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jaskierx · 2 years

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top 5 butchie moments :)))

jesus fuck this is like trying to choose my favourite child

like the amount of brain power i spent trying to pick a top 5 and rank them is kind of embarrassing but it's important for me to speak my truth x

1 - ok after much consideration i think my favourite just in terms of how much joy it brought me first time i watched it is at the start of s3e7 where butcher tells hughie i-have-a-praise-kink campbell that he's done a good job and smiles for like the second time in the entire series and hughie's like 😍 and can't fight this feeling by reo speedwagon is playing bc whoever does the music for the boys is secretly a massive butchie shipper (thanks king)

2 - the entirety of the bit in s2e6 where hughie gets injured but specifically hughie pressing his face into butcher's neck when he's in pain. if they hadn't cut that deleted scene of butcher being there when hughie wakes up maybe this could go here but unfortunately some poor choices were made (kripke i'm in your walls btw)

3 - butcher offering hughie his hand in the tunnel in s2e3 like hughie is so miserable and done and ready to die and butcher holds his hand out and you're only human starts playing and he's his second wind and i'm yelling and also crying

4 - hughie being the sole member of the billy butcher defence squad in s3e8. particularly the bit where annie is like 'what an asshole' and hughie's like 🥰he saved me🥰 despite the fact that [checks notes] butcher knocked him unconscious instead of just. talking to him. they're idiots and they're terrible and they need to be with each other so they aren't inflicting their stupidity on anybody else

5 - i was gonna leave this off bc i've mentioned s3e7 already but i can't bc besties have you seen the entire episode. the whole thing is an hour long butchie moment. 'he's family' i'm crying 'i'm begging you to please wake up my friend' i'm screaming 'i'm sorry i'm so fucking sorry' i'm lying on the floor and i've also died

(5.5 - special mention to the ball tickling quote bc it had to be on here somewhere. iconic moment. still trying to work out why anyone would ever say that)

bestie this was a fiendishly difficult ask but thank you for sending it 💕

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jaskierx · 1 year

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for the domestic prompts: how about 11 and Butchie (I'm sure nothing could go wrong if Hughie tries to make Butcher tea)

you're so right. what could possibly go wrong

i spent way too long on this and it got out of hand but never mind

now on ao3!

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'You want me to get you anything? Something to eat?'

Butcher begins to shake his head, wincing as the movement causes pain to flare behind his eyes. 'Nah. Not hungry. Could fucking murder a cuppa, though.'

Hughie tenses. 'A cup of…tea?'

It's been months since he last made tea for Butcher. Usually Butcher is in charge of hot beverages, tea for himself and coffee for Hughie, made each morning in matching mugs.

Hughie hasn't been trusted to make tea since The Incident.

Surely Butcher hasn't forgotten about The Incident.

If he has, the head injury he sustained in the fight must be worse than previously thought.

Butcher stares at him. 'Yeah. That a problem?'

Hughie can hear his blood rushing in his ears.

'No.' he says, failing to even convince himself. 'No, of course, I'll be right back.'

His heart shouldn't be racing this fast. He shouldn't have a dry mouth, or a sickly feeling in his stomach. Making a cup of tea is very easy and objectively less stressful than pretty much everything Hughie does as part of his day job (if you can call general vigilante crime and espionage a 'day job').

But he thought that last time, and look how that ended up.

This has to be different.

With a deep breath, he selects Butcher's favourite mug and gets to work.

–––

Hughie's already left the room by the time Butcher realises what he's done.

Fuck.

Hughie is very good at a great many things. Unfortunately, making a cup of tea that's fit for human consumption is not one of them.

They'd discovered this a long time ago, when they hadn't been together for very long. Hughie had concocted something that Butcher would later describe as an 'abomination unto the lord', a diabolical monstrosity consisting of too much milk and sugar and too little tea and an odd taste of lemon for some reason, microwaved to tepidity and presented to Butcher in earnest. He'd known from the start that it was not a cuppa to be trusted, altogether too pale and lukewarm, but he'd decided to give Hughie the benefit of the doubt. And he'd lived to regret it.

He'd never admit it to Hughie, but it's the only time he's ever seriously considered ending their relationship.

He's made his own tea ever since.

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The cup that Hughie passes him when he walks back into the room is hot to touch, slightly damp from where Hughie's shaking hands have caused a few drops of the tea inside to spill over the edge. That in itself is a promising sign, especially combined with the fact that Butcher can't remember hearing the telltale ping of the microwave.

Additionally, the tea actually looks like tea is supposed to, the rich brown colour worlds away from the pathetic shade of light beige that is burned into his memory from last time. Perhaps it's just an oncoming concussion, but he's actually starting to feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this won't be as bad as he's been expecting.

He braces himself and raises the mug to his lips.

Instantly, it's as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He swallows the sip of tea and breathes a sigh of relief.

It tastes like a completely mediocre cup of tea.

It's a bit too sweet, a little under-brewed, clearly made using a teabag that's seen a few seasons – but it's drinkable, and that's such a relief that Butcher wants to cry.

–––

Hughie's been holding his breath ever since he began walking back from the kitchen, and he's beginning to feel lightheaded. He exhales, breath shuddering, and winces as Butcher takes the first sip from the mug.

'I'm sorry, I did everything you said after last time, I swear, I used the kettle, I put the milk in last, I set a timer on my phone while I was stirring, I didn't let the spoon touch the sides, I'm just cursed, I've got a fucking tea curse, every tea I touch turns to shit–'

'Hughie.' Butcher cuts him off, his voice soft. 'There is nothing wrong with this cup of tea. It tastes fine.'

Realistically, it's the highest praise Butcher could've possibly bestowed. Positive enough that Hughie can rest assured that he hasn't caused a repeat of The Incident. Negative enough that Hughie believes him, instead of becoming more concerned about the head injury.

Fuck first dates and first times and moving in together. Turns out the real important relationship milestone is successfully making a cup of tea for your partner without being accused of attempting to poison them.

The bar is low, but Hughie has narrowly avoided limboing under it, and for that he's allowed to be proud of himself.

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