Okay I’m finally writing one of those Butchlander fics that have been on the back burner on my mind
So I wrote this little bit earlier, it’s kinda shit, I realize but yk. We are here for shits and giggles.
Cindy crossed her legs, “What do you like to do in your free time?”
”Hm…I like to play games.”
”What kind of games?”
”I like Tournament of Heroes!” Cindy’s happy face made Ryan continue, “I also like UNO, but I have to make sure not to use my powers, to be fair. And I’m good at Connect 4, I used to play that with Butcher a lot, but I haven’t in a while.” Ryan continued to rack his brain for games he liked. He glanced over at Cindy who had been quiet for a little too long.
Cindy’s brows were furrowed in a way that made Ryan pause. Did he say something wrong? He quickly thought back through what he had said and it dawned on him right as Cindy opened her mouth again.
”I’m sorry? Butcher, you said? Who’s Butcher?” She leaned forward in interest.
Oh no. He was not supposed to say that. Ryan felt a shiver of panic run through him as he tried to think of a way to explain.
At Ryan’s silence, Cindy continued, “Is a friend? Is Butcher a nickname?”
Ryan still didn’t know what to say. No no no. I messed up again. I messed it all up again.
”He’s- um… he…” Ryan thought about what to call Butcher in his mind. Ever since what happened, he's been trying to not think about Butcher at all. But—he did miss him. As much as he didn’t want to. He missed Aunt Grace too.
“Is he one of your dad’s friends?” Cindy reminded Ryan of a dog that had a treat in front of its nose. Maybe she actually would bite him.
Ryan tried to think desperately. Butcher was definitely not his dad’s friend, like Cindy had suggested. He remembered how his dad ranted about Butcher sometimes. Saying stuff like he was a terrible person for taking Ryan away and bringing his grampa into ‘their deal’ wasn’t fair. Ryan wasn’t completely sure what ‘their deal’ was but he knew it meant Butcher and Homelander weren't friends. Maybe Butcher was like an uncle to him? Like Aunt Grace? But the title ‘Uncle Butcher’ didn’t feel right. Butcher taught him things. Butcher took care of him. Aunt Grace did that stuff too, but it was kind of like how Ashley did it all the time. Butcher was more like Homelander, with Ryan only seeing him sometimes.
And that’s when it clicked.
Cindy had opened her mouth to speak again but Ryan beat her to it, "He's like my dad.”
Cindy froze. The whole room froze. Everything went silent, save for the faint buzzing of lights and beeping of computers.
“But- uh…like my other dad.” Ryan further explained to get his point across. “Butcher is my other dad. I don’t see him that much anymore, though.”
Cindy’s mouth fell open and made a perfect ‘O’. Ryan glanced at the other people in the room, behind the camera, and they were all making similar faces.
One of my biggest fears is one of my favorite fic writers getting freaked out and blocking me because I physically can’t stop myself from commenting on every. single. chapter they put out.
Like no please don’t block me. I know I commented on that chapter five minutes after you posted it. And I know I keep liking every tumbler post you make about said fic. And I know this isn’t entirely healthy but. It’s really your fault for building that slow burn in the perfect time frame.
Is this too niche? Maybe I’m grasping at straws here but I couldn’t stop seeing the parallels and now I want a lotf x the boys fic where Hugie is Piggy.
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