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`~"Running Up That Hill"

Boothill x male!reader

Notes - Oh yes, after all, I started writing. I apologize that I’m only starting to get into work now. There are big problems in my family right now, and today I was listening to music. And then I came across Kate Bush with her song “Running Up That Hill.” It came flooding in a wave came over me, and thanks to her, I decided to write this fic. It is dedicated to Boothill , because his story makes me cry to this day😭

TW -

HUGE spoilers for Boothill's story, angst, Boothill's daughter is referred to as "Bella" , the reader knew Boothill even before the destruction of his home, the reader survived that tragedy, but lost his legs, mention of bombs and other explosives, mutual hatred of Boothill and the reader for the IPC,The fic was written with the help of a translator (I would be grateful for pointing out errors)

The sun was shining gently through the windows, filling everything with a gentle glow. The grass outside was covered with a light dew after the night, but the sun's rays made it dry and clean. The trees were quietly moving from the wind, but it was pleasant. Every morning on Argan-Apache was beautiful and calm. Although not much time had passed since your awakening, you could already hear other people walking outside the window, talking about their plans, and about what they could cook for breakfast.

Deciding not to waste time either, you also got up - making your bed and putting on your usual clothes and hat, you thought about what you should do today. The first thing you thought about was breakfast after a long night. Following to the kitchen, you prepared a fresh salad and stewed meat ragout. After the meal, the man hurriedly washed the dishes and wiped them, hurrying to visit his childhood friend - the cowboy Boothill. Many things connected these two, starting with jokes and gatherings in the bar, and ending with horse riding and shootouts with bandits.Besides, Boothill recently had a sweet daughter - she was small, but already tried to play the guitar. And her blue eyes, so piercing, as if the angels themselves were looking through them. Because of them, she was given the name Bella, in honor of her sweetness and beauty.

After getting ready and leaving the house, I headed to my friend's house. As I walked, I met many people I knew - nice old people I knew when I was a kid, kids who still have their whole lives to live, and regular people my age who I often sit with at the bar or work with. It wasn't long before I arrived at Boothill's door - as I entered the building, I was greeted by a picture - Bella was sleeping quietly on her bed, and Boothill was quietly carving something. Looking closer, I realized he was making a small version of his guitar for Bella.Quietly approaching so as not to ruin such an idyll, I lightly patted the white-haired man on the shoulder. He immediately reacted by turning his head towards me with a sharp look, but seeing who was in front of him, he immediately softened.

-"Hello Name" - He said quietly so as not to wake his daughter

- "Bella is sleeping. You should be quieter, I don't want her to wake up." He said this looking away at his beloved daughter. After Bella appeared in his life, he became much softer and kinder. Not at all that impudent and rude cowboy. Rather, a kind and gentle father. At least while Bella is not next to him.

-I nodded quietly with an understanding smile and sat down next to him

-"I decided to visit you and your daughter. How are you? What are you doing today?" I said in a whisper, taking off my hat.

- "Everything is great. I decided to make her a small gift - she shows such interest in my guitar, it's incredible! However, it is too big for her. So I decided to make her the same guitar, but smaller, so that it would be easier for her to learn to play it," Boothill said with a gentle smile on his face, continuing to plane the wood.

After a minute of comfortable silence, I quietly said,

-"You're a good father, Boothill. I'm proud of you." These words were followed by an approving nudge and a quiet laugh from the man next to me.

...

And it would seem. Life was so wonderful. You live in a place where everyone knows and loves you, you wake up with joy, you work, ride horses with your comrades, spend time with your family. Everything was perfect. Exactly until the day when the IPC dropped their missiles and bombs on our hunger. I saw wounded people crawling, I saw children dying, I saw everyone trying to run or defend themselves. And I couldn’t help them. I was lying there, somewhere on the ground, feeling nothing but pain and hatred. I looked at the blood-red sky, and it was looking at me too. I heard the screams of innocent people, and they heard my screams too. My legs… I think it’s impossible to save them. I didn’t feel them, but I saw with my own eyes what happened to them. To be honest, I already… didn't feel anything at all. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Then another explosion, people scream even louder, and I scream with them too, my ears are blocked, I can’t understand why - from explosion, or from my screams.A tear quietly rolled down my cheek when I saw a tiny piece of Bella's dress in the ruins of the house. Bella's bloody dress. I didn't want to believe it, but the facts were there - she was betrayed by her own home walls, forcing her to die there quietly. I cried because of my helplessness. If only my legs weren't there.

