#it wasn't boothills biological daughter

[skj-weebmam]

His lore is so forking sad!

[bladeythechaos]

⁘|| BOOTHILL FLUFF ONESHOT

GIFT 4 MY SWEET ONLINE DAUGHTER Author note: This fluff takes place when Boothill had a human body and his family! (to also clarify in this story, andrew aka Boothill's VA had named Boothill's daughter Clementine!! so for now on I will be calling her Clementine)

BOOTHILL'S POV ''Hey, be careful with papa's hair Clementine!!'' Boothill scolded his daughter as she was attempting to place a messy-made flower crown on his head. ''Sorry papa, I made the flower-crown too loose so I'm trying to place it at a angle so it doesn't fall…I'm sorry'' Clementine pulled away as she looked like she was on the verge of tears. ''No no no, don't cry mi girasol, you did great! Who cares if it's loose? You can always fix it sweetie-pie and besides this is your first time out in the field making flower-crowns so don't be so harsh on yourself, you'll make a couple mistakes and guess what? That's fine because you'll learn from it and you'll get better at it, I know you will'' He pulled his daughter into a tight hug. ''No matter what you make, I'll love it and cherish it because YOU made it for me'' Boothill pulled away from the hug and carefully tucked a loose strand behind Clementine's ear. ''Really? you'll love anything I make…?'' Clementine asked softly. ''Yes yes mi girasol, I will always love anything you make! Hell, If ya make some charms when we get home I'll put it either on my vest or my cowboy hat, how about that?'' Boothill grinned, ruffling his daughter's hair as she let out soft giggles. ''Okay okay, but you better promise you'll always keep it!!'' Clementine reached her pinky finger out, a grin on her face that was almost identical to Boothill's. Oh she was his daughter alright even though she wasn't biologically his. ''Mhm I promise'' Boothill hooked his pinky around clementine's smaller one, a chuckle escaping past his lips. ''Good!! now, will you make me a flower crown too? So we can match?'' Boothill couldn't say no to his beautiful daughter so he nodded and stood up to start collecting flowers. After 17 minutes or so, he finally returns to his daughter with some flowers that he picked out for her. ''Wow papa, those flowers look pretty!'' Clementine smiled, boothill could practically see the sparkles in her eyes as she looked at the flowers he choice. ''Mhmm, I made sure to pick flowers that fit your bright little self'' Boothill plopped himself down on the grass and began working on his flower-crown, it was a bit difficult at first but he managed to get the hang of it and get it done nicely...well- almost nicely as some of the petals were torn but hey, it didn't have to be perfect right? because he could see how happy his daughter looked, watching her excitedly jump up and down for her flower-crown. ''Settle down sweetie-pie, I gotta put this badboy on your head now'' Boothill couldn't help but chuckle at Clementine's excitement as she hurriedly sat down in front of boothill, her body incredibly still for it but he could still hear Clementine's excited giggles. ''Good, just like that!'' Boothill said as he carefully placed the flower-crown on her head, and once he made sure it was a good spot and not in a place where it could fall, he held his daughter by her shoulders and grinned. ''There you go sweetie-pie!! You like your flower-crown?'' ''Yes yes!! I do papa! Now we match!'' She said as she jumped up from the ground excitedly, her hands grabbing the flower-crown gently on her head as the wind gently blew through her hair. ''Yeah...we do...'' Boothill could feel himself sadly smiling at his daughter twirling happily as the wind blew. How did he end up with such an angel as his daughter? What did he do to deserve her? Whatever the reason was, he hoped he will never lose this happiness.

PRESENT DAY

After a long day of running, Boothill finally had some time to visit a field in a world he's been visiting a whole lot when he can. He won't lie it was bit rough looking but their field was similar to his world's so he didn't mind the look to it, after-all it almost felt like home. ''Hey sweetie-pie...I made some new flower-crowns for ya...I hope-... you're looking down on me and seeing these because I worked my ass off making these for you'' Boothill softly said as he placed the flower-crown on a makeshift shrine with a burnt picture of clementine in a completely beat-up frame. ''I love ya...I can't wait to see you soon in the after-life, mi girasol...just wait for papa alright?''

END

Ermm it's not perfect!! i'm not good at writing so excuse the writing but um yea, hope ya like it!!