#boothill is so hot

[trashy-panda09]

Such yandere potential.

Also his thing for cleanliness is that a thing assassins have? Yor’s good at cleaning too 😀

[rindough]

cw. i rllllly recommend listening to 'illusion' by dua lipa, i hope i did boothill justice here!! 🥹🥹

OMG imagine dancing with Boothill in the middle of a mission to hunt down Acheron. The disco ball shines through the dark room, bodies of the dreamscape residents bump against one another to the beat of the music and to be honest, the quest has come to its moment of being at a constant, of being at a... perfect standstill.

"We better make this quick, been waitin' for so fudgin' long it's getting borin' in here!"

He pauses at the hand that has reached out for him, holding him in place to prevent him from taking his gun out. "Oi!"

"Don't 'Oi' me." You groaned, your colleague rolls his eyes at you. "Control yourself."

"You... Then how are we gonna make sum' progress with this task?"

Hm? He thinks, watching as you've pushed yourself off from leaning against the counter, yourself being a step ahead of him causing him to stand straight too.

"Care to have a dance with me?" He blinks, he breath now hitched at the way your question was thrown at him, words that slipped through your plush lips? Eyes luring him in with your request through the strands of your hair?

"Boothill?"

Hell yeah he's in.

Without hesitation he drags you to the middle of the dancefloor, with how fast he's moving, it's no doubt he's skilled or he's done this before... in his bedroom you guess, from the way he mutters a few "Hm. Like this." and some "Okay, okay, okay." It was a teeny bit messy but honestly? You found some cuteness to it.

It took him less than a minute's time to have you be pressed so close to him, body swaying oh so sexily with your face inches apart. The hold of his hand on yours, fingers intertwining as he lifts it up with eyes not leaving yours.

You spin, catching that shark teeth beaming right back at you when your body comes back to face his.

Man, you swear you found the cyborg attractive and at times his actions have caused your heart to do summersaults but... this? What even can beat to this moment right now?

The beat, the smiles exchanged between you, it all leaves him giddy, that eat-shitting grin breaks when his laughter fills your ears. His automatic heart swirling all around just like the way these colorful dots dance across your face. It's intoxicating, really. He wants to lean in, perhaps this is the right time-

No... no, he shouldn't.

Without a word he whips your figure out by the arm in the small dance circle the crowd had given you. One second he's chuckling at the sound of your gasp leaving your lips, the next you're both in a giggling fit when you come right back in his arms. Boothill, no matter how many times he had contemplated this thing he's dealing, will bet an arm, or his whole body that he is NOT (Read: crazily, deeply) into you.

It was baffling really, how the both of you could follow up and be in sync to the invisible rhythm you have in that pulsing minds of you two. Body pressed and swaying to the rhythm, a hand or two on his shoulder, his two metal limps holding firmly to your hips. The view of the background swiftly changes depending who's on who's side of the room now.

The glimmer in his eyes were telling, you both knew this was something... deeper. A new side of each other the two of you are finally discovering after years of working together. And that glimmer in his eyes, though somewhat unfamiliar, was telling you something, and with the slow, yet daring grin playing on your lips, he takes that as a yes.

As the music comes to hit you again with its drop, he subsequently directs your bodies the other way and you hung your head back, eyes closing when his hand stays by the low of your waist, feeling the cold metal of his palm slipping to the back of your knee while you hung low from his dip.

"Atta, baby."

His words, his hold on you, this... it all brings you a sense of security and comfort, as if you're both just regular folks coming to Penacony for a trip together. Bubbles of laughter escapes your lips, especially with the way his strands of hair tickle your torso. He peers down at you across the valley of your chest, grinning at what your mission has come to.

He pulls you up quickly.

Your laughter dies down and you open your eyes, your hair guaranteed a slight mess but that's not of concern right now. Because who you both expect to find is right there staring back at you, amused.

"Great dance, you two."

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[feroluce]

Love how Hoyo is just as much on Boothill's dick as the rest of us. The Wardance crowd really is just the fandom fjkdlsajlksl

[rojiiku]

^-^

[labyrynth]

where are these characters from? wrong answers only.

[fullartmetal]

BOOM!

I'm sorry, sweetie, Boothill kill you...

[mphelpe]

Not me falling in love with character that has fucking gun and i cant fucking draw guns. God damn my life

I straigh up nabbed the gun from the game and traced over-

[thecultofpotatoes]

First of all, why are all the robots/cyborgs in this game are so hot???????????

Second of all, Hoyo are so unfair for releasing Boothill rn bc I was going to wait for Screwllum(i lovee him so muchh aughhh), but now there is hot cowboy, and Robin is rumored to be a super-duper cool suppor and my account is in desperate need of supports and I don't want to spend money 'cause I have none😭😭😭

[asteria-f-x]

Save a horse, ride a whaaaaaat

[cyborgkanojo]

we need more fanart of Boothill from the welcome to penacony fanmade video I am just saying.......

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

Can insta stop putting pretty men im not in the fandom for on my fyp bc i actually cant with boothill wtf is he even from I’m so gay for this dumb fucking cowboy

[nettierr]

Ohh yeah, I love this cowboy😏

[malnari]

[the-void-via]

★*☆♪ Argenti finds himself alone in his room, and immediately gets the feeling that something was wrong, setting off to find his silver cowboy ★*☆♪

Part 2

Part 1 here

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Argenti's eyes slowly opened, laying in bed for a moment before sitting up, stretching his arms above his head. Looking around the room, everything seemed to be exactly the same as when he'd woken up a couple hours earlier.

However, this time, Boothill was gone.

