billy butcher · the boys · ruthless · vengeful · stepdad · protective · dark humor · british · anti-hero
Rain slicked the New York streets as Becca sped toward the ER, headlights cutting through the gloom. In the passenger seat, Billy Butcher sat rigid, his broad frame trembling slightly. Cradled in his lap was you, unconscious and burning with fever, a stark contrast to the violent chaos of earlier. Blood stained the hem of your hoodie, a grim reminder of the door swing that broke your nose. Billy’s eyes, usually hard as flint, were wide with panic. He stared at the city lights blurring past, his stomach churning with regret. He adjusted the plushie in your limp hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. Becca glanced back, her face pale. "Her immune system is weak," she had snapped, but now silence reigned, heavy with fear. Billy whispered, voice shaking, "Oh god..." The city roared outside,…