#boothill hsr

[shoot1ngst4r]

mr. “murder is okay but disrespecting your wife isn’t” boothill

[kattkeyy]

Maybe in another life

[l00106]

Past live

[thornvamp]

BOOTHILL FANART ＼(^o^)／!!! I really love the headcanon that he loves physical touch especially on his face soo that pretty much inspired this fanart. I really struggled on his hands lol im not used to rendering robot hands. Anyways I'll probobly post more if this gets attention. And I'll do other fandoms like Persona, Genshin Impact, and many more if I feel motivated enough. 🥀

[shirakow]

The thought of Boothill just absolutely fucking his cum into you even after you've come well over 5 times already. He just loves the thought of breeding you, regardless of gender <3

His hands holding your thighs down and pressing them against your chest while he continues to thrust his cock in and out of your sweet hole, making lewd squelch noises that he just eats up and teases you for.

"Look at that... Yer holes practically begging for me to fuck it all night long, doll..."

"Yeah, stick yer tongue out... Aye... Yer such a whore f'me..."

He'd even spit in your mouth if you wanted to, maybe even on your chest and watch it roll down your body like the nasty slut you were. Loves the thought of mindbreak, just a tiny bit. Okay, maybe a lot...

He just loves to see you get all dumb on his dick! It's so cute and it makes him want to stuff you full of his cock even more.

© shirakow ; really short, bought the nameless honor today bc im desperate to get him

[bottlecapppp]

I like to think that boothill is shark themed/inspired 🙏🙏🙏🙏

It's probably not true but a person can dream 🤭🤭🤭

[livelaughlovesubs]

Food for thought for sub Boothill: wireplay!

Mechanic reader who helps with repairs all up inside him and maybe an update has him tingle each time they touch his wires, or graze his ports, or the potential opportunities 🤤

I only did minor researches about cyborgs to have a basic understanding, so most of the things I write down will be purely fiction. Also sorry that it turned out as angst instead of NSFW :(

Feel free to ask for a second part to make up for it

Warning: (a little) angst, we are screwing around

Boothill had hinted at the fact that he can’t feel with his mechanical body parts for a while now. For him, who has been like this for so long, one would think he had gotten used to it. Yet that wasn’t the case. Were you to ask him if it bothered him, he’d answer no without an ounce of hesitation. This used to be the truth, until he fell for you. In other words, if you were to ask him the same question now, the response would be much more heartbreaking.

To get a simple comparison, it was as if your body didn’t belong to you. Despite him technically being able to do anything, it felt as if he couldn’t at the same time. Serving as an echo and reminder of his hopelessness prior to gaining this body. It was only a small price to pay considering the sin he committed by being the sole survivor, his path of revenge was fuelled with nothing but pure rage. A second life, filled with endless possibilities, at the loss of his own humanity, not the worst of his sacrifices.

The most regrettable change he had to undergo was the loss of sensation. Everyday, a numbness that wouldn’t vanish engulfed him from the bottom to his shoulders, pretty much mirroring his inner emotions. How losing the sense of touch could throw one into a deep abyss of endless emptiness was unimaginable. To think this would have such a huge consequence on his psyche was unpredictable, he believed it wouldn’t come this far, since he still could feel from his shoulders up to his head. He was horribly wrong.

Whenever you embraced him, some kind of guilt mixed with adoration would eat away at him. Boothill craved your touch, more than that he wanted to feel your warmth when he hugs you, not just the cold iron. At the same time he wished you’d find someone else. Staying by his side would only bring problems, considering the high bounty on his head. You deserved it, you deserved so much better than this icy, robotic body of his. Sometimes his true thoughts would slip out and he’d accidentally tell you how it’s a pity he can’t feel anything. Soon after he’d chuckle and tell you not to worry about it, as well as how he’s grateful for his current life, since he’ll be able to carry out revenge this way.

You have long figured out his concerns, and no matter how you showered his body with love and affection, he only seemed to condemn himself more. This wasn’t something you could just accept like that, seeing your lover being so down caused you nothing but grief. Especially with the thought in mind that you couldn’t help him- no. That’s not true. You could if you wanted to, it’s never too late to learn new things. Besides you had a basic understanding of mechanics and things related to it, since it is a part of your work. Even if you had never done something this high-tech, it doesn’t mean it’s impossible. Giving it a shot wouldn’t hurt no one, right?

After coming to such resolves, it got shaken again by your endless worries. You had no idea where to start, nor how a cyborg works. Besides the IPC is way more knowledgeable about this than you, so what’s the chance of success? How were you going to achieve that goal anyway? Uncountable amounts of questions flooded your mind, chasing away any traces of confidence you previously had. That’s when you reminded yourself as to why you wanted to do all of this in the first place. It’s all because of him, he wanted to feel, and who were you to refuse his request? Thus began your secret operation, to program a small device that works as a sensory aid. This took you so long that boothill also noticed you hiding something from him, yet he never asked, respecting your wish to keep it a secret.

One day, after you were sure that it was done and hundred precent safe, you mustered enough courage to present the idea to him. Your heart was in your hand while you explained it to him, on what exactly you would have to do as well as what this little piece of metal can do. With trembling hands, you held the small chip. It was only as big as a pingpong ball, yet it took you months to refine it to perfection. Suddenly breathing was like the most difficult task in the world, as well as speaking. Your breath was short and ragged as you stumbled over your words, trying your best to explain the situation. It was hard to believe you were suggesting the idea of doing modifications on your dear boyfriend.

Boothill was initially grinning, wondering what kind of present you got him. When he saw your nervous stutters and the gift in your hand, his expression loosened up a little, thus he was smiling meekly now. Without beating around the bush, he clasped his hand over yours, then said, “m’ mighty fine, ya’ do what ya’ want, no need to force it, aight?” His hand was cold like always, in contrary to you he didn’t quiver, simply because he couldn’t. Even so you knew this was very shocking to him, you noticed by the indescribable look on his face. There was his usual cheerful air, brave smirk and reassuring yet chaotic vibe. Though a hint of bitterness was hidden behind these layers.

Why? That’s what he wondered about. You spend all your free time on this, just for him, because he accidentally pitied it once or twice? Even though he appreciated the thoughts and efforts, he still felt bad. Yet there was something else too, scepticism. If this were to work, would things get better? Doubt, suspicion and most prominently fear engulfed him. What if it just doesn’t work? You must be so disappointed if that were the case. Or something might go wrong and he never gets the chance to hold you again, that would be way worse than his current fate. Frankly enough, he is already grateful to have a place to call home again, which is why he doesn’t want to be too greedy.

You nodded, then said, “I want to try, okay?” He saw your determination, so he had to reason to refuse you, giving you a smile as he replied, “don’t mess me up too much, darling.” After getting his consent, you made him lie down on the working bench. If he didn’t knew any better, it almost felt like you were a doctor. You started with removing his cover, using a cordless screwdriver to get rid of the metal plates on his torso. This way you can access his central parts and inner systems. Operating on a human being was stressing, especially because it was someone dear to you too. It took you a while until you properly understood his body and how everything worked, many wires were placed everywhere, so many that it confused you. There were also artificial bones to help stabilise and protect the wires as well as countless devices, similar to the task of real bones. Some kind of blue liquid was being pumped to his heart, keeping it alive. You found many chips for various purposes, yours in contrary looked like a joke. This was overwhelming at first, but after studying him for a bit, you came to understand most of it.

Behind his pelvis was his oil tank, with the energy conversion device being right next to it. It was connected to every single part of his body, since it was the machine delivering energy through every wire. There were also many other human-like parts; an artificial lung, an oxygen cylinder to store the air needed to keep the brain alive, an artificial stomach which was more like a storage for bullets. The department that you needed the most was behind his chest, where his motor for motion skills are. It was located alongside a few other big systems. If you could somehow connect the control system with your little chip there, then he might be able to turn on or off the sensor at free will. No doubt it was a bold gamble, but you were willing to try.

