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read his story and crode theres a big flood in my house now
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ɢɪʀʟᴅᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ
✩ inspo: RECENT BOOTHILL LEAKS
★ summary: booty as a girldad...
✧ a/n: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS TO BOOTHILL'S STORY!!!!! THESE ARE BASED OFF OF BOOTHILL LEAKS!!!!!!!!!!! HEAVY HEAVY SPOILERS!!!!! HEAVY SPOILERS!!!!
also i dont normally write stuff like this but oh my fucking god HE HAD A DAUGHTER. here's the fluff i promised after blue veins i guess. dont get too comfortable with it ;)
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🗒 cw: gn reader, written before boothill release/2.2, BOOTHILL LEAKS, he's a good father. sorta, not proofread
✎ wc: 932
Boothill’s censorship comes in handy with the new addition to the family. Granted, he’s really good with watching himself around kids, regardless. He’s really good with kids, he becomes a softer person around them, even softer than he is with you. He’ll let them hang off his arms and draw things on his body, pick them up, and do that thing where he’ll throw them up in the air, spin them around, anything he can to play with the kids.
He starts to come back from missions faster, and spends more time with you and your daughter. He goes from ‘Trouble waits for no one!’ to ‘Trouble can wait a couple more days…’. He makes any little excuse to see her, and by Aeons, if you need a break, he’s more than happy to step in.
He is a total fashionista, too. He loooooooves dressing his daughter up in cute little dresses and overalls, braiding her hair and tying it up in bows. He’ll also let her play with his hair, no matter how frazzled he comes out. He’s content being her model, allowing her to put makeup on him as well. Sure, he’ll look silly, the brightest light blue eyeshadow caked on his eyelids, baby pink cheeks and deep red lipstick, but he feels pretty.
Of course, Boothill still can’t stay around as much as he’d like, he doesn’t want to risk the IPC finding him. He doesn’t want to risk the IPC finding her, specifically. He is too afraid of reliving the same scene, he often dreams of it, and there are times where he cannot tell the difference between his little girl and what was.
That means he’s protective. Even a little scrape and he’s worried, but he tries his best not to suffocate her. He’s worried, yes, but he gives himself space, for his sake and hers. He knows nothing good can come from an overbearing parent.
When she first started to walk he damn near cried, it was the first time you’ve seen him so soft and sappy. Yes, it was an ugly cry. He told everyone he knew that she WALKED! She walked to him! And he almost cries every time.
He’s also managed to keep the guitar he had made for his daughter, and he gifts it to your guys’ daughter. Not because he hopes that she will grow up to be what was, but because he believes it’s a nice memento. Somewhere out there, she’s watching you two build a family together, and she’s watching your little girl dance and play and giggle and even strum that guitar. And she’s happy.
Speaking of, he loves teaching his daughter guitar. Having her sit in his lap while he just strums, or showing her where to put her tiny fingers for certain notes. She’s not quite able to get it, but she laughs all the same, and that couldn’t make him happier.
Keeps every little drawing she makes up on the fridge. You’re starting to run out of space for magnets. Even if he’s not there, he wants her to know she’s an ARTIST. In every sense of the word. From preschool finger painting to elementary school drawings and so forth. Also keeps some folded up drawings in his wallet. His favorite is a stereotypical children’s drawing of you, him, and the house. Except he’s riding a pretty damn cool metal horse, (she named it ‘verminantor’, because she said it was cool. not ‘terminator’, no. ‘verminator’. make sure you get it right. Yes, Boothill named one of his bikes that) shooting his guns towards the sky. A pretty accurate depiction, you have to say.
He’s also really competitive for her. If she’s in any sports, he’s the dad screaming at the top of his lungs to ‘GO GET EM!!!!’ or ‘WIIIIIN!!!!!!’. He’ll get into verbal scuffles with other parents when they ask him to be quieter, because his baby deserves the best, and if the best is the loudest, then that’s what he’ll be.
Boothill is also an amazing storyteller, he can prattle on and on about whichever star system he’s been in for hours, it’s really handy when sending your daughter to sleep. Other kids really like his stories as well, he does his best to keep away from the violent parts (about 70% of his stories), and focus on how beautiful the planet was, or something like that. Most of the time he’ll pepper in stuff about a prince or a dragon or knights (which turned out to be true) to keep it entertaining, but pg for the kids.
