#mutant mercenary hero

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Deadpool #7 (2016) Tony Moore Cover, Pencils by Scott Koblish, Gerry Duggan Story, 1st Appearance of Black Patch

#Deadpool #7 (2016) #TonyMoore Cover, Pencils by #ScottKoblish, #GerryDuggan Story, 1st Appearance of Black Patch "The End of an Error" & other stories. Twenty-five years ago in February 1991, the New Mutants encountered a blabber mouthed mercenary who tore through Xavier's mansion and into the very heart of the 1990s. Now, that self-same degenerate is one of the most popular heroes in the world, an Avenger, and maybe the smelliest and grossest person that tumblr swoons over. https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Deadpool%202016.html#7 @rarecomicbooks Website Link In Bio Page If Applicable. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA #RareComicBooks #KeyComicBooks #MCU #MarvelComics #MarvelUniverse #KeyComic #ComicBooks

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Deadpool & Wolverine

Link : https://scenestamps.com/source/01j3pce4zn1qymx8g9qf7w9atn

A listless Wade Wilson toils away in civilian life with his days as the morally flexible mercenary, Deadpool, behind him. But when his homeworld faces an existential threat, Wade must reluctantly suit-up again with an even more reluctant Wolverine.

[valentine-cafe]

May I get a Tirimasu and a Strawberry Shortcake please?

Thinking about Rishen and I sucking Alessio cocks together:(( But we just can't take our hands off each other and every time we get back up to his tip we start to make out!! So now he has to bend us over and spank us and after Alessio has us make out before pulling us back on his dick:(((((

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 928b rishen & alessio

˗ˏˋ꒰🍰꒱ spider monster x reader, spiderman x reader, mercenary x reader, mutant x reader, immortal x reader, cw: oral, degradation, shoe humping, brat taming, gn!reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

the both of you are beside yourselves. completely hazed out from the rough fucking that the merc gave the both of you only moments before. having made you bend over and take all of him while grinding your pelvis into rishen’s weeping dick.

now here the both of you are, having a go at alessio with desperate whines and gasps for breath as you suck off the remanets of his cum. your tongue swirls around his base while rishen kisses and sucks along an underside vein — the both of you making a path to his pulsing tip where your tongues will finally meet.

arousal sparking in your abdomens as your wet muscles meet damp lips. more whines and whimpers as you sloppily make out over alessio’s erect cock. your own hand reaching down to give rishen a few pumps so that he gasps into your mouth and reaches for the back of your hair. messily pumping his hips into your hand.

“mnghh. . . dios, preciosa. s-so fucking good — taste just like him. . .”

oh of course alessio doesn’t tolerate it. he’s bending you two over and spanking you sore. even fucking one of you on his fingers until you’re cumming and sobbing, all while the other watches. if not to switch to the other soon after.

“fuckin’ brats. can’t even keep your hands to yourselves? oh that’s fine. gives me more of a reason to fuck these little holes sore.”

at one point ends up laying you over the bed with your legs dangling over the edge while he grabs rishen into a cruxing position over you. forcing rishen’s dick between your thighs but never allowing him to push in. instead alessio grips onto his boyfriend and pounds him sore from behind. fucking out the most pathetic of noises, gripping rishen’s hair with one hand and his arms with the other.

all so that rishen can do nothing as his hips are forced to grind and buck against yours with every harsh plap against his ass. his cock sliding between your wet thighs — but never truly being able to feel your warm insides. let alone reach down and touch you.

“m-mnngh p-papi - p—ease. . . l-lemme touch - l-let me hnghh. . . lemme fuuckk them pleaaaseee. . .”

“shut up and take it. they can handle it — can’t you sweetheart? yeah? look at you. dripping like a fuckin’ slut. wishing he could fuck you full. uhuh? lay there and wait.”

[twilightkitkat]

Everyone knows that the MCU is interconnected to set up crossovers and grand finales to arcs, right?