After hours of endless finger-work, to the point sweat was dripping down your chin, you finally managed to attach the device to the right place. A total of 52 tiny wires were needed to properly connect everything, the last thing you had to do was to reattach his covers. Before moving on to that part, you tapped your self made chip gently, wondering if he would be able to feel anything already. During the entire time you were working and basically experimenting on him, Boothill stayed quiet, not wanting to disrupt you. Though this time, he let out an irritated gasp, “huh.” It was strange, something wasn’t quite right. That means you did manage to make modifications to his body, the question is if it’s a good thing. “Boothill, are you alright?” You asked him immediately, worried that you made things worse. “Shucks cutie, m’fine, I’m not that frail.” Once again he retorted to his usual fun demeanour.

It wasn’t a lie, he was fine, but that doesn’t mean nothing happened. Though he didn’t know how to describe it neither. Somehow it felt like electricity was send to his brain, stimulating his nerves. The sensation he just experienced… it was weird yet familiar. Could it be whatever you did worked? Was that bizarre sensation the sense of touch? It’s been so long, he doesn’t know nor remember anymore. “I’m done, can you see if you can turn it on?” You said hesitantly, almost sounding as unsure as him. Boothill looked through his system, and there has indeed been a new feature unlocked. He downloaded it swiftly, a little on edge as he waited. 98%…99%… and done. “How do you feel?” The anticipation in your voice was as clear as day. This was the most intense part of your operation after all, it was if it bore fruition.

“I really don’t feel a difference.” He told you honestly, his brows furrowed. It seems he also kind of hoped for it to work, guess his expectations were too high. Your heart sank, all this work for nothing. In an instant, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your chest. With a disappointed and guilty tone, you spoke, “I’m sorry, I made you go through all that for nothing.” Then you held his iron hand tightly, as if to apologise to him. As soon as your skin made contact with him, his hand twitched and he pulled it back. A dumbfounded look was on your face along with the grief. When you stared at him, totally confused, you noticed his face heat up. “Boothill…?”

“Your hand’s warm.” He stated, lips slightly parted which revealed his sharp teeth. “What?” You didn’t quite catch the meaning behind his words, hence the question. Boothill sit up very abruptly and pointed a finger to his body, “touch m’ here.” Despite you not understanding the situation, you obliged anyway, tapping his torso with your index finger. “It worked!” The cyborg stated, blinking a few times in awe. “My forking goodness, this shirt works.” “You mean…?” Your own eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief. It worked? Your little amateur operation there? “It worked.” You had to repeat those words that seemed so unfamiliar in your mouth.

The realisation hit you, your hard work payed off and it wasn’t unnecessary. In an instand you pulled that man into a hug, wrapping your arms around his torso, holding him tightly. “Hey now, don’t squeeze me so suddenly mother-fudger, hahaha.” Boothill laughed, returning your embrace immediately. This feeling was what he subconsciously missed. For the first time in years, he could feel the warmth of another. He can feel it when something is touching him, when you are caressing him so gently.

Even though first and foremost he looks unbothered, only happy about this new function, he was deeply shaken by it. His bottom lip trembled due to the overwhelming emotions swirling around inside him. If he could cry, he would. Partly because he’s so grateful for your deeds, also because feeling so many stimulations when he literally couldn’t for years is a bit overwhelming. It wasn’t bad though, your hug felt so nice. To think the first thing he gets to feel after being senseless all these years is not anything fighting related, but the soft feeling of your tender embrace. How lucky he was. If he dared to be a little more selfish, then he’d wish this moment could last forever.

[xiao-come-home]

I absolutely adore your Boothill headcanons like I am having biiig brainrot rn. Can I request headcanons of Boothill with a s/o who is pretty reckless with their own safety. Like they're pretty strong but just does not have any regard for their own life?? How would he handle it?? 👀

Break effect but it's his heart 😔

So you're telling him.. there's someone who's even more reckless than Boothill himself?

He doesn't believe you at first - sure, you'll probably somewhat reckless, but nowhere near him. He's convinced that you're just used to get a bit more bruises than others during battles, since you're also a strong opponent to match against.

Little did he know, his eyes almost fall out of his eye sockets when he sees you going absolutely feral against the enemy you fight. He's almost spitting out his cords trying to catch you when someone throws you at the full speed onto the building - finally learning that, in fact - you were saying the truth back then.

Either way, Boothill would genuinely get worried at some point, at first asking you to be a little more careful when fighting, but once he catches you in the hospital multiple times, the mask he's been putting is finally off - the cyborg has a defeated look on his face, looking at you in silence, the beeping of your heart from the machine nearby reminding him of his own.

You're the first to say a shy greeting to him, but quickly falling speechless after seeing Boothill's unusual behavior. He squeezes your hand, and only one sentence comes out from his mouth.

"I don't wanna lose you just like everybody else I had in my life."

Will it change your mind, or will you still be loyal to your own beliefs?

[cubffections]

𑁥౿ 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 — boothill.

۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ cw. nsfw, 18+. sub! fem reader, use of nicknames ( he's real mouthy in tis one ) jus grindin' on boothill's abs muehehe ੭´꒳`ᑦ tis was hiding in the drafts but since he came home i guess tis can tew ! :p

a low whistle leaves boothill's lips. "look at cha, sugar. what a sight."

a feral grin is plastered on his face as he watches you drag your sensitive, drooling cunt across his metal torso. squirming each time the cold surface made contact with your clit, the embarrassment on your face has the ranger chuckling.

"you don't like me starin' doll? she sure does." he taps his finger against your puffy folds, pushing only the tip of it in before retracting. "so fudgin' cute."

you whine from the loss, your palms flat on his plated pecs as you dragged your hips some more. you just couldn't get the right angle to fuck yourself the way you needed . . but don't worry, this cowboy wouldn't let you struggle like that, not his baby.

two cold hands slide up your curves, squeezing your ass before starting adjusting you on his chest. the scope in his eye watching every one of your expressions, aiming for the winning gaze. the moment a desperate moan flies from your lips his own curl in response.

bullseye.

"yer way too easy to read, sugar." he rocks your hips more in the same position, recording the sweet moans leaving your lips as a small reward for himself. he circled your hips, guiding you completely for his own pleasure. "leakin' so much ya' getting me all slippery . . gna cum?" he teased rhetorically, thumbing your clit in three-second intervals.

cuz, it was obvious you were right on the edge. your pretty lil' face was all twisted in a look he's seen many times before, not to mention your lips were pouted like you needed his sharp teeth nibbling on them the way he always did. god, what a shame.

the cowboy kisses his teeth, his hat tilting down on gaze as he grumbled. " i know i say this a lot, but muddle-fudger— m'really need to blow a load in ya."

© CUBFFECTIONS

[boothillssugarmomma]

Honka' Honka'

(Boothill x Fem!Reader)

cw-: sweet AF Boothill, clingy Boothill, suggestive a bit, mentions of groping

HC: Boothill's the type a guy to grab your ass and go "honka' honka'"

🎀 authorsnote: I got this head cannon from @edens-sovereign and was given permission to use it!

please don't steal my work!

Taglist🎀HSR Master List🎀Other Lists🎀

It's a gorgeous night aboard The Astral Express...

March 7th is dancing in her room to random music videos she'll definitely pester you with tomorrow. You'll never admit it but secretly you love when she shows you them.

Dan Heng is locked in his room peacefully working on the archives as always. Listening to records on a cute record player you gave him.

Himeko and Welt are sipping on sleep tea in the parlor car as they chat quietly. Trying to fall asleep eventually.

The Trailblazer is in his room, the only one sleeping. Doors locked up and fan on. (YES I SLEEP WITH A FAN 😭)

...yet in your room? While you're TRYING your best to get some sleep...your boyfriend won't stop bugging you.

Boothill wouldn't stop moving and squirming tonight. Wrapping his arms around you, trying to lay on top of you, letting go and sprawling out on the bed taking up your space, hanging off the side of the bed, and to make matters worse...whining...

Finally he sits up and groans deeply.

"It's too fudgin hot!" He whines, pouting as he pokes at your side.

"Seriously?" You sigh as your eyes flutter open. Sitting up as well and glaring at him. "And what do you want me to do about it?" You rub at the space in between your eyebrows.

"...could I have a drink or somethin'...?" He shrugs.

"Right now? Are you kidding me?" You sigh and fold your arms at the cowboy. He scooches closer and wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

Boothill nods, still embracing you in his metals arms as tight as possible. You notice his expression being a bit flustered as he looks directly at you, slightly pouting again.

