He snaps his fingers in front of your face and forces you to focus on him, not the chaos going on right now. You hate how he makes you feel. Small. Worthless. Dehumanized. One single mistake and you lost your life, job, and freedom.
How could you ever … never mind. That’s a story to tell on another day. Not today. What’s more important happens right in front of you.
Billy Butcherson from Hocus Pocus IS Billy Butcher from The Boys.
A Supe sends him back in time to the 1600s to get him out of their way. To blend in, he shaves his face and changes his vernacular to match the times. The Supes become witches, and the cunts become wenches.
Trying to find a way back to his own time, he starts hanging out with three spellcasting sisters, hoping they can help him. Alas, he cannot keep it in his pants, so they murder him.
Summary: Kimiko’s newfound love of musicals are good, nostalgic memories for Frenchie, allowing an escape for both of them.
Warnings: Smallest pinch of angst, Frenchie’s past, 98% fluff.
A/N: This is something that’s been on my laptop since 2020, but I was finally convinced to post it by @writercole. Hope you all enjoy. Happy reading!
The basement of Haitian Kings hide-out was quieter than usual. There would be times when the gang would be going about their operations, or discussion between Butcher and the rest of the group about the Supes, Vought and whatever new scheme there was to take them down. It wasn’t often that they had days like today.
The gang was out making their rounds of their product, Butcher and MM were also out working on something, and Hughie and Annie were no doubt meeting away from the eyes at Vought. Kimiko sat on the ripped-up couch, her right hand swirling the letters that she had been learning. She felt the cushion dip next to her, smiling as she saw Frenchie sit down.
“Parfaite,” he stated as he looked down at the letters, glancing up at her with a smile. He gestured to the book and lifted his hand up in the sign that she had taught him, putting his own lessons to use. “Break?”
She nodded, folding her legs under her as he handed her two DVDs.
“Your turn to choose, mon coeur,” he smiled.
Kimiko looked between the options. Singin’ in the Rain orCarousel. Since the day they had brought her into the group, it was clear she had a love of music. It never mattered what genre, as she would smile and nod along to whatever was played in the basement. From rap to Billy Joel (when the gang wasn’t around and Hughie didn’t fear putting on his own music), she enjoyed it all. It wasn’t until Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was on TV that Frenchie realized she had a real love for musicals. She stared at the TV, not blinking, completely engrossed by what she was watching.
And he enjoyed being the one to show her all the classics.
He lit up when she pointed to the Gene Kelly masterpiece, getting up and putting the DVD into the player before he took his spot again. “Excellent choice.”
As soon as the film started, she was captivated once more. She sat forward, her arms resting on her knees, completely still. There was no way anyone could’ve pulled her away from the screen at that moment. He smiled as he watched her, seeing her love all these musicals that meant so much to him, that his mother had introduced him to, it was special. When a small, care-free giggle escaped her during the Make Em’ Laugh sequence, it warmed his heart. It was like he was experiencing it for the first time again.
“You know this scene… my maman would be in hysterics, doubled over, tears from her eyes… good ones,” he said, a soft but somber smile on his face as he remembered the only person he had loved. “She loved these movies. We would watch them together whenever I was not being chased by my father. I watch these and I… I think about her.”
Frenchie turned to Kimiko, the sudden wave of nostalgia overwhelming him. For the first time since the opening credits rolled, she turned her attention to him. She shifted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder, letting him know that she wasn’t going anywhere.
They concentrated on the movie, neither one of them making an effort to move or for him to say anything. He felt her move closer, wrapping her arm around his as she continued to lay her head on him. He often found himself in that same position with his mother when he was younger, his head on her shoulder as he would be completely enraptured by the music and dancing, too.
Frenchie’s hand closed over Kimiko’s, his eyes shutting tightly in fear that she might flinch, might pull away like she had in the past. But she didn’t. He smiled as his thumb stroked over her knuckles, not tainted by blood and dirt for the first time in a long time.
They stayed in that same position even until the credits rolled, which ended just in time as everyone returned to the basement. It was as if time had stopped just for them to have that moment to themselves.
A moment to truly escape in the magic before they returned to the usual horrors of their reality.
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