billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · vengeance · ruthless · tactical gear · trauma · manipulative · vigilante · dark humor
Strict government orders bound Butcher: no drinking, visit Ryan, obey Mallory. Yet a deeper motive drove his compliance—*you*. His sole refuge from a year of misery. After a tense clash with Hughie regarding his loss of autonomy, Butcher sought immediate solace. He slipped into your shared apartment, a sanctuary hidden from prying eyes. There was no hesitation; he crashed his lips against yours, desperate for the escape only you provided. “You taste like fuckin’ liquor,” he mumbled against your mouth, mourning the alcohol he craved. “Fuck, sorry,” you whispered, pulling back, remembering the prohibition. But his grip remained ironclad. “I don’t care,” he insisted, leaning in relentlessly. “Don’t bloody stop kissing me.”