"Yeah, I've been thinkin' 'bout it for a bit now!" He whines in your ear as he tries to hold back his urge to move around more, but his metal twitches slightly from his legs and up to his arm

"And 's gettin' worse the more I look at ya...."

"Yeah...ok mister sweet talker... you're just trying to get me to get up and grab it for you..." You huff before looking away.

You can feel his eyes boreing into the back of your head and you bite your bottom lip. Letting out a defeated groan you turn your head back to him.

"Fine..." You sigh softly as you get out of bed and leave the room, turning down the hallway towards the Expresses kitchen to grab something for him.

As you go to the kitchen, Boothill immediately grabs your body pillow and hugs it close to his chest, wrapping not just his arms but also his legs around it.

He still couldn't contain his restless demeanor. If anyone were to see him like this, they would be pretty convinced the man was an overgrown child

He's waiting for you desperately, constantly rubbing the pillow in his embrace. It's as if the pillow was a surrogate for you, his thoughts fixated solely on you.

He waits patiently for a minute, then two, then three, then four, five, six, seven...where the hell were you?

As the minutes kept passing, so did his patience. And eventually his patience was reaching its breaking point.

He tried to distract himself by looking outside the window, watching the stars and the solar system.

But he couldn't fully divert his attention, his mind constantly wandering back to what the hell was taking you so long

Finally unable to hold back, his restlessness took him over. He leapt off the bed, pacing back and forth in your room like an abandoned puppy. His footsteps heavy and impatient.

"What oil do you like again?" You hum as you walk back in the room, holding a few oil cans.

Boothill's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of you, and he couldn't help but rush towards you, his arms wrapping around you with a mix of excitement and desperation.

You tsk your tongue as you almost drop a can due to the impact. But stop as he buried his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin

"Any is fine at this point!" He said, his voice muffled. He pulled away slightly, looking at you with pleading eyes, a small pout on his lips. "Please sweetheart, just gimme the can..."

"Here, here hon..." You chuckle softly as you press a kiss to his jaw.

At the kiss on his jaw, a shiver ran down his spine, and a low groan escaped his lips. Boothill leaned into your touch, his breath slightly hitching as he felt your breath caress his skin. His hands tightened their hold on you, his thumb gently tracing circles on your waist

"Ah... I've missed you." He said, his voice a mixture of relief and longing as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. The tension in his body began to melt away, replaced with a sense of contentment and warmth.

"I was literally gone for a half hour..." You roll your eyes playfully as he sucks on the cans straw.

Boothill just shrugs at that, not paying attention anymore as he continues to lay his hand on your hip and drink his drink.

His eyes wander down as your head is pressed into his neck still. Peeking over your head and down to your waist he smirks at an evil idea.

As his hand moves down, a mischievous smile plays on his lips as he feels the soft curve of your ass. He gave it a gentle double squeeze, his metal fingers pressing into the flesh as he brought his mouth closer to your ear, his breath hot against your ear

"Honka' honka'..." Your boyfriend smirks deviously.

Your mouth drops open, obviously shocked at what he just did and said. "Boothill!"

"Can't help it darlin'...wanna feel how soft ya' are..." He whispered, his voice husky with desire before dropping it and humming. "Well...if I could."

"But still!" You smack his arm playfully and roll your eyes before nuzzling into his neck again.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your playful reaction. "What...just showin' my 'preciation!"

He tilted his head down, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. His hand continued its exploration, gently running up and down your side, his touch both possessive and affectionate.

His mind was a mix of desire and love for you, if he had a heart it would definitely be thumping in his chest...

"Show your appreciation another time..." You mumble with a blush on your face. Trying to nuzzle deeper into his neck to hide your dusty red face.

Boothill took notice of your flushed face and chuckled, his eyes starting to gleaming with amusement.

"Heh, who knew ya' could be so shy?" He teased playfully, a knowing smirk on his lips. "But alright, I'll hold back...for now sweet pea~" He said, his voice filled with a hint of mock resignation as he held you closer.

"...are you done with your drink yet...it's so late..." Nudging your boyfriend with your finger, a small yawn slips out.

Seeing you yawn, Boothill smiled softly and shook his head. "Ah right, forgot that you need your beauty sleep..." He drawls, his hand gently caressing your cheek and then moving a lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering at your earlobe for a moment.

"You look perfect even when yur' tired..." He whispers, his voice filled with warmth and love. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before gently coaxing you back to the bed.

Walking over to the bed you flop down on it, cuddling up to your pillow and under your blanket.

Boothill watches you with a fond smile as you crawl back into bed, a sense of protectiveness washing over him.

He quickly joined you after he set his drink on the nightstand, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. His legs tangled with yours as he sought to be as close to you as possible.

He rests his chin on top of your head, his machinery whirring steady and soothing against your back.

He lets out a content sigh, his fingers gently massaging your scalp, the touch light and intimate with a hint of cold. He felt like he was finally at peace...

"I love you honey..." You whisper sleepily, drooling a bit on his chest.

Boothill swears if he had a heart it would swell with the words you say. His expression softens even more if that's possible as he holds you tighter. "I love you too" He whispers softly, the sincerity in his voice is soothing to you.

He gently presses a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers still gently stroking your hair. The moonlight streams in through the window, casting a warm glow on your intertwined bodies.

Closing his eyes, he lets the peacefulness of the moment wash over him as he holds you close, content in the embrace of your love...

Even if he can't exactly feel you...he knows deep down if doesn't matter...your love does.

🎀End🎀

[cherrylovelycherry]

𓂅new order. "pain aux raisins, pain au chocolat and uh... a soufflé."

"Surprise, muddle fudger!"

pairing. Boothill x gn!reader cw/genre. action, some nsfw(desperate kisses with tongue), violence, implied deaths, weapons (guns and knives), no gore, anyway mdni full menu

You and Boothill were… Rivals at best. With both of you being mercenaries, it was easy to get competitive. Ironically, you knew each other the best. So, of course, after you pissed off a bunch of higher-ups and gained a large bounty on your head, Boothill was the first one on the case. He was confident he'd be the one to bring you in, dead or alive. It was only normal to chase after your rival, right?

Boothill had your face memorized for this job. But then again, he's had your face memorized for a while. He was confident he would catch you, and you were confident you wouldn't get caught. Though, you had a strong feeling that Boothill was on your trail. This feeling was proven correct when the familiar click of a gun echoed into the room. Here you were hoping to finish this mission without a hassle.

"There's a huge bounty on your head, sweetheart. How 'bout you make this easy f'me and come along without a fight?"

Boothill smirked as he stood in the doorway to the dimly lit room. He had his weapon leveled and aimed at your head. Of course, you knew he wouldn't kill you, but he might mess up your appearance a bit. His expression seemed to be a mix of excitement and annoyance. Maybe he was eager to turn in his former rival and gain the bounty for himself. On the other hand, his annoyance might have something to do with the fact that he'd prefer not to fight you. This job had already made him frustrated, but knowing you, you'd make it harder for him.

"I really am hopin' it doesn't have to come to shooting you darlin'." he said, his voice low.

"But if it comes down to it, so be it." There was an air of teasing around Boothill's tone, as if he was enjoying the situation. He had always relished challenging you. But now, there was something else in his eyes as he stood in front of you. Was that a flicker of affection?

You rolled your eyes at the slight thought of that.

"Ya know I'm not just gonna turn myself in, pretty boy." You responded, turning to him with a smirk. Your hand slowly hovered over your own weapon, ready for a fight if you needed to.

The both of you were quite skilled, which made the rivalry all the more exciting. You knew you'd be in for one hell of a fight.

"Now, I don't know what you did to get every mercenary on your trail, but I'd say your best bet is coming with me."

Boothill slowly lowered his weapon as he approached with caution. This was the first time he'd seen you in a bit, and he clearly hadn't expected for you to look so exhausted. Your condition didn't look too good, and he could see how you'd probably have difficulty fighting right now. He also seemed to notice the injuries you had from previous fights with the other mercenaries. He could see a few bullet wounds and a couple scratches.

Despite that, you seemed very willing to face it. Everything to fight for your freedom and life, nothing new.

