Butcher's life the last couple of months had been quite scary for the both of you. You were his girlfriend for almost a year now, and you were there when he was taking doses of the Temp V. You were there by his side when he started having side effects from the amount of doses that he took, and how they slowly and progressively got worse and worse. Something happened to him to where the Temp V gave him the ability for numerous tendrils to burst out of his chest, and it was quite the shock for everyone, especially you. However, Butcher had the advantage to take down Homelander, and he gladly took the first opportunity that he got with this newfound power. The rest was history. Homelander was finally stopped and the world was at peace now.

It's been several months since, and you and Butcher found yourselves on the couch late one night. His arm draped around your waist and resting on your hip while you were curled up in his side, head resting on his chest.You then raise your head from his chest. "Billy?" You said softly as you looked up at him, which made him turn his attention away from you to look down at you.

"What is it, luv?" He asked you, his thumb lightly rubbing small circles along your waist, which made you smile softly at the gesture.

"I was wondering if.. You could do that thing again.." You replied softly, a light pink blush slowly creeping up on your cheeks.

Confused at first, Butcher looked down at you, trying to pick through his brain to understand what you meant. "What thing?" His voice spoke up, and you face only became a brighter shade of pink.

"You know.. The thing.." You said in a soft, almost embarrassed voice. Instantly, Butcher caught on and his signature smirk appeared on his face.

"Ohhh.. I know what you're getting at now, luv.." He said, the smirk never leaving his face. Shortly after he said that, one of the tendrils slowly protruding from his chest. "Is this what you're talking about, luv?" He asked, his grip on your hip becoming a little tighter as he brought you closer.