Imagine this: after the events of No Way Home, Peter is living alone. He has nobody who remembers him outside of his Spiderman persona, and the world has forgotten his existence. He's working a shitty job and living in a shitty apartment and is completely isolated from the world.

At the same time, Wade and Logan have started living together after saving the world. They both understand each other in ways that nobody else does. They relate to each other's pain. They begin taking jobs and missions together and learning to truly live instead of just survive.

At this moment, their character arcs moved in opposite directions. Peter went from having it all—friends, family, fame, respect—to having nothing. Meanwhile, Wade and Logan went from having nothing—Wade had lost his sense of purpose in life and girlfriend while Logan had lost the X-men and was outcasted by society—to finally having each other. They are creating their home just as Peter lost his.

But despite this, not everything is going well. Maybe Logan and Wade are struggling due to miscommunication and their insecurities. Maybe a new villain comes along and puts external stress on them. Maybe the timeline is still unstable and they need to keep doing maintenance work to restore it. The point is, there is a stressor.

It is then that their stories intersect.

Wade, who is the only current character known to break the fourth wall. Who would look at Spiderman and know that he's Peter Parker despite him being erased.

Peter, who is completely isolated in a world that has forgotten him. Who sees everything he wanted dangled in front of him each time he passes a billboard with Stark Industries or a group of friends laughing or a parent and their child. Who is desperate for any sense of belonging and feels the loneliness eating away at him.

Wade would run into him while Spiderman was on patrol. He'd be sitting on a building, staring off into the distance forlornly. He'd recognize the loneliness in him and strike up a conversation.

And Peter would nearly cry when Wade offered to buy him a sandwich. For the first time in God knows how long, he felt like someone actually cared about him behind the mask.

And so they started talking. Peter ran into Wade and they'd wave at each other and talk. Wade would get to know Peter as the person and not the hero.

And Wade would know a little too much. Would remember details a little too well. Took to him like an old buddy who he had known for years. (And really, it was the case. Deadpool and Spiderman were old friends... just not in this universe.)

And Peter would latch onto the first person who showed him kindness, even if they're loud and morally questionable and a mercenary. He finally had a friend again. Someone he could just talk to.

And then the conflict in Wade's own life spirals and reaches a head. And for one reason or another, he winds up trapped at Peter's apartment, bloodied and injured.

He'd fought with Logan earlier that day and he was too far. So he showed up at Peter's expecting to get patched up a little and let his healing factor do the work.

...Except he doesn't heal. Something was gravely wrong. He felt hot and dizzy and the wound was beginning to get infected. And Wade busted his phone in the skirmish he got into, so he couldn't communicate with anyone.

(And so he doesn't see the messages from Logan. Demanding where he was, if he was okay, apologizing for earlier and asking him to come back.)

He ends up drifting in and out of consciousness for days, barely on the edge of life. Peter is worried as hell and is trying his best to take care of him despite his tight budget. Neither could go to a hospital because of their mutant status and illegal activities.

Wade is barely conscious enough to talk, let alone tell him his emergency contacts.

And so the days pass until a week has gone by and Logan hasn't heard a word from Wade. And he's freaking the fuck out. Because even if Wade was pissed, he still came back a few hours later so they could talk it out. They never dealt well with separation, especially Logan.

He's been cornering every vaguely shady person on the streets to see if they knew where Wade was. He'd torn up villain bases near their area. Had even fucking considered putting up missing posters because of how desperate he was.

Until he finally gets a lead.

And so, when Peter hears knocking at his door, he goes to answer.

Only to get pinned against the wall by Logan, claws threatening to puncture his neck. A snarl on his lips and a feral look in his eyes, bloodthirsty and on the verge of snapping.

And Peter tries to stutter out words but it's hard when his windpipe is being crushed. This was completely unexpected.

He didn't do anything to piss someone off that badly, right? And how did someone trace his Spiderman identity back to Peter Parker when he'd been so careful?

More importantly—

A shuffling sound came from the couch in the living room.

