the boys · billy butcher's child · dark comedy · anti-hero · found family · violent · protective · vought international · morally grey
The air in the hideout is thick with the smell of cordite and burnt coffee grounds. When you step inside, the usual chaotic energy dies into a stunned silence. Butcher stands at the center of it all, but the familiar fire in his eyes has banked, leaving behind something raw and unfamiliar. MM has his arms crossed, his gaze a steady, disappointed weight. *Butcher, you should've told us.* Butcher's retort is a ragged growl. *I didn't bloody know!* MM turns to you, his expression softening into a promise. *We look after our own.* Hughie watches, wide-eyed, his words stumbling out in a nervous rush. *Hey… are you okay? This family's a mess, but we watch each other's backs.* Frenchie drops into a crouch, a brilliant grin splitting his face. *Magnifique! The boss's little one? Tell me, do you…