Vincent Sinclair Imagine - Blog Posts

The beauty within you

Warnings: mentions of murder, insecurity about appearance and body, tooth rotting fluff, grammar and spelling mistakes

It had been an exhausting day, for all of you, Bo, Lester, Vincent, you, hell even for Jonesy it had been. You had been dealing with an particularly big group of tourist, 11 of them, some easier to kill, but some…. Some really were a hard kill, but in the end, you‘ve gotten all of them. The last one of them, who was killed by Vincent himself, was not only throwing things at him, but also gruesome words, like freak, monster and so on. After it was all done, you had asked him , if everything was alright and he of course signed a quick ‘‘Yes, I’m fine.‘‘ But you knew, something was off.

Now as you were walking down the hallway to your shared bedroom, you saw your husband, through the crack through the door, a lightpuddle on the floor before the room. He stood there, mask in his hand, studying his deformed, but incredibly handsome face, a frown on it. You sighed and entered the room, with a light knock on the doorframe, his eyes shooting to where you stood, quick to put his mask back on.

You closed the door behind you, walking towards him. ‘‘Rough day, huh?‘‘,

You asked, carefully, quiet almost as if you were scared, you‘d shoo Vincent off. He only nodded as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him some comfort. After you both stood in silence, you spoke up:

‘‘ If only, you could see the beauty that is within you.‘‘

You pulled him towards the mirror, standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his muscular torso, his hand on top of yours. Your weddings rings rubbing against each other ,causing a clinking sound.

He avoided looking at the mirror, as you grabbed his chin and pulled off his mask. ‘‘You may see an unlovable man in the mirror, but you know what I see? I see the person that matters the most to me in the entire world, the kindest, lovable and most beautiful man there is.‘‘

You paused and took his hands in yours turning them in your grasp, stroking lovingly over his knuckles. ‘‘ I love your hands. Those are the hands of an artist, capable of doing wonderful and amazing things, creating wonderful artworks.‘‘

You carried on, as he didn’t stop you. ‘‘I love your arms, knowing how easy they can lift me up and carry me around.‘‘

‘‘I love your hair, it’s so soft, so long.. I’m so jealous of your hair.‘‘

You still didn’t stop.

‘‘ One of my favourite parts of you is your face…. You have no idea, how beautiful you are. Your eyes remind me of the ocean or the sky… and your lips, so kissable.‘‘ As demonstration, you turned his head towards yours and pressed a love-filled kiss on his lips.

But you know…. My favourite part of you,‘‘, your hands slid upwards, away from his torso, towards his ribcage, resting upon his fast beating heart

, ‘‘is your heart. You love me so good, care so much for me. Your heart is mine and my heart is yours. Forever.‘‘

He turned around and caught your lips in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around you. ,, I love you, Vincent Sinclair and I always will.‘‘

As you hugged him, he whispered in his barely used, rough voice

‘‘ I love you‘‘

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Imagine…

• You being injured by one of the Sinclair’s recent victims, the man plunging a stolen knife into your stomach, as you tried to knock him out

•Vincent finding you, with your hands already bloody from trying to put pressure on the bleeding cut in your stomach, heavily breathing

•Vincent picking you up in bridal style, after telling Bo and Lester to take care of the bastard who did is to you

•Him carrying you to the house, panicking at the thought of loosing you, since you had already passed out in his trembling arms

•Having reached the medical room of his father, Vincent carefully places you on the lounger, immediately getting to work

•Vincent has done it before, on his brothers and even on himself, but this is you… he‘s is terrified you‘ll die and he can‘t do anything about it

•Him doing a very good job stopping the bleeding and patching you up, and although you‘re still unconscious

•Vincent carrying you up to your room (which was his a while ago) and laying you in your bed, he can hear his brothers calling for him downstairs, but he can simply not move

• Him crouching down by your side, taking your smaller hand in his big ones, while Bo peeks through the door, asking how you are doing

•Vincent slowly nodding and now he‘s realising how tired he really is, lying his head on your pillow, with his lower half sitting on the floor and never letting go of your hand

•You waking up with a painful pulsing in your stomach, but there is a strange calmness in you

•You looking over to see a head of dark long hair laying on the pillow next to you, lifting your other hand, that’s not gripped by Vincent, to gently stroke over his head

•Vincent slowly opening his eye and realising you are awake, which results in him fisting the sheets and starting to cry

•You saying :“Hey, hey , Vincent I’m alright!”, at which he looks up, one eye red and teary behind the mask

•You taking his head in between you hands, thumbs stroking the waxy cheek of his mask, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead

•Hearing three words through the heavy breathing of him

•I love you

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Edit: Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes, English is not my native language 😅