Criminal Run - Boothill x Female Reader (Honkai Star Rail)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2 - 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊

"Did he do anything to you?" Aventurine asked you, pacing around the room.

"He pointed a gun at my head." Your voice trembled. "I was scared for my life." Even after Boothill left, your heart was pounding. You were scared. What's even worse is that he could be out there, just waiting to shoot his target.

Aventurine sighed and pulled out his phone. His brows were furrowed as his fingers danced across the screen. Clearly, he and Boothill had some bad blood. "Just how did he get into your room... You locked your door, right?"

"Actually, it's a long story..." You explained to your friend about your bruised shin, the monsters, and Boothill.

"When you go to Dream's Edge, take me or Topaz with you. He's right about one thing, it's not safe there."

"Sure, I got it." Although you were a couple years older than your friend, that didn't make you a better fighter than he was. "Where's Topaz?"

"I shot her a text, she'll be here soon."

A couple minutes later, Topaz arrived. She was still wearing her scarlet minidress, and a cherry red intricate mask from Penacony's masquerade party. On the dance floor, you had caught her blushing when she danced with Aventurine.

"Hey, Topaz." You explained to her about Boothill.

She crossed her arms and shook her head. "That cowboy... he's always stirring up trouble with the IPC. He's probably around your age. I wouldn't be near him if I were you." Her little trotter Numby, seemingly agreed.

Aww. He was such a gentleman... at first. Part of you adamantly refused to believe that he was menacing and dangerous. But you know... he did hold a gun to your head.

"Okay. Are you guys tired? You're welcome to stay over."

Topaz grinned from ear to ear. "I call dibs on the guest room!"

"Well, I guess I'll sleep on the sofa. Did you guys enjoy the party?" Aventurine asked.

Topaz grinned, "Yep. I took a couple slices of cake for free! They're in my hotel room if you want some."

"I'm glad you had fun. Goodnight, guys." You turned to your bedroom, and closed the door. You changed into your pajamas and headed into bed. Memories of Boothill swarmed your mind until your eyes felt heavy...

A a handful of monsters strode through the sandy wastelands. The blinding sun gradually began to lower itself, painting the land with a golden hue.

In the midst of this spectacular view, a cyborg cowboy was firing bullets, hitting every single bulls-eye. His aim was impressively admirable, and with each gunshot electric sparks charged through, killing the enemy off.

As he breezed through the very last monster, an overgrown monster had appeared, towering over the man.

He glanced at the flyer in his hands, supposedly distracted. But just as his opponent could sweep him off his foot, he flipped his weapon out and next thing you know, gunshots rung out, and the enemy took its last breath.

Suddenly, he turned to you and grinned. "Wasn't expectin' me, huh? Well, that's how ya fight, amateur."

He dipped his hat once again, and flashed you a charming smile, revealing those spiky teeth. Oh my God, was he flirting with you? On top of that, he looked so mesmerizing underneath the golden sun. He looked so handsome, you couldn't resist gazing at him.

"Boothill..."

He took a step closer, relenting to that soft, feminine voice of yours. "Yeah?"

"What's going on? I feel butterflies spawning in my stomach whenever your presence is around."

"I'll tell ya what's goin' on," he stared at your lips and leaned in closer. "You want me. Heck, more than a bounty."

"Then what's the cure, if the cause is you?"

He lifted your chin up and angled it to his, the touch sending shivers down your spine. "You should know by now." He closed his eyes and leaned in further.

Suddenly, burst of shock ran through your body, and you jolted awake. Were you just dreaming about that cowboy?!

Your eyes darted to your alarm clock, thankfully it was five a.m. in the morning before you had to get up for work. You clutched your blanket to your heart, knowing who it was beating rapidly for. But why was that happening?

He hated you after you revealed your job. Well, guess what: you weren't going to change your occupation for him. IPC was your job, no matter what. They had revitalized your world, and the least you could do was work for them.

And why did he despise the IPC? It made sense for why he was wanted. I should've turned him in when I saw him... but now it was too late. I'd probably never see him again.

A surge of sadness washed over you. You shouldn't be sad. He was a wanted gunman. But all those feelings in the nearly-kissing dream... wasn't exactly untrue.

You did fall in love with the criminal, didn't you?