He took a few more steps forward, his weapon still in his hand. His eyes were studying your features, taking in your tired expression. He hadn't expected to see you this way – beaten and weak. He was a bit concerned, but it also made him more confident, knowing you weren't at your full strength at the moment. He knew you'd still put up a fight despite your condition, though. You'd never give up without a struggle.

"I can see ya ain't looking too good."

Boothill raised his eyebrow as he got closer. He kept his weapon lowered, a signal that he wasn't going to shoot you for now.

He spoke slowly, as if trying his best to not upset you.

"Listen, you're a very skilled merc. I know you're strong as hell, but you're in no condition to fight right now."

He took another step closer before pausing, his eyes scanning the room. From what he could tell, the whole building was silent. No other mercenaries or enemies around to interfere. Just the two of you - alone.

"So…turn yourself in and it's over."

Silence.

"Haha, you're so funny!" You spoke, unsheathing your gun, aiming it straight at his head.

Your finger was on the trigger of the gun in your hand.

"Don't you dare take another fucking step because I'll blow your little brain away."

You held your ground, aiming your own weapon at him in warning. Boothill froze in place, clearly knowing the risks of making a wrong move. He had seen this stubborn side of you many times before, and he wasn't surprised by you threatening him.

Seeing you like this wasn't unfamiliar to him. In fact, he'd seen you at your worse moments before. He'd seen the rage and the pain, and he'd witnessed the moments when you'd been too exhausted to fight.

But now, it really didn't look like you were slightly injured.

He didn't seem shocked you weren't giving up. No - he seemed excited. This was exactly how he'd expected you to respond. His gaze was locked on yours, his expression one of cocky overconfidence.

"I ain't gonna lie, you're lookin' pretty damn sexy right now"

He responded, his voice low and teasing. You heard a chuckle escape his lips as his eyes flickered over you. He clearly enjoyed the danger this situation posed – the thrill that only you ever got him.

"You're insufferable"

You rolled your eyes once more, though there was a smirk on your lips. It was no secret that you and Boothil had a bit of a history together. After all, your relationship was mostly based around competition and flirting.

Despite your injuries, you stood there defiantly, unbothered by his flirtatious remark. Of course, he would take the time to give you compliments, even when you could shoot him right here, right now. However, the compliment didn't seem like an empty one either.

He was staring at you with the same cocky expression on his face, but there was more in his eyes than the teasing. There was a clear admiration and affection there.

"It's not good for you to make assumptions too soon, precious." You said.

Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't. You were a little hurt from the recent fights against other nosy guys, but the adrenaline in your body put you back together in one way or another.

Boothill let out a soft chuckle at your response, his eyes gleaming with amusement. It was difficult to not get caught up in this sort of flirting exchange. His gaze remained locked on you, taking in the sight of your injuries despite your determination.

As he studied you, his gaze slowly travelled down your body, admiring your injured but still impressive form. His smirk widened, clearly impressed by how you were holding yourself together despite everything.

"Oh, I wasn't assuming, sweetcheeks." He replied, taking a step closer. "I was stating a damn fact— "

His words were somewhat cut off by the gunshot next to his face. The thing you loved most about yourself was your very good aim.

"My eyes are up here." You spoke mockingly.

"And I said don't come any closer." You were ready to shoot him, you weren't kidding.

"Damn, you're not afraid to play dirty, huh?" He grinned.

A chuckle escaped his lips again as he stopped himself from moving any closer. His cocky demeanor was still present, but he had to admit that he found it amusing when you shot near his face. He really liked your feisty attitude.

"Fine, fine. I won't come any closer." He said with a smirk, raising his hands slightly as if surrendering to your demand.

He stepped back, putting some distance between the two of you. He still kept his eyes on you, but he tried to contain his previous overconfidence.

You kept your eyes locked on him, a sense of pride swelling within you. Despite the danger you were still in, you smirked back at him, relishing the moment of victory.

"Wise call, pretty boy." You taunted.

He had no choice but to keep his distance, and you enjoyed knowing that you had a bit of an advantage here. Though Boothill had no intentions of actually killing you, he was confident that he would win this fight. He just had to outsmart you somehow.

Your steps stopped abruptly when a bullet passed in front of your eyes.

"Shit." They shot out of the window. They almost blew your brain.

You quickly moved to cover yourself so that this time they would have the opportunity to shoot you. However, you still had to be careful with Boothill.

Your expression hardened as you slowly took a look behind you to see who was shooting you. You saw several men in military uniforms, carrying various types of guns. There were at least two snipers on the roof. They must have been the ones who shot through the window.

Although you felt flattered that so many people came after you, it seemed somewhat unfair to you. You were in a matchup more on par with Boothill, while the others were too far down for you.

You returned your attention to Boothill. He seemed a little surprised by the sudden interruption.

"Seems someone else is trying to claim that bounty on your head." He said, leaning against the wall.

He was still keeping his distance, knowing that they could shoot you both at any moment. You could tell from his body language that he didn't really want to fight them. Although well, he wanted you just for himself. He claimed you first.

The effects of the adrenaline that were diminishing and the injuries were affecting you, so you were not really at your 100%, an advantage for the other people who were also chasing you.

Boothill, seeing one of these uniformed men at the door of the room, did not hesitate to shoot.

"You're welcome, doll."

Boothill's bullet hit the man's shoulder, causing him to fall and yell aloud. His cry immediately attracted the attention of his accomplices, who were now rushing towards the building.

You had to be quick.

"Damn it, Boothill."

You didn't want to keep fighting; you were tired and wanted this whole thing to end. However, you really didn't have a choice. You were outnumbered, and they were determined to take you in one way or another.

"I was going to shoot them myself, you know." You replied sarcastically, taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

As you spoke, another bullet flew past you, barely missing your head. You had to take cover again, though you still managed to look at Boothill with a slight smirk. He just rolled his eyes in response.

"Yeah, sure you were." He said, a tinge of teasing in his voice.

The situation was still dangerous, but you couldn't help but enjoy the banter between the two of you.

"We can't stay here like sitting ducks." You replied, keeping your eyes focused on the door.

You were determined to fight back, and you knew that you had the skills to do it. However, you couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed that Boothill was doing your job, which was killing the other hunters.

"You think I can't handle myself?" You asked, a touch of irritation in your voice.

"Your eyes, darlin'. They look really tired." Boothill noted. He had never seen you look so exhausted before. He couldn't imagine how annoying and tiring it must have been to have a bunch of mercenary idiots after him.

You let out a small scoff at Boothill's remark. You really weren't in the mood to fight anymore, and he knew it. Even so, his teasing made you feel better about this whole situation—or so you thought.

"You know what? Just shut up."

You stayed hidden behind the table with Boothill by your side when another bullet hit the door. You cursed under your breath as you felt your clothes rubbing against the cuts. Your injuries were affecting you, and you were barely holding on.

You held back a small cry as a bullet grazed your hip.

Boothill turned to look at you. However, he kept his worries to himself.

"You're hit." He said, his tone firm but gentle. He reached out to check the wound, but you swatted his hand away.

"I'm fine." You grumbled, not wanting to admit how much pain you were in. You really weren't in the mood to fight anymore. However, no matter how tired you were, you were certain that you could win this fight, especially with Boothill by your side.

"Damn sons of bitches." You muttered, pulling a shot of adrenaline out of your jacket. At least that would help you compose yourself a little.

You could hear footsteps coming closer to where they were, so you quickly inserted the injection into your left leg.

A feeling of sudden power and energy ran through your veins as the drug took effect. You took a moment to take a deep breath, then stood up, ready to fight again.

Following that, you shot the two men inside directly in the head.

Boothill glanced at you with a mixture of surprise.

He wasn't exactly happy about you doing something dangerous like that, but he knew it was probably your only way to keep pushing through this fight. His gaze shifted back to the door, his hand still gripped tightly on his gun.

Since he wasn't going to kill you after all, he was going only to hurt you so he could hand you over and get the reward.

"You sure you won't pass out after that?" He asked, his tone serious.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he was right. Just maybe. He really was annoying sometimes.

"Shut it and give me some cover." You demanded.

You were grateful that he understood that they were only on the same side for now, since the men were looking for both of you. And besides, the fight between you two was only about you two.

Without any other unwanted guests.

Boothill chuckled at your sharp tone. He really loved the way you spoke.

