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Boothill has so much gender you love to see it

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what if sesame got his overdue besitos, huh

A girl of six and blazing red hair has to hold the large cowboy hat on her head in order to keep it from falling over her eyes. She sees the barn cat waiting down expectantly by her feet and she giggles. 

“Michi! Wanna help me find pa?” Alma bends down to pick Sesame up, her father's hat falling over her eyes as she lifts Sesame. She can barely hold his … wide size and his feet dangle. The young girl pets Sesame and smooches his fuzzy head. 

“Michi, yer so fluffy. I love you michi.” 

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"What if they kissed?" - throwing jiaoqiu in here so fast omg,,,

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Boothill has come to say his farewells. It will be some time before he can return to the Xianzhou Yaoqing, to the beautiful shore of Rainsoar Lake and share a cup of tea with the beautiful foxian healer.

The cowboy isn’t good at goodbyes, perhaps because the fates have never granted him the privilege, but now that he’s standing here with Jiaoqiu, his goodbyes are rough and lacking a gentleness to them – they are the truth. The galaxy ranger must venture forth following the path of The Hunt towards his retribution and revenge.

The time Boothill has spent in Jiaoqiu’s company and the moments they shared have healed something in his soul, something no medicinal herb or healing culinary dish could do. Jiaoqui may not know it, but he can still heal without ever igniting a stove. The comfort of his voice and his tea has ease the pain of grief and Boothill feels ever more focused on his goal. 

That, however, does not make this moment hurt any less. 

Jiaoqiu’s foxian ears of rose-colored fur droop somewhat and Boothill doesn’t know how long Jiaoqiu has lived for, but he has spoken before of his service as an on-field medic, how he’s healed many Verdant Knights only for them to lose their lives in the next battle charge. Boothill can see this moment may be something familiar to the healer, old military wounds bleeding again, and the ranger steps forward to Jiaoqiu. His metal hand reaches for Jiaoqui’s wrist as a gentle warning of his approach.

❝ You doubtin’ me, sweetheart? You ain’t gotta worry. You keep a teacup out for me. I’ll have a hundred stories to tell yah when I get back. ❞

Boothill smiles and Jiaoqiu always has some poetic sayings for everything, pretty words laced with clever or witty philosophy, and Boothill laughs warmly from his chest. He’ll miss this. He’ll miss Jiaoqiu’s tea, his company, his elegant demeanor and poetic veiled sarcasm, but also his smile, his charm, and his beauty.

In the time they spent idly talking, Boothill’s metal hand has found its way in Jiaoqiu’s and their fingers laced together. The first touch they shared. If this was past any boundaries, if the metal of the cyborg had bothered the foxian, it would have been known, but neither pull away or voiced what is clearly being understood.

Soon enough there’s nothing left to be said, no more goodbyes or witty remarks. There’s a moment of silence between them and one with so much clarity. Their joined hands bring them together, closing the short distance between them and Boothill’s arm comes around the foxian’s middle, holding Jiaoqiu close to metal chest. 

“May I …?” Jiaoqiu whispers. 

❝ You may not like it. ❞

“Let me judge that for myself.”

Boothill chuckles softly. He doesn’t deny him. Jiaoqiu wants to determine the dimensions and edges of Boothill’s face for himself. His hands come up and the sharp claw fingers of the foxian delicately touch at the cowboy’s neck. 

They feel the fabric of Boothill’s red scarf and feel exactly where the metal of the cyborg meets flesh of the cowboy. They linger on the border in quiet awe before they travel upwards and Boothill catches that hesitation, smiling softly. He rumbles with chuckles suddenly, feeling ticklish beneath his chin. Jiaoqiu's fingers find those lips soon enough and Boothill is bouncing again with muffled laughter. He’s never one to be so giddy. It feels nice. Jiaoqui's hands feel warm, soft, and delicate. Boothill can see on Jiaoqiu’s face that he’s come to the quick conclusion that the outlaw is– 

❝ Are we kissin’ yet or did your fingers tell ya I’m gosh darn handsome ‘cause I coulda told ya that, sweetheart.❞ 

“You know, you have quite the talent for unearthing the beauty of the moment with such boldness and profane–”

Boothill leans down and kisses Jiaoqiu, cutting him off with the longing for those warm lips against his own and hasn’t the patience to wait a second longer. The ranger has thought about them before, but never acted on the feeling. He did not want to ruin what they had or scare Jiaoqiu with this cyborg body. Now that the healer's hands have felt the metal and haven't regret what they discover, then … this farewell doesn’t haven’t to be all that painful. 

It can be warm and sweet. It can be a kiss that blooms and melts from the connection. It lingers and grows, a slow raise in intensity and heat, the cultivation of a mutual yearning. Boothill’s hand cups Jiaoqiu’s cheek and his other hand mistakenly brushes against the foxian’s tail, its existence slipping from the cowboy’s mind, and the touch surprises Jiaoqiu, breaking their kiss. 

❝ Sorry …❞ Boothill says breathlessly. ❝... I’ll remember that for next time.❞

Next time? 

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Ajax looks at Boothill, and then the cat cake curled innocently next to the cowboy, and then back at Boothill. The gears turn in the Emanator's mind, and then - CHOMP! He goes to take a bite out of the cat cake.

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❝ Hey! No chompin' on Ms. Mei's cat cakes! They our friends! ❞ Boothill yanks the emanator by the scruff of his collar.  ❝ I said drop it! The fuck wrong with you?! ❞  >:[ 

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I love the ships of Boothill x Xianzhou native because 99.99% of the time it’s Boothill going: *sighs dreamily* they’re so gorgeous. like boots that’s the curse of immortality.

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· HoYoLAB :: Lunaressa · https://www.hoyolab.com/article/29216430

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and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

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my wuwa players is Scar still in prison? is there any talk legal (and illegal) about playable Scar? pls free my man he did all that shit. how about shorekeeper is she rerunning soon?

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the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness

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last one the hand writes, someone says to him "Is that you're nipples?"

sorry but not sorry

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apologies as these two have absolutely consumed my mind, body, and soul

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no return to bygone days

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boothill.

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