and a rag will do.

Have the cutest little noises at the gentle scrubs. Poor thing was filthy. Must have been on the streets for a while. Broke your heart. Such a brave little solider. Able to handle out there for as long as they did.

“Let’s dry you off and feed you.” You would lift the little thing up, and made sure they got nice and dry. Get all that grime off them. Certainly seemed alot happier now, so you guess you did a really good job.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom you heard knocking at your door. Who’s going to be contacting you this late? Let alone you in general? Had you cautious. You first found a strange animal, and now someone was knocking at your door? That didn’t equal good.

“Don’t make a noise. I’ll be right back.” You whispered, as you quickly took them to your room. Plopped right on your bed, and you closed the door.

You would wrap yourself in a bath robe, since you had changed into your sleep wear, and peeped through the peep hole.

The sight sure was strange.

There on the other side had to be the embodiment of sunshine. Had this curious attire of blue and browns, a suit case in one hand, and a stick in the other? Why does this fluffy haired guy have a stick with him? Maybe you just couldn’t see properly from the peep hole.

“Who’s at the door?!” You called, and you watched those big sparkling eyes light up. Excited that someone was home.

“Ah yes! Uh you don’t know me but you have something of mine! A sweet little thing. His name is Teddy! He’s mine. My Ni-Uh. Mine. Just mine!” He called back, as you were confused. How did he know you had something?

“One moment!” You figured you would see if he was right. You would quickly return to your bedroom, seeing the animal still on your bed, and called out.

“Come here Teddy-!”

And like that he was running right over you. Quick to jump into your arms.

Ok, maybe this guy had some truth. Still, you had questions.

You would return to the door, only to see that all the locks on the door were undone. Had you so horribly confused. There was a number of locks in a variety of styles there. No way you forgot to lock them all. Could you?

That’s when the door opened, and the man stepped in. The way Teddy seemed to squeak for the strangers attention. Hands reaching out like a toddler who wanted their mother. Was just so human. Seemed like Teddy really loved this stranger.

So, you didn’t refuse.

“OH TEDDY I WAS SO WORRIED-!” He sounded ready to sob, as he held Teddy close. Tears in the corner of his eyes as Teddy held the man’s face. Giving his cheek plenty of Nuzzles.

“You seem suspiciously clean for running around out there. Did you wash him? Did you take care of him-?” He spoke with such enthusiasm. Was like he might burst into confetti.

“Uh yeah. I just saw him hiding by some trash cans and I just couldn’t leave him behind. He wasn’t aggressive in the slightest either. Poor Teddy was cold, and just alone. I was actually about to try and feed him even.”

You were soon yanked into a rather tight hug. Felt like he might squeeze you lifeless. Teddy made sure to crawl over his daddy’s shoulder to avoid being crushed. Just snuggled away into his neck. Happy to be back.

“Oh you are truly a gift. Oh I don’t know how I can ever repay such kindness and warmth you’ve given him. Oh he’s my everything really. He gets into trouble often, sure, but he’s mine.” He explained, before finally letting you go. Little cheek kisses were given from Teddy, and the man would happily nuzzle into them. Was so clear that this wasn’t some poacher or animal smuggler. That made you feel better.

“So uh. Who are you exactly?”

That had his ears a soft pink, and a shy laugh left him.

“Oh blimey. Pardon me. The name is Newt. Newt Scamander. I’m Ma…I uh mean a Zoologist. I travel around the world studying animals, rescuing those that I can, and just loving nature. The pay isn’t that great but it’s worth it.” He would offer you a hand, and you would shake it in return. Telling him your name as well. And your own career.

“So kinda like a nomad. Does that mean you don’t have a place to stay?” You questioned, as he seemed to avoid your eyes for a moment. As if either to embarrassed to admit it, or trying to quickly come up with a lie.

“Well um. You see…I was currently trying to get a room for myself, but someone had to go running off. Can’t really blame him though. He adores shiny things. I should have been more careful. I know he has a weakness to things that shimmer and sparkle. It was all on me.” He would admit, as you had to respect that he was taking accountability.

“I mean. One night can’t hurt, right?” You couldn’t help it. This guy seemed to not be native here in the slightest. Said he’s a world traveler, sure, but it seems he’s not used to a concrete jungle. Wasn’t dressed for it, and sure didn’t seem like he was prepared at all. Did he really just only have that suit case with him? To travel the world? Something seemed….Off.

“Oh no no. You’ve already done so much. You’ve protected my baby. I can’t be asking you more-“ He tried to persuade you away, but your curiosity was to peaked. This guy was weird. Didn’t give any bad vibes kinda weird. Just….So peculiar.

“It’s one night really. You must have been hunting Teddy for hours. You didn’t get a chance to find a room, and it’s super late now. I can’t just throw you into the streets. One night. Just one.” You tried to logically explain, only to get another near back breaking hug.