Wade. Wade was still here.

Peter renewed his struggle, a fierce glare in his eyes. Even if nobody would miss him, he'd make sure nobody could harm his only friend.

"What time is it?" Wade mumbled roughly, sitting up and stretching his sore muscles. He still felt feverish and had a sore throat, but at least he wasn't on Death's Door anymore.

Logan's head snapped in Wade's direction like a bloodhound following a trail. He'd clearly heard him.

Without warning, he threw Peter to the side, who clutched at his throat as he was slammed against the wall.

He was going for Wade. Shit.

He knew Wade had enemies, considering he was a mercenary, but he didn't realize the type of ballpark he was playing in. And Peter knew Wade's healing factor was infinitely stronger than his own... except it wasn't working.

Was he the one responsible for Wade's vulnerable state? Did this man weaken him on purpose so he could take him out?

Peter stumbled to his feet, muscles tensing as he darted out to stop Logan, who seemed hellbent on approaching Wade. But Logan turned the corner just before he could reach him.

He saw Logan register Wade's presence, eyes locking onto him with a single-minded, piercing focus that was blinding in its intensity.

"Hey!" he tried calling out, but Logan wasn't paying attention. Didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings, only looking at Wade with an indescribable mixture of emotions. There were the obvious emotions like anger, but if Peter didn't know any better he'd say the man was looking at Wade with something akin to pure relief, awe, and fear.

Wade glanced over at the man and his eyes widened. "Logan...? Honey badger, you came for me?" His voice was sleep-heavy and the words came out choked.

Wade had been calling the name 'Logan' in his sleep almost every night. When Peter would try to quiet him by brushing his sweat-stuck hair away from his forehead, Wade would latch onto his wrist and wouldn't let go until he cracked open his eyes and saw it wasn't who he wanted.

Peter wanted to ask who Logan was. Who was so important to him that he kept whispering his name when he tossed and turned at night, that he mistook Peter for him and looked disappointed when he realized it was just him (and ouch, sometimes that stung).

But he'd assumed it was someone from Wade's past. Like MJ was to him. Someone important but long gone.

And so when Wade called this man Logan, Peter thought it was him mistaking someone for Logan in a sickness-induced delirium. It wouldn't be the first time.

But Logan stared at him, fists still clenched where his claws protruded through his knuckles. He looked at Wade, searchingly, like his face had the answers to his questions.

And once Wade uttered that name, he launched himself at Wade.

Peter cried out as he tried to catch Logan to stop him from hurting or killing Wade, but he was so much faster than him. He'd crossed the room in the blink of an eye.

Peter looked up, terrified, to see a completely unexpected sight.

The man was clinging to Wade, clutching at him like his life depended on it, shivers wracking his body. And Wade clung to him tighter, threading his fingers through his hair, murmuring softly.

...Huh?

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Sending this idea here so everyone else can get on it

Desert apocalypse type au, mainly takes place in a area that's turned into a giant desert, there's various Oasis, villages(some incorporating wrecked buildings, some taking use of caves), maybe some people went full mad Max with their vehicles, others starting up new sports and being nicknamed Juggers(a reference to the movie Salute of the Jugger/Blood of heroes)

Maybe People with more resources are considered higher classed, oooo imagine some vibes to Oscar's Oasis(a old show I watched when I was younger, you can find episodes on YouTube :])

Ooooo! So maybe everyone has mutations that help them adapt to the desert? Or mutations are considered blessings, rather than curses. (F*ck, Storm is so gonna be worshipped as a goddess-)

There's the Crescent Caverns, named for the crescent shaped bend inside, where there's mini caverns and buildings that functions as a small city, and has a hidden pool of spring water • There's the Viper's Pit, home of assassins, mercenaries, and cutthroats, make homes out of old dried out cities, and they have good food and take in anyone • There's the Ios Oasis, a group of three small oases that look like different moons, and has tents and open markets built around it, and is where to find a little bit of everything • And there's the mythical Valley of the Moths, said to house every flower, every bird, every insect you could think of, with enough water to feed a whole withered city... •

Useful mutations include anything from making or controlling ice, rain and/or water, having a desert animal adaptation, or being able to withstand the extreme heat and cold...