He peeled off the covers and got up, shuffling into the bathroom to do his morning routine, namely his skin care and hair care.

After 15 minutes—a record for him—he walked back into his room, sitting down on his side of the bed and grabbing his phone. Unlocking it, he found no new messages from Boothill.

A strange pit settled into his stomach, his eyebrows furrowing. Something didn’t feel right.

He quickly pressed the button to call him, holding his phone up to his ear and waiting for him.

To his complete shock, he heard Boothill's phone ring from the dresser on the other side of the bed, where he normally sleeps.

Argenti swallowed thickly and crawled over to his phone, ending the call on his end.

Quickly unlocking Boothill's phone, the only new message he found from Caelus. He immediately tapped onto his contact and read through their messages.

Caelus: You sure you wanna do this mission solo?

Caelus: I can still join you if you want

Voice message converted to text

Boothill: nah, I can do it by m'self.

Caelus: Alright, if you say so. Caelus: Have you told Argenti about it yet?

Voice message converted to text

Boothill: he doesn't need t'know. At least not everything right now. It's not that important.

Caelus: as long as you're sure.

Caelus: if you need backup, don't hesitate to call

Voice message converted to text

Boothill: thank ya, kindly, but I'll be alright.

A knot welled up in Argenti's stomach, and he quickly stopped reading, rushing to put his clothes on.

Something was terribly wrong.

He needed to find Boothill now.

After rushing around for about ten minutes, he was finally able to leave his room, with both his and Boothill's phones in his pocket.

Walking out to the main car on the Express, he looked around, and spotted Caelus nearby. He sat with Dan Heng and March, chatting as if nothing was wrong.

Dan Heng noticed him first, raising an eyebrow at the concerned expression on his face as he walked up.

"Caelus," Dan Heng began. "I think you have a visitor."

Caelus looked up at Argenti, and upon seeing the worry on his face, knew what happened. His eyebrows furrowed, letting out a small sigh.

"He's down in Belobog right now; he said he didn't want anybody to go with," Caelus admitted. "But we haven't heard back from him in hours. If you wouldn't mind-"

"I'll go find him right away," Argenti immediately responded. "Thank you, Caelus."

With that, he swiftly turned on his heel and left. He needed to find him, and now.

A million thoughts raced through his head as he landed on Belobog, immediately setting off to find his silver cowboy.

Why would he go off on his own?

What could've possibly been going through his head, going off without his phone?

Is he alright?

Is he hurt?

Is he-

Gunshots.

He heard gunshots nearby.

Hope filled his chest, summoning his spear and running forward, he had to be nearby, he had to-

The first thing he saw were the bodies of voidrangers, scattered around the area, all starting to disappear. Boothill had made good work of them.

He frantically looked around, and spotted one final voidrangers, looking far stronger than it's comrades. It attacked, a flash of silver-

"Boothill!" Argenti cried out, the voidranger stabbing into his silver cowboy's shoulder.

He saw red.

He charged forward as it ripped itself from Boothill's shoulder, stabbing his spear straight into its heart, knocking it off balance.

He and the voidranger flung back a few feet, the voidranger landing on it's back, Argenti's spear lodged deep in it's heart.

He leaned in close to it's face, his expression frightingly calm.

"You." He hissed, his boot slamming onto the shoulder of the arm used to stab Boothill, pressing down hard enough to shatter the bone. He ignored it's pitiful scream of pain, opting to press harder.

"How dare you," He twisted his spear, galaxy-like blood pouring out if it's chest. He once again ignored it's cries and screams of pain, his grip on his spear tightening. "Attack my beloved like that."

He twisted his spear again, "Let this be a lesson to you pathetic creatures. Never will you attack him, again."

He withdrew his spear sharply, giving it one last look before turning around, simply letting it bleed to death.

He wouldn't make it's death easy. That would be too kind.

He put his spear away, quickly running over to where Boothill had laid, his beloved cowboy's eyes wide as he witnessed the whole ordeal.

"Boothill, darling," Argenti gasped, kneeling down to him, looking over his wound. "By Idrilla, are you alright? Were you hit anywhere else? Were-"

He stopped upon seeing Boothill's bewildered expression, looking between him, and the dying voidranger, choking on its own blood.

"Darling?" He whispered, gently cupping his face to have him look at him. "Look at me, please. Are you alright?"

Boothill blinked, trying to focus back on the red-head in front of him, the warmth of his gloved hand on his cheek dragging him away from the voidranger.

"I..." He mumbled, swallowing thickly. "Yeah, I'm...I'm alright. 'G-'Genti, what are ya even doin' 'ere...?"

Argenti chuckled softly, "What else would I be here for, darling? You," He leaned in, gently placing a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his cheekbones with his thumb. "I needed to find you. You were gone, and I..."

"'Genti," Boothill interrupted, giving him an apologetic, yet urgent, look. "We should keep talkin' 'bout this later, probly need to get me back to the Express," He tried to move his injured arm, only to wince, and put it down. "Need ta' get this fixed."

Argenti quickly nodded, "Ah, yes, apologies, darling. Here," He swiftly picked Boothill up, seemingly without any effort at all. "I'll carry you back. We'll get you fixed up in no time."

Boothill nodded, his face flushed slightly as Argenti picked him up. They walked back to the drop point for the Express in silence, a pit setting into Boothill's stomach.

'What’s he even gonna say 'ta me 'bout all this...?'

[suashii]

* gasp! * my boyfriends together in the same frame ?! twirling my hair and kicking my feet, look at those pretty boys :3

[scriptospark]

Every time Boothill says "quit yappin"

"After you, darling."