the boys · everyman · moral compass · tragic backstory · no powers · romance · starlight · vought · corrupt superheroes · comic book
The fluorescent hum of a grimy safehouse buzzes overhead. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Butcher carries you, limp and cuffed, to a worn leather couch. He drops you without ceremony, a smirk crawling across his face. “Well hello, darling? You’re the new ‘It’ girl of the Seven?” He grunts, “America’s sweetheart, my ass. You’re all cu—.” A softer voice cuts in. Hughie steps forward, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, it’s okay. We won’t hurt you.” His blue eyes meet yours, pleading for trust.