Mutants have to find safe havens, so the ly aren't captured for their powers, or used for labor. And no one dares enter the Tower of the Sun, which is the biggest, and most dangerous, library in this dangerous world...

(LETS DISCUSS THIS!!!) ( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda )

[contemptible-scoundrel]

SCARED NOBLE: [fat coinpurse jingling as he whirls around] who goes there?!

ME: *emerges from the shadows like a sharks fin breaching the surface of a dark ocean* ...

OVERLY CONFIDENT NOBLE: she's but one rogue! guards, deal with her!

GRIZZLED MERCENARY: no fucking way man that's the legendary bandit known only as the dead man, the blade in the dark, the living weapon, the mutant, the darkness of the heart, the one-eyed demon, god-stabber, the nightscourge, the darkstalker, vengeance, the viper of darkwood valley, dragonthief, the final bandit, the obsidian gaze and the eye in the dark, the priestslayer and the clericsbane, gloomdagger, flameborn, deathwalker, terror of the heavens, the bane, the dark smothering the light as evening breaks, the poisoned chalice, elf ear licker, the blademaster, the soulless one, the holy man's lament, the wretch, death's shadow, the grim omen, foul dweller, the deadly gambit, shadow-heart, death-dealer, the hidden blade, jane, herald of desolation, the bloody fable, the piercing sorrow, the swamp-shade, strider, hero's folly, the contemptible scoundrel, night's edge, the viper's sting, el cazador, giantslayer, fate-stealer, soul-render, hope's end, avatar of despair, the wraith, ghostblade, 死, nightfall, the phantom, the last resort, bloodthirst, unquenchable fury, rogue warrior, the heartless one, the leaden soul, the martyr of darkness, unholy fury, blackguard, breaker of vows, spiritbreaker, the nightmare, killer, the enemy of all living things, snakeblood, the immutable truth, the vengeful revenant, depraved fool, the killing machine, the beast of bones, brutal operator

ME: ... *draws my blade*

GUARDS: you're on your own! *runs away in a cacophony of clattering armor*

[prettypumpum]

Title: Crossed Dimensions | Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary: You were living an ordinary life until the day a portal throws you into the Marvel universe. Trapped between an unbearable Deadpool and a Wolverine as troubling as he is charming, you discover powers you didn’t know you had and an unknown past with certain heroes. As your anxiety grows in the face of this new reality, will you be able to find your place and perhaps become the hero they need?

Warnings: strong language, references to anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of violence.

Word count: ~2.7k

Masterlist

chapter 1

“You know, I’ve always wanted kids,” Wade whispered in my ear, making me jump and pulling my attention away from Logan and Laura, who were deep in conversation on the other side of the room. “I’m so disappointed; I thought you’d teleport this time.”

“Mutants don’t exist in my dimension, Wade. So let me forget that I can do that, or I’m going to have a panic attack,” I replied, my eyes still locked on the scene in front of me.

“Do you think the government would use my sperm to impregnate one of my old sexy acquaintances, aiming to create a deadly weapon?” Wade asked, mouth full, making obscene gestures to illustrate his point.

All I could do was grimace in disgust. I hadn’t known Wade long, but I had to admit the movies had really toned him down. He was unbearable, vulgar, and absolutely everything was a joke to him. Which, admittedly, was pretty funny—as long as you weren’t the target of his humor.

“No, forget it. I prefer the good old-fashioned way, balls to lady parts. I can’t do it with scientists staring at me; it throws me off,” continued the mercenary, muttering the last sentence. “Plus, honestly, you missed the fun part where we cuddle, and Logan growls in your ear.”

