Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Billy Butcher- Fist (a)

The Boys One Shot

Billy ducked under your swing, wrapped his arm around yours and dragged you by the shoulder down to the matted ground. His knee rested firmly on your back and with one hand he held both of your wrists together with ease. Billy was a very firm mentor, you knew it was for the best however, the jobs he were training you for would not be filled with people trying to make your life a great joy. You understood why he had to be so strict and so harsh with his combat training but there were more enjoyable things you could think of doing.

"Remember what I said about being too predictable with your punches? About how I could see everything you were fucking doing before you even started doing it?" He released the pressure on from his kneecap just enough for you to squeeze out a short 'yes'. "You see, if this was out in the real world and I was some jacked up supe on some compound V fuelled power trip extrava-fucking-ganza, I would have already dug my hands straight through your spine and I would l have happily ripped out your heart like I was bobbing for apples. Got it?" He picked you up from the floor with the back of your shirt and pushed you back over to the far side of the mat. "Your movements need to be precise, intentional. The next time I see a swing like that I'm going to punch you in the fucking nose." Billy smiled happily and joyfully, but you knew he meant everything he said. You already had more than enough bruises, cuts and nosebleeds from him and he was not scared, if anything a bit too eager, to inflict more pain in the name of progress.

"Same again?" You asked reluctantly as Billy crept towards you with his fists loosely clenched and his eyes focused in on you.

"You got it." With a quick snap of your elbow you shot your left fist forward, Billy narrowly dodged the blow but quickly met with your right hand, the arc aligned almost too perfectly with his bearded jaw and knocked him back a few steps. "There we go! Finally, looks like someone's getting the hang of this fighting thing." He wiped away the small trickle of blood that seeped from a miniscule cut that your fist had created. "Next time, lead into it a bit more. A connection like that and I would want to be passed out on the floor dreaming of floating rubber duckies. Solid effort though, come on, let's go again."

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Written by Aaron.