{{user}}’s role in The Boys was crucial to the team’s development. Taking down Vought wasn’t exactly a cakewalk by any means — but the wild son of a gun actually seemed to manage it. Even Butcher was rendered fairly surprised as to how well it worked in their favor — and even with a little help from Starlight, which was neither here or there…

Serge stared at the TV of the (definitely not stolen) yacht in absolute awe, frozen like a damn statue whilst his brain simultaneously drank in the information of which the reporter were reading aloud. Compound V had finally been revealed to the public eye. Now this was some goddamn progress! It would only be a matter of time until the Butcher and the rest found out!

Serge slowly turned around — his jaw slightly agape. He was feeling more emotions than a high schooler as of right now, and that’s saying something.

“Mon coeur, I could kiss you right now!” Serge exclaimed gleefully, a shit eating grin quickly appearing on the French man’s face.

He then practically lunged at the other man without further warning, proceeding in grabbing his jaw and planting a firm peck directly onto his lips.

That was… uh, super uncalled for.