I don't know how much time passed. But then, among the mass of screams, one single scream stood out - the scream of Boothill, who had returned from a trip. With my last strength, I turned my head in his direction, looking at him - he was standing on a hill, his figure standing out well against the bloody sky.

- "Oh Boothill, if only I could.. I would take all your pain on myself. I'm already dead anyway. If only I could." This was my last thought before I lost consciousness.

...

I don't remember who saved me, I don't think it could have been Boothill. But that's not the point. They saved us both, and they were able to make me new legs - iron, rough… But still better than nothing. But Boothill… Boothill… He suffered much more than I could have expected. Probably when I was unconscious, he tried to save at least someone, but in the end he lost his entire body. Only his head remained.

We were sitting in the lab. More precisely, I was sitting next to the bed where Boothill was lying. Or what was left of him. I was ashamed to sit in front of him, although he did not condemn me. I was ashamed that I could not help anyone, but only lay and watched as everything collapsed. It is not necessary to guess to understand that our home was destroyed. As we later learned, this was done by IPC, with the goal of making our planet a resource for advancement.All those people who were so dear to us were mercilessly killed. Even… little Bella… Only memories remained of her. Both Boothill and I sat quietly, and only out of the corner of my eye did I notice that tears were quietly flowing from his eyes. I understood him. I understood his pain… Oh, if only I could take it away from him…

I briefly broke the silence with a few words,

-"I'm so sorry."

Boothill turned his head and looked at me with his wet eyes. I was ashamed to look him in the eyes. Tears involuntarily flowed from my eyes too.

- "What are you apologizing for?" - Boothill said this without taking his eyes off me. Despite the fact that he was crying, his voice was still as steadfast and firm. As always.

-…If only I could then..could help at least someone..Help Bella..At least someone would be alive. If only I could run up that hill where you were..If only I helped..You wouldn't have such a body.Everything could have been better. - Unlike Boothill's steadfast voice, mine had weakened and I was quietly sobbing between words.

There was silence in the room. Both sat and cried quietly. The silence was broken by the white-haired man.

-"You don't have to apologize. You did everything you could. I don't blame you for anything. It wasn't you who destroyed everything, but the IPC. Blame them, not yourself." - his steely, cold palm touched my warm, but to my feelings dead hand.

He… says it right. If it weren't for IPC, we could all continue our quiet and peaceful life. We could be the same. We would be happy. They destroyed everything. In place of my guilt, a burning hatred came into my heart. Hatred for the man who took everything from us. Hatred for everything IPC. I think after such events, everything changed for Boothill too.

-"We will take revenge on them," I said, wiping away my tears, directing them into Boothill's eyes. - "We will take revenge on them for everything - for our families, for our lives, for Bella, for our home," and the last drop fell with a quiet noise, leaving the room in silence again.

-"We will take revenge on them. We will take revenge on them for everything. You are right" - After a couple of minutes of silence, Boothill answered. From now on, we are not only childhood friends. Now we are each other's most loyal partners. We are now driven by only one goal - to find the person responsible for this tragedy, and destroy him, destroy him like he did to our home.

This was our silent oath. An oath of hatred and pain that we share together. From now on, the world will know about the steel cowboy with accurate bullets Boothill, and about *Name", a legless cowboy who searches for information from all corners of the world.

If I could, I would destroy everything that brought you pain

Yuppie, I wrote this! I hope you like it. Thank you very much for reading, see you soon friends!

#boothill x male reader #hsr x male reader #hsr #male reader #angst

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