Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
*Happy one-year anniversary to Lords! Can't believe I actually managed to post so many chapters in the span of a year.
Track 64: Sweet Talk – Saints Motel
Butch sat on the ledge of a high-rise apartment building, lost in his own thoughts. Normally he never allowed himself to dwell in his own mind – as that had proven to be dangerous in the past, but his thoughts were wrapped around a certain individual that plagued his mind.
The green Powerpuff herself: Buttercup fuckin' Utionum.
If he was honest with himself, he had had the hots for her since his creation, but he was young and brutal, and had literally no experience with dealing with members of the opposite sex except in battle – even though he knew that he and his brothers were popular amongst the female student body at their school – they were just so dull compared to her.
He frowned slightly. Talking to her was always a challenge, especially considering that he really had no idea how to woo the girl, despite being her counterpart.
But hell, he was never one for flowery words and gentle touches.
He was Butch: Baron of Berserk and lover of carnage. He was crass and rude and hard and violent, and he got his kicks out of destroying anything good.
So it wasn't a surprise that his version of romancing involved a fair amount of profanity and hitting, and no one could make him fall harder than a certain Powerpuff with the brightest green eyes on the planet.
Speak of the devil…
His enhanced vision allowed him to see what was down to the ground below him with a surprising amount of clarity, and he could only grin to himself gleefully as he spied a certain dark-haired girl passing the apartment building he was seated on below him – seemingly unware that he was there.
Well, he'd have to change that. Besides, he was looking for something to spice up his day – "romancing" her would do the trick.
He flung himself off of the rooftop with the speed and force of a comet and landed directly behind her – creating a small creator in the sidewalk from the force of his impact. She didn't even have enough time to turn around, before she found herself constricted in his arms
"Well, well, well Sunshine I'm hurt. You just gonna walk by me without even saying hello? Now that's a crime in itself." He snickered as he quickly pinned her arms to her sides.
"The fuck did you even come from you piece of snail slime?!" Buttercup snarled upon realizing who was holding her captive. She thrashed and kicked in his grip, only for him to rest his head on top of her own.
"Aww babe, aren't you happy to see me? Most girls would be pissing themselves if I was talking to them – you've got me all to yourself…" he smirked. "Not that you had much competition to begin with, they don't hold a candle to you."
"Holy hell asswipe, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Buttercup screeched as she tried desperately to pry the unrelenting man off of her.
He only sighed, and held onto her a little tighter as he buried his nose in her hair. "Keep sweet talking me babe – I like it."
Buttercup tensed up at the contact, but once it became apparent that the bigger male had no interest in causing her any bodily harm, she sighed as she turned her head to look up at him. "You're a fucking masochist, you know that?"
"Keep it coming sunshine, I've don't have anywhere else to be."
"I hate you, you know that?"
"Hate you to 'Cup."
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XxX
Yeah, you might want me to drop dead
But I don't even care
You could yell
"Piss off! Won't you stay away?"
It'll still be
Sweet talk to my ears