Hi sweets I loved the soulmate au for Thomas , do you mind writing one for bo and or Vincent as well ?
Sure thing! @mlmdarkfiction It’s ya boi.
Bo Sinclair paid no attention to the red string around his finger. He’d had it ever since he was eighteen, the standard year the string shows up. He knew the other side was empty. It had to be. After all, Mother always said he was unlovable. Fate had a funny way of fucking with people, however.
He was in the church when you showed up, calling out a timid ‘hello?’. He turns to see you, somehow, without even looking at the string he knows. Like a baby that instinctively knows the breath air once it’s born, he knows you’re his. Still, he has to look at the string for himself, just to confirm it. He looks to you again, and you’re smirking, “Hi,” You say, waving to him, “Anyway you can help me out? I’m having some car troubles.”
Bo matches your smirk, “Yeah,” He replies, “Car troubles are my specialty.”
He often wonders what the person on the other end of his string looks like. He knows you’re going to be the most beautiful creature in the world, More importantly than looks, he likes to imagine all the things you’ll do together. You’ll hold hands, cook together, maybe you’ll even kiss him! He likes to think of these things.
What he never thought of was what he’d do once he found you. It would’ve been nice to have a plan, so the first meeting wasn’t so awkward, as it stood, he just stared at you, his heart hammering in his chest. You’re finally here, and he can find any words to say. He wished he were Bo, Bo would have something suave up his sleeve. All Vincent could do was stare at your beauty.
“Um,” You say, shivering, “do you have a towel? I’m a little cold.” It was then he remembered it was pouring outside. He scrambled about the museum looking for something clean so you could dry yourself off. while he was at it, he got you a new shirt, after all, he wanted to show you he was a gentleman.