“Oh I’ll never be able to repay your kindness. Oh your heart is so full. No wonder Teddy trusted you. Teddy has always been a brilliant judge of character. He knew you were a good person. No way would he let a stranger just hold him, let alone wash him. Oh thank you-!” You could feel the tears of relief in your shoulder, and all you could do was rub his back. Letting him breathe.

So that was how you ended up with a stranger living on your couch. Well, can’t say stranger given you knew his name now. Still! Most people would call you insane for doing such a thing.

Maybe you were.

But hey! Insane people have the most fun!

Besides, he’s pretty damn cute. Cute to see him snuggled into the couch, with Teddy under his arm, and his suitcase slid under the couch. Made sure to stay out of sight. You figured it was full of valuable paper work.

Did make you wonder though.

Where the hell did those pajamas he was wearing come from then? Did he just have them in that case and papers?

He was just full of to many questions to ignore.

He’s a stranger, but you just had to learn more.

Learn what made that man tick.

✦ who doesn’t dare approach you, and instead focuses on memorizing every little thing about you until he’s convinced he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows your mannerisms, and your mildly irritating habit of tapping your quill on your desk when you’re thinking. He knows you usually wear your uniform white blouse on Mondays and Wednesdays, and your sweater vest Tuesdays and Thursdays. You alternate on Fridays. He knows how you tilt your head to the side before you answer a question, almost like you’re debating whether you should go or let him have a chance at it. He knows all of this before you even talk to him.

✦ who finally speaks to you when you almost forget your inkpot one Thursday after class. He calls your name and gestures wordlessly to the neglected item, which you retrieve before pausing by his desk and cautiously asking how he knows your name. He simply says he noticed you in class, and that he admires your skill at potionmaking. If you’re surprised by this, you say nothing, and instead tell him you look forward to seeing what else you can do. The next time you’re in class together, you join him at the front of the class. 

✦ who is secretly satisfied when you are assigned together for the next project. He insists you start right away, that day in the library, and is even more pleased when you agree. He stops in the lavatory before meeting you there that evening and makes sure his hair looks nice. He doesn’t know you did the same, or that you applied more perfume just before joining him at a table in the back. 

✦ who is more than delighted when you show the exact same exuberance for your studies as he does. Every piece of information he contributes is met and practically doubled by you. The two of you finish your assignment within three days, yet continue meeting in the library. Why change a good thing, after all?

✦ who becomes so thoroughly adept at reading his textbook and watching you out of the corner of his eye it becomes second nature to him. He doesn’t even realise he’s doing it until you look up and ask him why he’s staring at you. Only then does he realise he’s broken his own unconscious rule of reading a paragraph and then observing you for a moment. He stammers out something about the color of eyes, and that’s when he knows he’s absolutely done for. 

✦ who doesn’t even protest when you slyly inquire if there’s anything he’d like to ask you. Instead, he begrudgingly invites you to Hogsmeade with him to collect the ingredients you need for the next tincture you’re brewing in Potions. He allows you to hold his hand 

✦ who very quickly acclimates to having you in his bedroom at nearly every spare moment. Studying, of course. At least, that’s how it starts. One minute, you were reviewing for your upcoming Arithmacy exam, and the next, he was on top of you and yanking your shirt off. 

✦ who doesn’t want either of you to lose any precious study time, so instead of the usual flashcards, he makes you recite the material as you ride him. You can’t miss a single detail or he stops your movements. Hands on your hips, your legs on either side of him, and cock so deep inside of you that you keep stumbling over your words. You ask if he’s even paying attention to your recitation and he just gives you a long look and tells you to keep going. Of course he is. 

✦ who rewards you with a kiss for every question you get right on your practice test. The kisses start on your mouth, but soon travel further down your body until his head is level with your cunt and you’re having a hard time remembering your own name, let alone the answer to his questions. All you can focus on is the sweet heat of his breath against you, and the way it tickles slightly when he softly laughs, telling you that you actually have to speak in order to be marked correct.

✦ who takes to sitting in the back of each class with you when he can get away with it, his fingers stuffed under your skirt and voice even as he calmly answers the professor’s question. He doesn’t even spare you a second glance when he begins pumping his fingers in and out, or when you come with a moan poorly disguised as a cough. At least it’s poorly disguised to him, because he’s very familiar with your moans.

✦ who, despite it all, doesn’t let you see he wears glasses to read at night. You’re curled up against his side when you wake up, shifting slightly under the covers and casually tossing him a glance, only to sit up in shock when you see a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He’s never let anyone see him with them before, though he knew he should probably let you soon. The next time he’s positioned on top of you, dragging the head of his cock against your entrance, you ask him to keep the glasses on. 

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