"Yes, love."

He was sure that you would be okay, even after the adrenaline shot.

"Just give me a sign if you're gonna pass out." He said, his voice low and serious, before firing his weapon again, hitting another man in the head. You both made a pretty good team.

You smirked, knowing that he was trying to help you in his own way. It had been a long time since you had fought together like this.

Bullets and bullets continued to fly through the room. However, Boothill managed to keep his aim on the enemies.

As usual, It was almost admirable how he managed to keep his focus, despite the chaotic situation.

You could feel Boothill's gaze on you, watching your every move, but you didn't mention anything. You wanted to keep going, especially when the only thing in your mind was to get rid of these intruders. You took out a long dagger from your belt and quickly stabbed a guy in the stomach, then knocked him down with your weapon. You really were a skilled fighter when you want to and need to.

By your side, Boothill was doing a great job too, taking down man after man.

It was a constant back and forth, the sound of gunfire and loud cursing echoing in the room.

As more people entered the building, it became increasingly clear that you had to get out of there. Or also go up to the upper floors, since it was emptier there and there was more freedom to move.

Boothill's gaze was still fixated on your back, his eyes never leaving you. He wasn't going to let anything happen to you, even if that meant putting himself in the line of fire.

Of course, it was only because I wanted you alive to turn you in and get the reward, nothing more.

You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your body. Your movements were swift and precise, your years of training kicking in.

You had to admit that you had missed this. The adrenaline, the excitement, the teamwork.

You kept going, cutting and shooting anyone who got in your way. You were both moving almost as if your actions were perfectly synchronized. You both knew where the other would be, and you were always there to back each other up, even if the fighting was chaotic and brutal.

Despite the exhaustion you were facing, both mentally and physically, you found yourself enjoying the adrenaline. The thrill was almost addictive, and you loved it.

Boothill kept fighting back to back with you. Despite his cockiness, the two of you worked impressively well together. He was always right on your tail, shooting down anyone who dared get too close. Your fighting style was completely different from his, yet it complemented his perfectly.

As the adrenaline continued to race through the room, Boothill couldn't help but notice how skilled you were. Even with the injuries you had, you were still a force to be reckoned with. He grinned, relishing the thrill of the fight and the way you worked together.

"Not bad, sweetheart."

You were grateful that Boothill's ego wasn't affecting his performance. For a moment, you stopped fighting to reload your gun. However, that little break was enough for you to pay attention to Boothill.

His smirk was a sign that not only was he enjoying this fight, but he was enjoying fighting with you. At least you two made a great team.

"What? You're saying that to everyone or is it an exception?" You replied, a small smug smile crossing your lips. You knew that he could sense your own excitement, even amidst this chaos.

Boothill chuckled at your words, a smirk spreading on his lips.

"You're the exception, doll."

His response was casual, but his eyes betrayed his words. You could see the admiration in them, the appreciation for your skills and the way you fought. He had see and fought beside many people before, but there was something about battling with you that felt different.

As more enemies started pouring in, Boothill stepped closer to you, his metalic arm brushing against your shoulder. His body language was casual, as if he were simply standing next to you at a party rather than in the middle of a life-threatening fight.

"You enjoying yourself so far?" He asked, his voice low and taunting.

"As much as you, pretty boy." You said, smiling as you wiped your sweat with the blood of the dead men with the back of your hand.

Boothill grinned, feeling a familiar flare of attraction burning in his chest. Fighting with you like this—side by side, watching each other's backs—was something he thoroughly enjoyed. And he couldn't deny that it made him feel good, not just because you two worked well together, but because it gave him a glimpse of what could have been if things had been different between the two of you.

However, he shrugged off the thought, reminding himself that you weren’t going to be with him. It was just wishful thinking.

"You're right, I'm enjoying myself."

Soon, the room was full of the bodies of the other hunters.

You and Boothill had ascended from the 5th floor to the 9th floor of the building while fighting.

You felt a sense of relief flood over you as the adrenaline high wore off. Your whole body seemed to relax, but your heart was still racing from the fight. You had never been more exhausted in your life.

However, in the midst of your slight distraction, one of the intruders had moved closer, and he grabbed you by the side. You gritted your teeth in pain and slammed your elbow backwards, hearing him groan as you struck him in the nose.

As you quickly pushed him to the ground, Boothill took the opportunity to land a shot on his chest.

Once the room fell silent, you let out a deep breath, realizing that the danger was finally coming to an end. Just for a few seconds.

All those fools were on the ground, all dead.

As you took cover behind the table again, you held back a small moan. The effects of those injections were beginning to wear off, causing a sudden pain in your hip.

Boothill couldn't help but glance over at you, noticing your discomfort. He approached you slowly, his gaze fixed on your wound.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly as Boothill approached you.

"Now, about our little problem?" You said, your eyes narrowing towards him.

Boothill leaned down to inspect the wound, trying to assess the severity. However, he saw that the shot had only grazed her hip. It was a small wound, but it still had to be painful for you.

He looked up at you with a small smirk, which only angered you.

"It's nothing I cannot handle." You huffed, your face twisted in annoyance. You didn't like it when Boothill looked at you like that, as if you were incapable of handling pain.

"I'm fine." You muttered, pushing his hand away from you.

You tried to ignore the throbbing pain, but you knew it needed attention. You nodded reluctantly, allowing him to look at your injury.

"You're wounded," he stated, his tone neutral. "Again."

From his pocket he took out a lighter, with which he heated his metal fingers for a while until they reached a high temperature so that the wound would heal.

Since he did not consider it fair that they continued the fight if you were not at your 100% or at least 70%.

"Hold still, darlin'. This might sting a bit."

Boothill held his heated finger over the wound, the heat causing you to gasp from the pain. You inhaled deeply through your clenched teeth, clenching your fists to avoid crying out in pain.

Despite the pain, you could feel the heat slowly knitting together your skin, closing the wound.

You closed your eyes as you felt Boothill's grip to steady you so that he could do his work.

The pain was intense, but somehow you found yourself calming down.

After the heat had done its job, Boothill let go of your wounded hip. You exhaled deeply, relieved that the pain was finally gone. Not completely, but most of it.

He looked down at you, his gaze taking in the expression on your face. You were still slightly irritated from the look he had given you earlier.

"You’re a terrible patient," Boothill commented, his tone laced with a hint of teasing.

"Hah. Shut up."

After a few seconds in which you calmed down, you got up slowly, still with caution.

Their previous "truce" had already ended.

You knew it was dangerous to be around him now. So you put your hand on your gun, ready to pull it out at any moment.

You walked away slowly, not cornering yourself.

"Now…stay away."

Boothill chuckled as your words faded into the silence. It was almost amusing how you still couldn't see eye to eye. Yet, there was an undercurrent of respect in his eyes.

"As you wish," he muttered, his tone neutral. He lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender, though there was a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

You took a deep breath and moved closer to the exit, your hand wrapped tightly around the handle of your gun.

"We'd save the fight if you give up and let me take you with me." He grinned, his voice low and menacing as he leaned closer to you.

You were about to leave when Boothill's words stopped you in your tracks. You looked at him with a frown, refusing to take the bait.

"We both know I won't do that," you said firmly and in a amusing way, keeping your distance.

There was no way you were going to give up and let him turn you in just like that. You were both trained mercenaries, after all, and there was something in you that didn't want to lose to him, even if it meant risking your life.

Despite your attempts to hide it, you couldn't help but feel excited.

You knew that Boothill was a smart man, a cunning mercenary who never underestimated his prey. And he knew you were just as determined as he was.

His lips curved into a smirk, displaying his sharp teeth. He was clearly enjoying this game of cat and mouse, the thrill of the chase and the anticipation of the fight.

He was slowly approaching, you pulled out your gun, pointing it at him.

“I said not to—” You felt dizzy, unable to finish your sentence.

You fell directly to the ground, with no strength to move. It was the result of tiredness and the lack of adrenaline in your body.

'Shit,' you thought as you looked at your gun now on the ground, as well as listening to Boothill's footsteps.

It didn't take long for you to end up closing your eyes, passing out.

He crouched down next to you to check that you weren't dead.

But thankfully, he could see the slight rise of your chest, your breathing was slow and somewhat light. For a moment, he was terrified that you didn’t have one.