He also spoils his daughter ROTTEN. He’ll come back from his little ‘sidequest’ with a bunch of gifts for both of you. He’s got all sorts of stuffed animals for his daughter, shirts, rocks, literally anything he could find that reminded him of her. Anything he could find that he knew she’d like.
He raises a rough n rowdy kid, essentially. The kind of father to let her roll around in the mud ‘cause she’s just havin’ fun’, who brings bugs home just for fun and names them all sorts of cowboy-esc names, (her favorite being Buck Bucksley– ‘it sounds like pa’s favorite word!’ she says, and you shoot him an angry glare. He looks away and shrugs it off, with a ‘I didn’t do nothin’.’) who’s favorite activity is looking for worms in the dirt, a kid who gets up quickly and dusts herself off when she scrapes her knees. And Boothill’s damn proud of her, absolutely gleaming with joy at any little accomplishment.
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don’t you repeat that!
…ft! boothill x gn! reader
…tags! fluff, but gets kind of sad at the end there, established relationship, inspired by boothill leaks, cursing
…wc! 394
…notes! trying to scavenge back some writing motivation so a tiny lil bootsy drabble while i manifest for him LMAO. speedrunning penacony quests rn i must see the cowboy by any means necessary…
Your boyfriend knows some colourful language.
How he comes up with such a unique string of curses and insults confounds you. Even now you can hear the unfortunate sound of him stubbing his toe, the loud hiss as he draws in breath and…
“Fucking dumb shit riding on horseback in the middle of the God damn night!”
There it is.
“Language,” you call out. You look down at the little girl sitting on your lap and shake your head at her, as if to communicate to her how irresponsible her old man is being, especially when she’s nearby.
Finally, your boyfriend’s head peeks out from behind the doorway, as if about to retort that his poor toe has been painfully attacked by the edge of a table. Instead, he sees you, crossing your little girl’s arms disappointingly at his action.
He sighs and strides forward, dramatically overselling a limp, before crouching into a squat. He points at the little baby with a pout. “Don’t you go repeating what I say. Or else this one here’ll never forgive me.”
A toothy grin is shot your way and you can’t help but scoff. “She can only babble so far. Though, under your wing? I wouldn’t be surprised if her first words happen to be a curse at an Aeon.”
“I’d be quite proud if that was the case,” he returns, picking up the baby from your lap. You let him. Despite his foul mouth, your partner has proven himself very capable of handling a newborn child. From the very day he entered your shared home with her in his arms, you knew she carved something new and special out of the cowboy you lived with.
Almost made you feel like a real family.
“Let’s get you to sleep, eh?” He speaks to her as if she can understand full length sentences. “Can’t have you driftin’ off when I’m trying t’ introduce you to our steeds, princess.”
For a second, you really considered asking then and there. Seeing how the little girl reaches up and tries to brush dark hair away from your boyfriend’s eye makes your heart melt. This could be your future. Your forever. A family with your favourite people.
Though, as you watch him, maybe you’ll wait.
Or, maybe, you won’t even get that opportunity at all.
It’s not like Boothill ever knew anyway.
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I heard a certain galaxy ranger had a little girl 😭🥺 I bet he was a great dad
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Kinetic Harvest
“I ain’t got the money. Not now. But with your…assistance, I can make it worth your while. Consider me a lifetime customer.”
You put the bullet back on your desk, a peace offering. He took it back and tucked it away, gun still trained on you.
“I don’t work on those who threaten me.”
Boothill/Gender Neutral Reader oneshot. Can be read as a pairing or not. Dottore reference if you squint. Not beta read.
Leaks used as a base, read at your own discretion. On AO3 here.
Reblogs are appreciated.
Desperation drove most to your doorstep, trembling as their bellies stoked fires so strong they made suns pale in comparison. Their eyes darted, assessing the clean office and workshop, as if they were wondering the validity of the rumors. A back-alley mechanic who took the money of criminals, crooks, and high society alike had to certainly have signs of that wealth. Or perhaps they thought morality was tied to cleanliness.
You cared not.
And they only cared whether you could fix their problem.
It made for a very convenient workflow.
But the man who sat before you was a deviation from that norm. He was surefooted, a little curious in the way his head turned to gaze about the darkened space. His eyes lingered not on you but on the prosthetic arm you kept behind your desk, the finger joints extended and the gun attachment on the wrist popped out, unloaded.
Never gave his name but you liked his drawl. You’d heard it from folks in a distant system. Aeragan-Epharshel was an ancient land, home to a language as old as the green plains and permafrosted mountains and dusty canyons; you were certain your mentor would have loved it there. So much to explore and learn from those who came before.
