BOOTHILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ŹÉ You're my, my, my, my kind of woman ŹÉ
Pairings: Boothill x Reader
Summary: Being a baker and having a Galaxy Ranger as your lover is no easy work. Your lover waltzes into your bakery, scaring the customers who have already deemed him as a gang member or a dangerous man. Lan forbid a man wants to visit his sweet lover at work.
Tags: Fluff, established relationship, baker!Reader, they're cutie patooties
A/N: Nonnie i agree w wtv u said, ur words have moved me, so have this š hope you enjoy!
The bell over the bakery door jingles softly, the scent of fresh bread and sugar filling the air. Youāre behind the counter, humming a gentle tune as you frost a tray of cupcakes, sunlight streaming through the window and catching the flour dust in the air.
Then, like a shadow cutting through all that warmth, Boothill steps inside. Hat low, spurs jingling, revolvers gleaming at his hips, his long coat sweeping behind himāhe looks every inch the outlaw people whisper about.
The few customers in line stiffen. A woman quickly gathers her child closer. Someone whispers, āIs that him?ā
Boothill doesnāt seem to notice. Or maybe he does and just doesnāt care. His eyes find you instantly, that sharp glint softening into something downright sweet.
āHowdy, sugar,ā he drawls, voice smooth as honey but carrying that lazy, dangerous edge that makes strangersā hairs stand on end. He tips his hat and strides over, boots heavy on the floorboards.
You light up. āBooth!ā
The room goes still at how brightly you smile at him. He leans over the counter, hands braced on either side of you, looming like some gunslinging stormāand then he presses the gentlest kiss to your cheek, careful not to smudge the flour dusting your face.
āBrought ya somethinā,ā he murmurs, pulling a small bouquet of wildflowers from inside his coat.
You blink at him, soft laughter bubbling out. āYouāre a menace, showing up like this and making all my customers nervous, butā¦ā You take the flowers and press them to your chest. āThank you. Theyāre beautiful.ā
Behind him, someone coughs awkwardly. Boothill finally glances over his shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly at the gawking crowd. āWhat? Aināt never seen a man bring his wife flowers before?ā
Half the customers scatter like startled pigeons.
"Booth!ā you scold, swatting at his arm, but heās grinning now, sharp teeth flashing.
āCanāt help it, darlinā. Folks see a coupleāa pistols anā suddenly think Iām here to rob ya.ā He shrugs off his coat, revealing a surprisingly clean shirt beneath, and rolls up his sleeves. āTruth is, Iām just here for oneāa them sweet rolls you make.ā
You sigh, amused, and gesture toward the display. āYou couldāve just asked like a normal person.ā
āNah,ā he says, snagging a pastry with a wink. āAināt no fun in that.ā
You shake your head, but warmth curls in your chest as he leans against the counter, utterly relaxed now that heās near you. The two of you settle into easy conversation, Boothill teasing you about the flour on your apron, you scolding him for tracking dust into your spotless shop.
From the outside, heās all sharp edges and dangerāa gunslinger with a reputation that makes strangers scatter. But here, with you, heās soft. He eats pastries with powdered sugar on his lips, tucks wildflowers into your hair, and hums low and content as he watches you work.
A new customer peeks in nervously, then freezes at the sight of him. Boothill flashes them a wolfish grin, and they immediately mumble something about ācoming back later.ā
You throw him a flat look. āYouāre scaring away my business, Booth.ā
He chuckles, snagging your wrist to pull you close enough for a quick kiss. āAināt my fault they aināt used to seeinā an angel like you married to a devil like me.ā
You huff a laugh despite yourself, leaning against his chest for just a moment, feeling the steady thrum of machinery and heartbeat beneath. āYouāre ridiculous.ā
āYeah,ā he says softly, brushing flour from your cheek. āRidiculous ābout you, sugar.ā
And with that, the bakery feels warm again, safe and softāeven with the most feared gunslinger in town stealing all your cinnamon rolls.
