Smooth Criminals (Boothill x Fem reader)

Chapter 1

(Let's try second person for this fanfic. I'm practicing. Also Clementine with be Boothill's daughter's name because the VA of Boothill had given her it)

The cyborg, Boothill looked at the broad, seeing various bounties to choose from. His target eyes scanned them one by one, finding the wanted criminals less interesting to the next.

He pouts and sighs, "these fudge-head ain't looking fun to play with," he complained, placing his hands on his hips.

"That's because you always go for the ones that involve the IPC," someone said as they passed why, wobbling while carrying a box of something.

He was about to turn and leave before the bar owner placed another wanted poster, "new one?" He asked the bar owner.

The old man shook his head, "This one has been around for a while now. Smuggling and stealing for who knows how long. They just decided to put her up now cause reinforcements can't get to her,"

This one made Boothill cock a crow and smirk, "Well," his scruffy voice came in as he chuckled, "I haven't seen a darling like yourself in a while," he stares at the poster contained the words 'Y/n L/n wanted for theft, first-degree murder, and burglary' (damn what did you do?)

You have (turn off your phone, stare at it and there you go) your photo was quite blurry, but with Boothill's keen eye, surely you dressed like an angel as a devil.

He took the poster, seemingly finding his next mission to be exciting.

He smirked, his sharp teeth visible, "Too bad such a sight for sore eyes has to get busted in the head,"

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"Ready to land," the AI said as you focus on landing on a new planet. You furrowed your brows.

Suddenly a button was pressed and the ship shifted to the side. You groaned and readjusted the ship's position before turning to your daughter, "What did I tell you, Clem?"

She puckered her lips, "Sorry," she was then reached forward again to pulled a lever.

"Don't touch that,"

"Sorry mom,"

You parked the ship before unbuckling your seatbelt. You turned to Clementine, "Make sure to stay in-,"

"In the ship, I know, I know," she sighed in disappointment, pulling back her bangs down to cover half of her face. (SHE IS NOT EMO OKAY)

You sighed and grabbed her chin, slowly moving away her bangs out of her face, her burn marks visible, "You know I want you safe, right?" You pulled out a hair pin your pocket, clipping her bangs up, "and keep your bangs away your face. You can't see,"

Clementine pulled up her phone and started playing games, "Watch the ship for me okay?" You said as you walked out of the control room.

"Okay," she nodded.

You walked out of the ship, holding a backpack containing illegal crystal minerals.

Two guards stood at an underground entrance, "Password?" One said.

"Password," you said, with the most nonchalant face ever. They moved out of the way to let you in.

You walked down the stairs, cautious of the bag with you. You heard people chatting you made your way to the underground city. People here smuggle, steal, assassinate and- oh you know.

You looked around if anyone was following you, before you walked inside a alleyway.

An entrance with a huge cloth as a doorway, you moved the cloth out of the way. Ducking down as the arch of the door was a little too short for you.

"Ah Y/n! Came for what I needed?" The old woman asked, smirking, whose voice sounded like she smoked ten pounds of cocaine per day.

You nodded and pulled out the bag, unzipping it. You unloaded it, the crystal falling onto the table. They clink and shine against each other.

The old woman picks on up and examines it throughly, she hums and smiles at you, "Good quality as always, Y/n," she chuckled, "I can always count on you,"

You hum in reply, impatiently tapping your finger as you crossed your arms. You raised a crow, "I'm quite in a hurry, Kema,"

Kemu clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes as her stubby legs went to go find her stash of credits, "So how's my sunshine been?" She was referring to your daughter as she placed stacks on stacks of cash.

"I don't know really," you sigh as you counted the cash that was handed out, "I want her to understand that I can't have her out in places like this,"

"But keeping her coop up won't make her independent when she's older,"

"I know, I know," you placed the bag behind your back, "I really don't know how to take care of a kid especially with the work I do,"

"Y/n," Kema called for you, "you are doing this for a good cause, just because you're a criminal doesn't mean you're one with a bad character and she knows that,"

You groan, "I know she does but, you know..." you scratch your neck, "I wish I could take her to a better place with better people with her,"

"And you are the better people. IPC doesn't care about those who are left behind. And you saved her," Kema pats your hand, "Anyways get out of my shop,"

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You opened the bottom of ship to go inside. Sighing as you placed the cash in a box for keepsake, "Clem? You there?" you called for your daughter as you closed the ship.

"Yes," she called, still in the same chair as when you lasted saw her.

You walked to the control room, seeing that she took the hairpin off. You sighed at that but didn't say anything. You placed the coordinates to your next stop, "Hezrea is known to be a pink and blue planet," you mentioned, trying to lighten the mood.

Clementine raises a brow, moving her attention away from her phone, "Really?" She smiled softly.

"Yeah," you nodded, "You can... come along if you want. It's a lot safer so-,"

"Okay!"

"Okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded, her eyes twinkled in excitement. She was trying to hide it.

"Okay," you nodded back, smiling and adjusted for lift off.

"So it's like cotton candy,"

"I think so?"