The stranger told you a story of a boy who grew up taming horses and identifying plants. Caring for everything around him. Isolated though the planet was, it was not without a law of entropy and a reciprocity that few ever even knew existed anymore. Of a child whose smile lit up a room like the sun itself.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his eyes when he stood a bullet up on your desk. In the glint of the lamplight, you caught three letters: IPC.
The one party you never took funding or clients from. The Interstellar Peace Corporation was, quite ironically, stood for the exact opposite, in your opinion.
“You specialize in cybernetics,” the man tilted his head as he leaned back in his seat. The wood squeaked. “And rumor has it, you go beyond the usual…modifications. I ain’t done in this universe ‘til that bullet is buried in the skull of the leech that sucks planets dry.”
His words were pinched tight by this teeth, jaw on edge. This man, this stranger off the streets, knew what he wanted and you wondered how many others in your profession turned him away. Plenty would. There was a liability in taking the human form too far, both ethically and bureaucratically. Too much red tape, too much diffusing of pre-conceived notions.
No wonder your mentor chose the path of eternal funding and embraced his legacy.
“Before you tell me, ‘No’,” the man drawled. “Know that I have endured harsher summers and brutal winters than most o’ your so-called patients, doc. I can handle what needs to be done.”
“I don’t doubt that,” you replied, fingers reaching for the bullet and holding it up to the light.
Those who were so glued to their convictions made for difficult clients, though. They were stubborn.
Worse, really, you reminded yourself as you looked up and noticed the barrel of a gun staring back at you. No one would stand between a hunter and his prey.
“I ain’t got the money. Not now. But with your…assistance, I can make it worth your while. Consider me a lifetime customer.”
You put the bullet back on your desk, a peace offering. He took it back and tucked it away, gun still trained on you.
“I don’t work on those who threaten me.”
A second, and then two, before he clicked his teeth and holstered the weapon. He gestured with open hands to demonstrate he was unarmed and then folded them in his lap.
“You’ll have a difficult road ahead,” you advised. “Years of assembly.“
“A full cybernetic body that preserves my noggin and my perfect eyesight is hardly unreasonable. It’s been done. Everyone knows you studied hidden away from the Aeons, under the Heretic. He’s dead, o’ course, but if I were a gamblin’ man…”
“You don’t strike me the type.”
“I ain’t,” the words came out strained, frustrated with a huff of breath. “A waste o’ money and time. Frivolous. All I’m sayin’ is…if I wanted the easy way out, I wouldn’t be here. I know what I’m signin’ up for.”
Your eyes traced his haggard face, white hair with tinges of black that had seen better days, a muscular frame trimmed a little too lean in places due to malnutrition. A hat more pristine than his dusty pants.
“Lay down over on the table,” you jerked your head in the direction of the vivisection table off to the side of your workshop. “We’ll start with your measurements.”
The man let out a slow exhale, one you didn’t dare attribute to relief. He rose with a steadiness you recognized only in those who trusted in their abilities and convictions, who would succeed not just through skill but by the cognitive bias that they embraced with every fiber of their being.
“Just promise me one thing, cowboy,” you said, collecting a tablet from your desk.
He turned, weight shifted to cock his hip impatiently.
“I don’t want your money. But when we’re done, you’ll tell me your name. I want to know what to call the one who succeeds in gutting the IPC.”
He smiled, crooked and charming, and you wondered if you ever saw eyes sparkle like that in this office before.
“It’s a deal, doc.”
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Some Boothill leaks via Instagram (take them with a grain of salt).
Im guessing it's a before and after of him getting cybernetics??
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Boothill without context
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Boothill backstory spoilers, so if you dont wanna be spoiled scroll on
This is mostly comfort/fluff mabye tiny angst due to his backstory
Yes, it will include some relationship bits cause of course
Boothill, where his daughter survives, which, yes, i understand, would probably mean he doesn't become 'boothill', but let's pretend he does for the sake of the story. Also im goin with the name cherry for her cause i think its pretty cute
These kinda imply that it's been a few years between boothills' story and penacony
Mabye he was able to save her, and in the process, his body got damaged bad enough that he had to replace it. In this situation, it would be more so because he was hurt so badly he nearly died but didn't wanna leave his daughter.