He felt a mixture of concern and victory, as he realized this was his chance to turn you in. He bent down, picking up your gun and then picking you up too.

He couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment, knowing that the fight had ended too soon.

He started to go down the stairs, with you in his arms, although he had you carrying you more like a sack of potatoes. A nice gesture from him.

Despite your body being limp and unresponsive, you could sense the movement and the sound of Boothill's footsteps. You couldn't open your eyes, so all you could do was think.

Your thoughts were a mess of anger and frustration. You hadn't anticipated that you would lose the fight this time. It was humiliating, and you couldn't believe that you had allowed yourself to get into this position.

You also cursed Boothill for being so quick and taking this chance. You were furious at yourself for not seeing it coming.

You wished that you could wake up right then and there. And that's what you did, you were forcing yourself to wake up.

You should have stayed in that building as long as you could.

Approximately 10 minutes passed, Boothill calmly descended the stairs.

In one of your attempts to wake up, you finally succeeded, although not completely since you were somewhat sleepy.

You remained still, as if you were still passed out.

Until, in one of those, with a metal bar that you managed to pick up days ago, you pushed it directly into the back of Boothill's metal legs.

In a way that he stumbles and in that way, letting go.

You fell to the ground again, your vision was still somewhat blurry but your instincts to escape were a little stronger.

You got up and started running down the stairs, going up again. Taking advantage of Boothill to remove the metal bar from his leg.

Boothill groaned as he felt the metal bar hit his legs and make him stumble. He wasn't expecting that sneaky move from you, even in your dazed state.

As he tried to regain his balance, he couldn't help but curse under his breath. Being immediately censored by his internal system.

How had he underestimated you that much? He had been careless and careless enough to let you slip away. He should have known better than to assume you were still unconscious.

His anger mixed with a sense of respect and admiration for your determination. He was both annoyed and impressed, both at you for escaping and at himself for letting you go.

You could hear him cursing behind you, which made the situation quite amusing. It was a bit of revenge for Boothill's actions.

With your blurred vision and half your body still not functioning properly, it was a challenge to run. Not to mention that your legs and arms felt like jelly.

You felt like you could faint at any moment, but anger kept you going. You pushed yourself to keep moving, though your movements were still somewhat slow.

You found solace in a room that led to a broken balcony.

You took a breath and took out your gun, which you picked up from one of the dead men on the ground, leaning against the wall and waiting for Boothill to arrive.

You were determined to end this once and for all, no more playing with each other.

You were going to kill him right then and there, but deep down, you hoped it wouldn't be necessary to do that.

Boothill gritted his teeth as he made his way up the stairs, his senses heightened as he anticipated your next move. He knew he had underestimated you and that you were clever enough to not make the same mistake twice. However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of engaging in another fight.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he surveyed the room, his eyes quickly settling on you in the corner. He took a few moments to observe your stance, noticing the determination in your features and the gun pointed directly at him.

“Now this is an interesting change of pace,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He knew he had to be careful with his movements, as any sudden action could result in a bullet in his brain. He took a slow step towards you.

"Are you sure you wanna do this, darlin'?" he asked, a hint of humor in his tone, "You seem a little out of it."

You responded, but not speaking, you shot trying to hit his forehead. However, he narrowly dodged the bullets.

By the time I wanted to shoot again, no bullet came out.

"Damn." You muttered, throwing the gun to the ground.

As he dodged your shots, Boothill chuckled, finding your determination admirable despite the fact that you ran out of bullets.

"Now, now, darlin'," he said, taking a step closer to you. "Just because you're out of bullets doesn't mean this is over."

His voice was laced with a mix of taunting and admiration as he continued to approach you, fully aware that you had no other means of defense.

"C'mere." He said, taking out his gun and pointing it at you, just in case you did something.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, annoyed at how he seemed to be enjoying this situation.

You took a deep breath, mentally steeling yourself for whatever might happen.

You weren't sure what you'd do next, but you knew you couldn't let him get away with this.

You took a step closer to him, your fists clenching and unclenching as you prepared yourself.

You raised your hands in surrender, as you approached him.

You knew you wouldn't last long in a physical fight against Boothill. He had experience, training, and an inhuman advantage given his abilities.

As you raised your hands in surrender, Boothill's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, not expecting you to give in so easily.

He approached you with calculated steps, his gun still pointed at you. His gaze studied your movements and your expression, searching for any signs of deception.

"Smart choice," he said.

However, as he got closer, he noticed the fatigue and exhaustion in your eyes. He could see that despite your determination, you were not in the best shape to continue the fight.

He knew he had the upper hand, but he also saw a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes.

For your part, you were sure that you would regret this some time later. If everything went well, of course.

Being in front of him, just two steps away, you relaxed your face. Your pretty face and the old bond that both of you had before would have to be of some use.

Boothill noticed as you relaxed your face and softened your expression. He recognized the tactic immediately, as the tension in his jaw softened slightly.

He lowered his gun slightly, taking in the sight of you. The light that entered the room through the window illuminated your face, and for a moment, Boothill forgot about the current situation.

Bad decision he made.

"Can I…have a little time before you take me?" You asked, your face was one of resignation and some pity.

Boothill lowered his guard a little as he heard your request.

He could see the exhaustion in your eyes and the pleading look on your face.

He knew that he would easily fall into those sweet puppy eyes and that angelic voice.

He remained silent for a few seconds, still holding his gun, but more relaxed as he nodded.

"Just this time, but no funny business," he replied, a mix of caution and understanding in his voice.

You smiled internally, if that was possible.

Quickly and without him being able to react, you placed your hands on his face.

The only human part of his body he had left. You lightly caressed his cheeks, analyzing his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I looked into those pretty eyes again…" You spoke calmly.

Boothill froze when he felt your hands on his cheeks.

The feeling of your touch sent a series of electrical impulses and sensations through his artificial nerves, causing an involuntary shiver to run down his spine.

He was surprised at your bold move and the sudden display of affection. He couldn't hide the mix of confusion and a touch of discomfort in his expression, but he couldn't turn away from the warmth of your touch.

The sudden intimacy caught him off guard, and before he could react, he saw the vulnerability in your eyes and the hint of longing in your gaze.

"What are you…" he sputtered, taken aback by the unexpected gesture. He still kept his guard down, unsure of your intentions, but he didn't pull back.

Instead, he remained there, allowing you to touch his face.

You smiled softly, feeling like you had taken control of the situation.

"Oh, don't be like that…" You whispered, your thumb gently tracing the contours of his human skin.

"I just…" You paused, trying to find the right words. "I just missed seeing your pretty face."

You continued to explore his face with an almost careful touch, tracing the contours of his features with your fingertips. He noticed how your touch was gentle, almost reverential.

As if you were handling a work of art that could easily break.

"Tell me, Boothill," you spoke with an even tone. Your fingers moved slowly along his jaw and chin. He could feel the warmth of your touch and the way your touch tingled his skin. He noticed how your thumb brushed over his lips, tracing his lower lip.

He couldn't deny the fact that he had missed the feeling of your hands on his skin, even though he would never admit it out loud.

He could sense the nostalgia in your touch, and it was as if your touch awakened old memories buried deep within his circuits.

A feeling he had long forgotten.

"What are you planning, darlin'?" he managed to mutter, his voice laced with a mix of confusion and fascination.

You sighed lightly, before getting closer to his face.

"Can i…?" Your face was very close to his, a few centimeters away from touching his lips with yours.

He wanted to turn away, but he found himself powerless against the pull between you.

"Sweetheart…" he began, but his voice trailed off. He couldn't find the strength to push you away.

Or didn't want to, really.

But before he could say more, you had already pressed your lips against his.

Not exactly with much force, they barely brushed against each other.

And that was enough for you to quickly take away the weapon he had in his hand with a light blow.

You walked away from him quickly as a smile appeared on your lips, you must have been quick since he had a gun integrated into his hand.

As the realization dawned on him, Boothill's expression shifted from surprise to annoyance. He couldn't believe he had fallen for your little trick.

"Sneaky, aren't ya?" he said, his tone a mix of irritation.

Despite the temporary triumph, Boothill couldn't suppress a flicker of respect for your cunning and resourcefulness. He couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration at your ability to catch him off guard.

