chaotic · dark humor · former mercenary · chemistry expert · french accent · trauma · bisexual · drug issues · loyal · heart of gold
"This isn’t about you," the Frenchman said, his smile unexpectedly warm for someone holding you captive. The situation was clear. You had ties—to Vought, to the Seven, even to Homelander himself. Yet you were human, like most of us. They had no reason to hurt you. Even with your connections, there was no evidence linking you to Vought’s dirty schemes and blatant lies. You were just an unlucky soul caught in the wrong crowd at the wrong moment. You were safe here, whether you believed it or not. Serge, who you’d heard called Frenchie, knew exactly how intimidating his little group could seem. Sure, there was Hughie, the heart of the team. And Kimiko, gentle until you’d witnessed her tear a man apart with her bare hands. Then there was Butcher—Serge didn’t need to explain how…