He'd likely want to keep her as safe as possible but still ended up becoming a space ranger anyway due to sharing the ideologies, but for the first few years of her life, he likely ether stays out of trouble as much as possible or has a safe house for her when he absolutely can not take her with him. On the missions where he does carry her along when she's fairly young, he's just got her attached to a baby sling on his chest. Though i dont see that being extremely common, he doesn't want to risk even a 0.0000000001% chance of her getting hurt
Imagine being intimidated by this cyborg man with a baby sling....anyway
Once she gets older, she's more steady with her walking, she's talking in full sentences, and finally, tall enough to reach his hip, hed likely start teaching her to use a gun.
It's a very serious moment due to how important he thinks it is for her to be able to defend herself when he can't be around. Hed likely has a target set up as he knelt behind her, helping her hold it and aim.
'Keep your breathing steady, don't close both eyes it puts your aim off, keep your elbows loose, respect the gun but don't fear it'
He knows he's going to have to get to work getting his revenge for the rest of his family, so he can't keep coddling her so teaching her to use a gun, or disarm someone and fight hand to hand becomes his top priority. That's not to say he over works her or forces her when she's tired, that's still his little girl, so when she's tired from training he makes sure she gets plenty of rest.
As much as being prepared is important, being well rested and happy is too.
On to more domestic and sweet ones, i donno if he'd have his own ship or just have some safe house on some random planet, but either way coming home to seeing his little girl happy healthy and alive is probably his favorite part of the day, the big bad gunslinger persona immediately melts away and he goes straight into silly annoying dad mode.
This means he has a million dad jokes to make poor cherrys eyes roll out of her head. Though I'd imagine she'd end up just like him, funny phrases, stupid jokes, and a bit of an attitude.
Once she's plenty old enough, say around 16 or so, and wants to go out on more dangerous missions with her dad, i think she would follow the path of abundance. Shed likely wants to protect others like her dad does, plus it's pretty helpful when your father is a cowboy who runs around getting into trouble. It does help put boothill at ease as well, seeing as she can heal herself if she gets hurt....as if he'd ever let that happen.
I'd think that for a while, he's more focused on his daughter rather than finding a partner, however were he to meet you at some point when cherry was fairly young one thing that would likely make him interested is you acting kindly towards her and cooing over her. Showing positive interest in his daughter is a pretty good way to get on his good side. Doesn't quite mean he'll trust you just yet. it just means you're on good terms with him.
I feel like he'd have to trust you pretty well before he lets you watch his daughter. She is his pride and joy, and his one most important person in his life. he almost lost her, and he won't risk someone trying to take her from him again.
However, once cherry is older and can, for the most part, care for herself without her papa watching over her, then hed show more interest. If you were there sense she was young and helped him care for her, he likely already started liking you early on but just didn't make a mood due to focusing on her. Due to you being closer to her in this situation, i can imagine her calling you her mom/dad/parent, too. Extra brownie points!
I imagine cherry being, like i said, like her dad. A bit goofy at times with weird phrases and a slight attitude, and growing up with his censor shed likely copy that too, yelling out "fudge!" When she stubs her toe. I can see her having an interest towards guns sense it was something her papa introduced her to it but also music. Hed likely have taught her guitar by this point so shed probably make up her own little songs and sing them to him (and you once you join the little family) and no matter if their bad or good hes always just happy to hear her sing with the biggest smile on his face, and you best be too.
Oh, and of course, shed get her own cowboy hat, but choose to keep stealing his anyway.
Overall, if she had survived, i imagine him being mostly the same, just with a little girl following him around.
If you liked the fic, feel free to give me requests around this au. I just need this motherfudger to be happy, please.
Edit: @legalize-arson gave me the name idea. I do not like not crediting
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Very rare HSR post from me, but idea that I don’t feel like writing
(ALSO BOOTHILL BACKSTORY LEAKS!!!)
Little agrenthill thing!!
Boothill’s told Argenti about his daughter and what happened, so he already knows that part, but late Boothill’s feeling kinda down one day, and off-handedly mentions it’s his daughter’s birthday (well, the day she was found), and how he kinda just wants some space (you know to be sad and broody and stuff)
Now imagine Argenti taking the time to make a small cake or something for her, nothing special, and he couldn’t make it personal to her since she wasn’t even old enough to form her own interests yet, but he still wants to do something for her, even if she’s long gone and they had never met before, she was someone important to his beloved.
Boothill walks in on him icing the cake, asking what it’s about, and Argenti tells him his thought process, how even if she’s no longer with us, and even if he had only known her for a short amount of time, she deserves to be celebrated.