He knew you would try something, he thought you were just going to try to convince him not to hand you over, making those pretty eyes of yours. He really hadn't expected there to be that kind of intimacy involved.

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw his annoyed expression, you knew he wouldn't take it well.

You couldn't believe it had worked, you assumed he would have pushed you away, but not this time.

"You should be flattered, you're the only 'guy' I can do that to without being disgusted." You said in a sarcastic tone, your smile widening.

Boothill scoffed, his irritation growing even more. He felt a mixture of amusement and indignation at your words and your teasing smile.

"Flattered? Oh, how lucky I am," he retorted sarcastically. "I'm honored to be your exception. I feel privileged."

He tried to maintain a calm facade, but the hint of a grin betrayed his true feelings.

You were just as annoying as always.

And after the small conversation. You tried to be quick and back away enough to go to the floors below, through the balcony.

Because if you stayed there any longer, one of his bullets was going to hit you.

As you made your escape, Boothill cursed under his breath, realizing how effortlessly you had outsmarted him again.

"Smart little thing." he muttered, a begrudging respect in his tone. He couldn't help but acknowledge your quick thinking and resourcefulness.

Despite a hint of admiration, he couldn't shake the feeling that your actions only fueled the fire between you both.

From there, you couldn't estimate how long you were dodging and hiding from Boothill, occasionally shooting.

You knew it was night, because of the windows and balconies you passed, you still had to stay in the building.

The smell of gunpowder was strong. You were taking care of the few bullets you had, using the gun as limited as you could, just to protect yourself.

You didn't risk fighting him physically since you knew you would lose easily.

The tension was palpable in the air as your chase continued. You constantly managed to evade his shots, thanks to your resourcefulness and quick thinking.

You made full use of the environment, ducking and hiding behind cover whenever possible, and your marksmanship kept Boothill at bay. Despite your limited ammunition, you remained cautious and calculated with each shot, making every bullet count.

However, despite his physical advantage, he couldn't shake the lingering memory of your touch and the bittersweet taste lingering on his lips.

As he sprinted behind you, he muttered under his breath.

"You're playing a dangerous game, darlin'…"

As the night deepened, a sense of urgency fueled your every move, and Boothill's determination never wavered.

Every step you took, every corner you turned, brought you closer to exhaustion.

Boothill followed your path, his mind focused on his target. He navigated the building with purpose and determination.

With each step, he grew increasingly frustrated by your continued evasion. You were making him work harder than he anticipated.

"You can't run forever, sweetheart," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with equal parts amusement and annoyance.

He was determined to catch you before sunrise, not knowing what would happen afterwards.

You took out your phone for a moment. You were behind a closet, so for a moment Boothill wouldn't be able to find you easily, or at least you hoped.

"Why the hell don't they respond?" You mumbled in annoyance, while looking at your phone.

No calls or messages were reaching your phone. The connection seemed unreliable, perhaps due to the location of the building or other interference. Whatever the reason, it added to your growing frustration.

As you stood there behind the closet, hidden from sight you took the moment of calmness to gather your thoughts.

You couldn't help but feel disgusted and a little humiliated at having to hide. It wasn't like you.

But you had no choice if you wanted to live or remain 'free'.

If it weren't for the fact that you had to stay in this building, you would already be far from this place. Maybe having a few drinks.

At that very moment, Boothill closed in on your location. His keen senses and intimate knowledge of your tactics allowed him to narrow down your position.

He approached the closet cautiously, his footsteps deliberately soft to avoid tipping you off. He stood on the other side of the door, mentally preparing for the moment of confrontation.

You made the big mistake of distracting yourself, getting internally upset by the situation and the lack of response on your phone.

As you stood behind the closet, your mind racing with frustration, you failed to notice the faint creak of a floorboard behind you.

Before you could react, Boothill appeared behind you, his presence like a shadow materializing out of thin air.

He pulled your leg back, thus preventing you from grabbing the weapon you had taken from him.

"Fuck!" You whirled around, your heart skipping a beat, only to find yourself facing him, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey darlin'," he teased, his voice laced with a hint of triumph, "I won."

He had you pinned to the ground. You were on your back and he had his hands on your wrists, along with his knees on your legs.

A mix of shock and anger filled you as you found yourself pinned to the ground by Boothill.

You struggled to break free from his grip, but his strength and body weight pinned you down, leaving you feeling helpless and exposed.

"Let go of me, prick!" You growled through clenched teeth, squirming and trying to wriggle out of his grip.

But your efforts were met with a chuckle from Boothill as he tightened his hold on your wrists,

"Now, now, easy there, sweetheart. You lost. That means you're in my hands now."

You glared up at him, your body tensed with defiance. Despite your best efforts to break free, his grip remained firm and unyielding. The power imbalance was evident, leaving you in a vulnerable position.

"You won, big deal," you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to hide the mix of frustration and fear that threatened to surface. Boothill smirked, enjoying the sight of your helplessness.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a softer yet slightly mocking tone, "Ah, but you do look rather cute like this, darlin'."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his words.

"You're playing dirty." You spoke, your brow furrowing a little. You had already stopped trying to get away because you knew it was useless at that moment.

"Oh, me? Playing dirty?" He shifted his weight slightly, pressing his knee more firmly against your thigh.

He continued, his tone laced with a hint of teasing, "if I recall, there was a rather intimate moment not long ago that involved your pretty face and my lips.”

"That was different," you muttered defiantly. "You were stunned. I merely took advantage."

Boothill laughed softly, clearly amused by your attempt to justify your actions.

"Ah, so you admit to playing dirty, eh?" His grip relaxed slightly.

"Mhm, maybe." You said as you let out a sigh.

Boothill leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper.

"Let's say I am feeling a bit generous tonight." He paused, taking a moment to admire your features. "And the sight of you under me isn't half bad too."

He shifted his position slightly, his body pressing against yours with a bit more weight. The intensity of the moment seemed to thicken the air around you.

"Woah, relax." You spoke, raising an eyebrow with some amusement.

"Oh and, could you let me go?" You made reference to your wrists. "It's not like I could run away or anything." You continued, laughing somewhat bitterly.

Boothill maintained his grip on your wrists for a few seconds before finally releasing his hold, allowing you some freedom of movement. However, he kept you pinned to the ground with the weight of his body.

He remained silent for a moment, his mind working quickly as a slightly cocky, playful smile crept across his face, just like the cat who caught the mouse.

"There you go, darlin'," he said, his tone holding a subtle edge of mocking.

You moved a little on the ground, rubbing your wrists where his grip had left marks.

You internally lamented your immersive defeat.

Things didn't go as well as you planned.

"Okay, you can hand me over." You spoke, rolling your eyes. You weren't even going to try to escape, there was no chance of that.

A flicker of something you couldn't quite identify flashed across Boothill's eyes.

He stayed put, still holding you in place, his mind processing your words. He shifted his weight slightly, his gaze studying your facial expressions and demeanor, reading the subtle body language.

He thought, pondering your words and trying to gauge your sincerity.

"Just like that?" he asked, skepticism creeping into his voice. "No more fight, darlin'?

Boothill raised an eyebrow, amused by your surrender.

"Now, that's the first time I've heard you agree to surrender." He chuckled, taking a moment to appreciate the spectacle of you being the one to submit.

He leaned in closer.

"You're quite the sight to behold when you're not fighting back, you know that?"

With a swift motion, he gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze once again.

"Take a picture, those last longer." You spoke, smirking at the way he was looking at you and talking.

Boothill paused momentarily, his smile growing wider at your challenging comment.

"Oh, don't tempt me, darlin'," he replied, his tone dripping with amusement. "But now that you mention it…"

He pulled out his phone, swiftly unlocking it. He hovered over the camera mode, teasing you with the possibility of capturing the moment.

"Maybe I should take a picture of you, just like this." He teased, the camera open and pointed at you.

His thumb lightly caressed your lower lip, a tender touch that contrasted with his cocky attitude.

As he stood there, phone in hand, Boothill's expression turned from playful to focused. He carefully analyzed your demeanour.

His gaze then softened slightly as he leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. His touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help but feel a hint of vulnerability as he looked at you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to disguise the shiver that ran down your spine as his thumb gently traced your lower lip, though you failed miserably.

