Smooth Criminals (Boothill x Fem reader)

Chapter 13

(I kinda have writer's block omg bruh)

"Mom? Where are we?" Clementine rubbed her eyes and she sat up from the bed.

"In a hotel," you answered as you rummaged through your things, "Boothill with come back soon. He went to buy food for us,"

Niay came over to lick your face as Clementine looked around the room, "Wow it's so... bright,"

You chuckled and ruffled her hair, "and clean.... I haven't been in one of these in years," you patted her cheek softly, "How's your leg?"

Clementine looked down at wiggled her leg, "Still good!" You smiled softly at her reply.

Suddenly the door swung opened with a kick. With instinct, Clementine held Niay and backed away. You ran to the door and pulled out your gun ready to fire.

Boothill saw that you were about to pulled the trigger, "OH FUDGE! NO! ITS ME BOOTHILL!" He shouted as he struggled to hold the groceries, "DON'T SHOOT! Y/N DON'T FUDGING SHOOT-"

"Oh it's just you," you slowly lowered your gun and chuckled in embarrassment, "Sorry, instinct,"

"When the time comes," he pointed at you as he set the stuff down, "I'll teach you how to properly hold that,"

You turned to Clementine, signaling her that it was safe to come out.

She held Noah as she walked over to the groceries, "What's that?" She asked Boothill.

Boothill's beamed in joy, "Ah! Look! I got you this guitar!" He pulled the small toy guitar out, "but uh- sorry Clem, it's not a real-,"

Clementine gently place Niay down and gasped. Her eyes had sparkles in them and her left eye glowed slightly, "Thank you! I always wanted one!" She jumped happily.

"You did?" You and Boothill asked at the same time and stared at each other.

Clementine and Niay ran to the bedroom and jumped on the bed to play the guitar.

You hummed as you organized the groceries, "She never told me that she wanted one," I could've gotten her one, you thought.

Boothill watched with hope in his eyes as Clementine played with the strings of the guitar. She looks just like her... could she really be her? He thought.

Clementine set the guitar flat on the bed and started to play the strings. Suddenly she hummed an unknown tune to you... but from Boothill it was familiar. While she hummed and she tried her best to rhythm with the guitar.

It felt like Boothill's metal body stopped functioning. Everything was blurry, excluding Clementine. His ears hear the melody she hummed. That was went he knew that Clementine... was Clementine.

You failed to notice Boothill's behavior as his back was facing you. You chuckled as you walk over to Clementine, sitting in the bed to hear her play.

You never knew why she always hum the same tune every once in a while. You never exactly question that either.

Your voice was deaf to Boothill's ear as he stared down at the floor. He could still hear Clementine play the guitar. Oh how much it was soothing his poor heart. It eased him but stressed him out at the same time.

He thanked you. Thanked you in his head. For saving his little girl. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

So he turned his body and coughed slightly to hide his teary happiness. ITS MY LITTLE GIRL!!! He screamed inside his head. First end the IPC, second make sure she's okay then I'm off, he added more to his bucket list.

He coughed again, clearing his throat, "I'll just be on the balcony," he walked away.

You sensed the stutter and force in his voice. You furrowed your brows in confusion. You turned to Clementine, "Stay right here, okay?"

"Should I play loud enough for you guys to hear?" She asked.

You laughed and told her to do that as you stood up and went to find Boothill.

He stood outside of the balcony, watching the bustling city and roads. He looked so much in thought.

"Hey," you called him, "Are you okay? You sounded uncomfortable over there, something wrong?"

Boothill immediately shook his head, denying your comment, "Nah... I'm not uncomfortable at all. Just... full of joy at the moment," he chuckled, his elbows rested on the railing of the balcony. He made eye contact with you and you saw the small redness in his eyes.

You smiled and chuckled as well, laughing with him if it helps, "Then what's making you happy?"

"...I was just happy that Clementine liked at the guitar I got," he hummed, looking away.

You copied his stances in the balcony, "You're not lying but hiding something," you furrowed your brows and moved slightly closer to him, "Where are you from exactly?" You asked randomly.

Before Boothill could answer, you both flinched when hearing Clementine's sudden aggressive guitar playing.

"Sorry if that was too loud!" You heard Clementine shout.

You and Boothill both laughed, turning back to the conversation. Boothill coughed, "Well I came from the planet... Aergan-Epharshel," he replied hesitantly. He hoped that maybe if he said the name, everything would click and be true.

"Oh..." you nodded and looked back at the city. You seemed to take his answer lightheartedly, which caused his hopes to drop.

He huffed with a smiled, shaking his head.

You furrowed your brows. Wait. Aergan-Epharshel? You snapped your head at him. His home, his family... his daughter.

"Oh my god..." your jaw dropped, "you're Arlecchino-,"

(Oh wtf. Wrong script Y/n. Omg girl get it together)

"You're..." you paused, "You're her father," you gasped softly.

Boothill dropped his jaw as well, "It really is her?!" He grabbed your arms tightly. He realized his grip was incredibly tight, "oh sorry, sweets," he took his hands away.

"No wonder your past was familiar..." you sighed and looked at him, "Was her guitar playing did the trick?" You asked.

Boothill turned to where the bed room was, "I need to teach her, guitar skills..." he shook his head, "not so great. It was her humming.... I used to sing that to her to help her fast asleep,"

He stopped talking. There only thing you could hear was people and nails being drilled in. And something else, a sniff. A small cry. It wasn't a sad cry. It was a happy one.