Boothill was silent, Argenti asked if he’d overstepped and apologized if he did, but Boothill just starts crying, tears silently falling down his face. He hadn’t cried for her, or anyone in his family, for years now. He’s cried for them enough, days huddled out in those reserves just crying, barely eating, unable to do anything just yet while he processed what had happened, but here he was, casual clothes, no gunslinging that day, meant to just be spending his time with his boyfriend, the perfect time to finally crack the jar bottling up his emotions just enough to breathe.
His life, whatever was left of it, was so focused on revenge, tearing away his own humanity just to tear down the bastards who took away not only his home, but the home of so SO many others.
For a moment, he was not a machine built for destruction, but a man who missed his family.
He missed his parents, his siblings, his daughter, his horse and the farm dogs they kept around, even the asshole neighbors that likes to steal eggs from them. None of them survived.
Argenti went to comfort him, apologizing, but no, Boothill wasn’t upset about the cake, in fact he was glad that Argenti cared enough to make a cake for a long dead child. He thanked Argenti for the effort, and for doing this in the first place, and tells him that she would’ve loved it.
Boothill spent the next couple hour telling stories about his family. How his daughter loved sweets, or any food really. The stories his parents would tell, funny stories of mishaps on the farm, with Argenti giving him his full attention.
While enjoying the cake, Boothill spent the rest of the day keeping the memory of those he was fighting for alive, even if he himself was a dead man walking.
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Boothill observations and theorys(?):
⚠️‼️Cw// leaks + possible 2.1 spoilers‼️⚠️
Hello tumblr I thought I’d share some observations I’ve made about boothill, an upcoming 5 star character. Particularly his name and how it relates to his cowboy aesthetic as well as his possible backstory. I also want to theorize his situation with Acheron as well. Well I’m not exactly an expert on theory’s so I doubt mine counts but I’ll share what interests me on boothill!
Boot Hill, Name origin:
First off, what is a “boothill”?
“Boothill” or “Boot Hill” are a type of cemetery most commonly referred to in western parts of the United States and America. What makes this cemetery unique is its association with cowboys, specifically ones that died in violent non natural fashion like shooting or hanging, “died with their boots on”.
How does this relate to Honkai star rail boothill.
- boothill is based of the typical western American cowboy , with the outfit, his accent , usage of guns, etc. so we have that connection .
- The HSR wiki says that he’s specifically a cyberborg. Cyborgs are typically depicted as robot human hybrid characters. Some cyborg characters like robocop and cyborg (dc comics) have backstories of becoming a cyborg by having had either died and came back to life through technology or damaged their human body greatly to the point they replace with artificial robot tech.
- Boothill in leaked eilodons shows his naked body. However you can quickly noticed his body is human. Not robotic like what we’ve been officially shown.
- Contrast this with his lightcone art, boothill has only part of his robot body. It looks like he’s being operated on.
- So how does this his name relate to his possible backstory
- As previously iterated, boothill is a name for cemetery of cowboys that died in violent ways. Pair this with how the leaked content having a human body which insinuates that he was at some point a human.
- So what I theorize: Most likely case is that boothill died/ got heavily injured, most likely due to a fight, so much that his only chance to survive was to make him a cyborg. The name boothill fits because he probably died in his boots (I’ll assume for now it happened on the job, maybe his job was the same before and after?).
- Interestingly There’s a leaked description of his lightcones. I’m not 100% sure about how true it is so I’ll have to take it with a grain of salt. However it details on him coming back to life after almost embracing death.
- - If boothill died, who killed him?
There isnt much to hint at who is to blame for cause of him becoming cyborg so far, given he’s a new character with little information.
At this moment, my best guess is the ipc which characters including topaz and aventurine are in. Boothill is revealed to not like the IPC as revealed in his introduction post. However there’s an interesting thing we need to observe.
- Notice how it states “the target of his revenge”, meaning the ipc most likely wronged him in some. I wonder if the ipc is the ones responsible for his death and transformation to being a cyberborg. But it’s likely it could be another reason for his distaste.
About Acheron
Cw/ this part gets into partial spoilers for 2.1 trailblazer main story quest
black swan receives a call from boothill. The call is immediately clear he is threatening Acheron with death.
- his tension with her seems very extreme to the point where hell even go after people affiliated with her when he threatened black swan under the impression she’s was working with her. And saying she shouldn’t exist.
do I think she was behind his death?