You tried not to react, but his touch was strangely and unusually arousing, given the current situation.

As the moment lingered, his thumb still gently brushed over your lower lip, you felt a strange mix of sensations - a combination of a warm feeling and annoyance.

"Go ahead and take it," you replied finally, your tone slightly sarcastic. "It's not like I can stop you."

You leaned in slightly. The atmosphere grew thick with unspoken desires.

Boothill paused for a moment, his gaze flickering to your lips before returning to your eyes.

With your sarcastic reply granting permission to take the picture, Boothill wasted no time in capturing the moment with his phone.

He snapped a shot of your defiant yet slightly flustered expression, the phone's camera preserving the unexpected and somewhat amusing moment.

He glanced down at the screen to view the picture, a cocky smile stretching across his lips.

"Oh my, aren't ya a sight for sore eyes," he teased, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

As he spoke, his thumb continued to gently trace over your lip, almost affectionately.

Boothill's eyes met your gaze, their gazes locked while he slowly leaned closer.

He hovered for a few seconds.

"You look beautiful, darlin' you really do."

His other hand moved to cup your cheek, he wished he could have felt the warmth of your skin on his fingers.

He closed his eyes and brought his head closer to yours. The tension in the room thickened as the distance between your lips grew shorter.

Without a second thought, Boothill leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss that expressed all the passion and tension that had been building between you.

You felt a rush of warmth and desire flood your senses. The last time they were this intimate was how long ago… maybe 8 years ago? You don't keep track of that much.

The kiss intensified. His tongue gently licked the edge of your lower lip, seeking permission to deepen it further.

Your body responded instinctively, parting your lips and granting him access. The taste of him was like nectar to your senses.

The world around you seemed to disappear as the kiss deepened, filled with a rush of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

Your focus entirely on the sensation of his tongue exploring your mouth. Your body responded shamelessly, your hands moving up to caress his head, fingers gently tangling in his hair.

Boothill's hand shifted from your cheek to cup the back of your head, his grip firm yet gentle.

He pulled you closer, the heat between you growing more intensely.

You knew in the back of your mind that it was wrong.

And yet, it felt so right. You couldn't help but submit yourself to the overwhelming desire that consumed you both.

The world beyond the walls of this room faded into insignificance. Your whole world condensed into the warmth and sensation of his body pressed against yours.

Finally, the need for air forced you to pull away, breaking the kiss as you gasped for breath.

You both remained in that position for a few lingering moments, your foreheads resting against each other. The cold air hit your wet lips, causing a small shiver of sensation. The kiss had left your mind and senses in a hazy, pleasant fog.

The sound of your heartbeats echoed loudly in your ears, as if they were trying to convey the depth of your feelings in that moment.

The realisation of what had just happened sank into your brain. The complexity of emotions flooding your mind was overwhelming. Mixed feelings of contentment, excitement, and… love overwhelmed your body.

It took all your self-control to not immediately kiss him again.

The silence in the room was deafening. Boothill spoke first in a low voice, trying to lighten the mood with a teasing tone.

"You taste sweeter than I remember."

His voice brought you back to reality, his usual teasing and cocky demeanour returning. You tried to respond to his teasing comment, but your mind was still reeling from the intensity and the overwhelming mix of emotions.

Without thinking, you replied, "Shut your mouth, Boothill."

A small smirk formed on your lips as you realised how natural the banter between the two of you was.

You pulled away from his grip, rolling your body away from his. You were still on the ground, but you kept a bit of distance between each other. You brought a hand to your lips, tracing over them softly as you looked away.

You were stuck in your thoughts, you were scolding yourself for letting your emotions control your body.

Until, a click echoed in your brain. Despite the sweet and intimate moment you knew Boothill wouldn't change his mind. Yes or yes he would turn you in and claim the reward. At least without killing you, but he would still turn you in.

Instantly, you looked over, just in time to see Boothill looking at you. But what took your breath away was the sight of something you hadn't noticed before. His hand hovered over the shiny metal of his holstered gun, his fingers casually toying with the smooth surface.

You didn't really notice when he picked up the gun you took from him.

"You forgot something, darlin', didn't ya?"

He slowly placed his hand over the grip, drawing the gun from his holster with a casual grace that masked a sense of danger. His gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of cockiness and a hint of something more complex you would never admit to yourself.

You knew I wouldn't kill you, I was just going to knock you out. You wouldn't allow that anyway.

But you couldn't escape at that moment.

He managed to mumble something you barely managed to hear. ‘Sorry, sweetcheeks.’

A rush of adrenaline shot through your veins as you realised his intent. Your heartbeat intensified, pounding in your ears as you braced yourself for what was about to happen.

Your body acted of its own accord, quickly pulling out a small knife you had stored in your leg.

You couldn't even make a plan. You panicked at the thought of killing him, but there was nothing you could do. It was your life or his.

You instinctively raised your hand to defend yourself as the fear took over. You were going straight for his throat. His gaze met yours, and his expression shifted.

He narrowly managed to move aside, only cutting a little of the skin on his neck, superficially.

What you did manage to cut, however, was his nice long hair.

He also acted on instinct, as he saw you moving in the direction of cutting his neck, he ended up using the gun he had attached to his arm, as he had the other gun in his other arm. Shooting you directly in the right leg. It went through it instantly.

Your eyes widened, and a sharp scream escaped your lips as the pain coursed through your body. The shock of the injury made the room spin, and you felt a sense of dread as you realised the severity of the wound.

The adrenaline and the pain temporarily numbed your ability to think clearly.

Instinctively, you dropped your knife and reached down to your wounded leg, clutching at the wound in an attempt to stem the blood flow. The fear and pain overwhelmed your senses, your breath quickening and your heart pounded loudly.

You gritted your teeth against the pain, struggling to gather your senses.

Meanwhile, Boothill stood there, his eyes widened in shock as he heard the sound of the ringing gunshot. The teasing smirk replaced by a mix of surprise and a touch of guilt. He glanced at the gun in his hand, as if it had betrayed him.

The realization of what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks, and the expression on his face reflected his inner turmoil as he watched your pain.

The silence in the room was deafening, both of you frozen in disbelief. The atmosphere was heavy with the lingering smoke and the weight of the situation.

"I'm sorry, darlin' I was just reacting" he mumbled in a low voice, his tone tinged with disbelief and self-reproach.

He stood up, as he ran his metal hand over his face.

He tried to pull himself together, thinking about what he was initially supposed to do, to hand you over to those who were looking for you.

He turned his gaze back to you, you were with your head fixed on the ground, or rather on the wound you were holding with both hands.

You definitely wouldn't die for that, but it felt strange to see you like that. In passing he also saw much of his hair on the ground, which was cut by you.

He frowned a little at that sight as he turned away for a while, taking out his phone for a while.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. "It was just-"

As he turned back to you, his expression was a mixture of guilt, and something else you couldn't quite identify, changed completely.

He could not believe his eyes.

You were no longer clutching your wound. Now you were standing near the broken balcony. Leaning on your left leg.

While your right leg that was wounded, now showed, thanks to you cutting off that part of your trousers, that your leg was no longer flesh and blood. It was also made of metal.

And the blood that was supposedly coming out of the wound, was from your hands, which in an oversight of his, you managed to cut off a little bit to make it look totally real.

Boothill's eyes widened in disbelief and a mix of shock and confusion, the phone in his hand almost slipping out.

His mind struggled to process the sudden turn of events, the revelation leaving him frozen in place.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on your leg, the same one that had wounded moments ago, now revealed to be metallic.

You're not going to lie, it really hurt when he shot your leg. The nerves you had connected there hurt like never before, that's why your pain looked so real.

It was funny to see his face, full of surprise and confusion.

"Surprise, muddle fudger!" You said, while smiling.

Without giving him a chance to answer you, you stepped backwards over the balcony, falling to catch hold of some kind of rope. You mentally thanked a certain blonde boy and a certain white-haired girl for arriving at the best time.

As you flew away in a sort of helicopter, you couldn't help but notice Boothill, who was more than a little shocked and static in his place.

With your free hand, you blew a kiss into the air in his direction.

Oh, you really loved that man, along with his cute and funny reactions.

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