🔪~Just Me and You Alone~🔪

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Bo Sinclair x Reader

Not requested just got a sudden inspiration to write this after watching some Hannibal and finishing a Danny smut. 



Leaves crunched underfoot as Bo trekked through the first in search of you. He knew where you would be as soon as he stepped out of the house, your favorite spot had always been this small clearing in the middle of nowhere. It was so peaceful there– flowers lay buried in the short grass. Animals of all different kinds roaming around.

After the third time Bo found you there sitting in the wet grass he took it upon himself to make you a bench. It was a fun project. One the both of you had enjoyed– even getting Lester and Vincent in on it. Bo couldn't remember the last time he and his brothers had spent so much time together in harmony.

"[Y/n]," Bo called out a fond smile on his face as he spotted your back in the distance. "It's gettin' late," he stated walking forward till he could slide beside you on the bench. The white paint was chipping, Bo realized. He would have to fix that.

With a sigh Bo looked your way, admiring the smile on your face as you watched the sun slowly set over the treeline. "It's real pretty today." Bo gestured at the setting sun. The colors painting the sky dulled in comparison to you.

Bo let his hand fall upon your own before fretting. "God [Y/n]. Your freezing." the man stood shrugging off his coat before draping it over your shoulders "Swear ya'd freeze ta death without me." Bo curled into your side "Idiot–"

The both of you sat there long after the sun had faded. Fireflies had come out of the tall grass, swarming the calming meadow.

Footsteps crunched in the forest, Bo didn't look back. Even as a pair of hands rested on the bench beside Bo, he didn't look.

The moment was so perfect. Just the two of you.

"Bo," Lester spoke, a frown on his face.

"Ya neda' com home now,"

Bo's fingers tightened around your hand. He refused to let you go.

"'heir dead Bo, let em go."

Bo choked back a whimper, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I can't," he choked out.

His fingers intertwined with your lifeless wax-coated ones. 

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