Unlike with the ipc one, I’m not really sure. I personally think that this possibility has less weight to it and there might be another reason for his dislike towards her. But it wouldn’t be surprising considering aventurine claims she brings death and finality.
- like aventurine, Boothill knows that Acheron isn’t an actual galaxy ranger however boothill himself is a galaxy ranger. Since Acheron is falsely claiming she’s a galaxy ranger, could this possibly cause tension with the actual galaxy rangers and her to be a target for them? I don’t really have much to theorize much more but would like to hear what others think
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Boothill is so damn lucky his spine is mechanical because baby, with that curvature??? Boothill, more like Backpain. The man is downright SHRIMPING.
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the child he once was
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*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*
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dropping this here :3 i was inspired by his ult leak,,,
#ok i will now lock in for commissions#for sure#hsr#honkai star rail#boothill#boothill leaks#my art#art#digital art#fanart#boothill fanart
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LIPSTICK SMEARS
﹙ BOOTHILL x MALE READER﹚ petnames (babe, darling), reader not explicitly feminine just dabbles in makeup, pure fluff, references to boothill's backstory but very vague. 611 wc
꒰ you always fancied yourself a bright red lip, deciding to use your boyfriend as a way to blot off that excess makeup!
bright red lipstick twirled from an ornate golden tube, intricate details forged into its material. the candlelight danced across its surface, casting shadows that flickered and swayed like flames themselves.
as your lips parted, the smooth, waxy cylinder hovered just above them, ready to release its scarlet payload. the tip of the lipstick nudged against your lips, guiding them as you pressed forward, feeling the cool wax against your skin.
with delicate strokes, you traced the contour of your lips, blending the color seamlessly into the natural creases and curves. the soft, supple texture of the lipstick melted onto your skin, leaving a sheen that seemed to catch the candlelight.
“ah— too much.” you mumbled slightly, glancing into the mirror. the lipstick, once appearing thinly applied, now looked heavy on your lips. a pout formed, that certainly wouldn’t do.
"i think ya look fine, darlin'.. i don’ mind kissin’ ya with too much lipstick." boothill shrugged as a grin played on his lips, those razor sharp teeth never managing to look intimidating to you.
“well, if you don’t mind…” you whispered, standing up from the plush seating before the vanity as you set the golden tube down on the wooden surface.
taking the opportunity, you climbed on top of boothill, legs straddling his metal waist. calculating your next move, boothill’s eyes locked onto yours, finding heaven is those gorgeous hues. heaven wasn’t plush clouds and golden gates as far as the eye could see. it took the form of the man sitting on him, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes and lips painted bright red. your fingers tangled through his black locks as you whispered his name.
“h, hey now, lil’ gentleman…” stutters left boothill, an echo of an angel in your ears. the heaven you adored rested on your fingertips, cool metal remnants of him from the edges of his cover to the entirety of his soul.
blood buzzed in his ears, his mind awash with embarrassment as you peppered down kisses on the cold metal. red smeared across the alloy surface, lipstick staining it like a declaration of possession. your lips were like magnets, drawing him closer. his mechanical limbs shuddered under the weight of your touch, the heat from your skin feeling as if it were burning through the synthetic fibers.
“dang… yer somethin’” he muttered, still looking at the way you moved. the feel of your lips on him, so soft and warm, sent shivers through his metal frame — a reminder of what he once was. it was an odd sensation, to feel a shred of his former human self, to feel something so lifelike, he couldn't deny it. he could feel the blood pulsing through his synthetic veins, the heat of your breath on his cold, metal chest.
“you said you didn’t mind.” you hummed softly, thumb brushing against one of your kiss marks causing the waxy red to smear across the surface. grinning teasingly, you kissed another mark onto boothill.
“ya got me there, babe… i didn’t expect ya ta do… that.” metal fingers brushed the back of black hair, itching it embarrassingly.
“mm… you look good with all these.” mumbling beneath you breath, you pulled back to admire your artwork. his alloy body was littered with red lipstick marks, an elegant display of possession. your own promise to never allow your beloved to face the same pain he once did.
“maybe ya should make some more on me, darlin’” boothill’s metal fingertips brushed against your lips, the red smearing down onto your chin as he smirked.
“as my beautiful boy wishes..” you matched his smirk as you moved to continue raining more kisses.
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2.2 SPOILERS AND BOOTHILL LEAKS (?) UNDERNEATH THE CUT
the lilies by boothill's gun in the harmony trailblazers splashart aren't for him
They're for his family. For Nick and Gray, for his daughter, for his siblings.
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