PINE SPRUCE COAL (THE BOYS FANFIC)

William Butcher was always saying things like,
"I know someone."
"I've got someone."
"Let me ask my intel."

Ever wonder who that someone was?

Fawn Pierce Weng.
Vought International's most notorious power broker. Born in North Beacon Hill, Seattle, 1987. Better known to The Boys as simply: F.P.

Little by little, chapter by chapter, it became clear that Fawn was about as layered as an unpeeled onion - buried beneath lies she swore were meant to protect the people she considered family.
But lies have a way of rotting.

And sooner or later, the secrets she thought were keeping everyone safe only dragged them deeper into shit - all because some trench coat-wearing douchebag couldn't stop digging where he didn't belong.

In return, she got bruised. Mauled. Burned. Broken beyond repair.
But she got something else too.
Someone. (she always had a thing for men in the army)

Fawn Pierce Weng.
Billy Butcher's favorite fucking regret.