This whole situation was insane. Just this morning, I had been leaving my coffee shop, pumpkin spice latte in hand, when some weird guys surrounded me, threw me into a portal, and explained that Marvel actually existed and that, on top of it, I had a past with Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman. Well, not them, but their variants, Deadpool and Wolverine.

“I think I need a drink,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as I could, praying to wake up from what felt increasingly like a nightmare.

"Logan drank everything, but I think he left that nail polish remover Al uses if you want it," Wade replied, grabbing Dogpool.

“I’m going to get some fresh air, then.” Without giving him a chance to say anything else, I grabbed my coat—which had been new before being thrown into the TVA trash—and headed out, slamming the door behind me. I had no idea where to go; I didn’t have money or friends in this universe. Or any other, for that matter.

When I finally stopped, the adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of my situation was making me seriously anxious. My meditation app advised me to close my eyes, focus on my breathing, and visualize my intrusive thoughts like cars passing on a road. But I mostly felt like those cars had run me over.

No matter how hard I tried to calm down, my heart beat faster, and I felt like the walls were closing in. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I couldn’t help but scream, jumping in shock, which didn’t just make me leap—it teleported me to the end of the hallway.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Laura apologized. “You left kind of abruptly, and I was hoping we could talk.”

I didn’t really know what to say. The situation was completely crazy. She was the daughter of my variant… well, no, officially, she was the product of Logan’s genetic material.

“I just needed some quiet, you know how Wade is,” I said, laughing nervously and sitting down on the building’s staircase. Laura nodded in understanding and sat beside me in silence.

“You know, he once told me I have his powers but that I look more like my mother,” Laura said, breaking the awkward silence that had started to settle. “My Logan, I mean.”

Her Logan and his Lydia had been true heroes, both killed trying to protect her. Wade had explained that his Lydia had tried to escape with the children from the facility where they were held when Laura was still a baby but had died before she could make it through the gates.

“I was told she was a good woman,” I said, not really knowing what else to add.

“I got to meet Logan, but I don’t remember her. Charles showed me pictures and told me a lot about her.”

“I don’t want to shatter your dream, sweetheart, but I’m not her. Your mom was a hero. Me, I’m just a miserable girl with depression who doesn’t know what to do with her life,” I said, fidgeting with my coat sleeves.

“You helped save this world. If that’s not being a hero, I don’t know what is,” the young girl said softly, a smile playing on her lips. “I know that Logan and you aren’t them, but… you’re the closest thing I have. So I was thinking maybe we could go get coffee or grab a bite together someday.”

If her Lydia was anything like me, her Logan might have been right. When I saw the poor girl, playing nervously with her hands, lacking confidence, I couldn’t help but think that maybe we shared some personality traits—unfortunately, not the best ones.

“You’re probably the first teenager who actually wants to hang out with their parents,” I said, laughing wholeheartedly this time, which made her smile. “If you need someone to talk to or if you’re bored, don’t hesitate—I’ll be here for you.”

“Logan said the same thing. You’re just like my real parents,” she said, standing up. “You’re a bit lost, but you’re there when it counts.”

“Do you have somewhere to go?” I asked, a bit concerned and trying to change the subject.

“Colossus should be here soon. He’s picking me up to take me to the institute,” she replied, helping me to my feet. “I’m really glad I met you, Lydia,” she said. Before I could respond, she hugged me—a hug that, if I hadn’t had a healing factor, probably would have left me with a few bruises.

“You’re young and a mutant, so of course you’re going there,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed when she let go. “Wait, I’ll stay with you until he gets here.”

“No, it’s okay; you can head back up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, worried about leaving her alone on the street at this hour.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I can handle myself. I’m a big girl,” she said, extending the two metal claws from her knuckles before leaving the building, leaving me alone in the dimly lit hallway.

I still waited a few minutes until I heard a car and Colossus’s familiar voice, then I went back up to the apartment.

Wade and Al were nowhere to be found when I returned. Logan and I shared the living room; he was just coming out of the bathroom, pulling on a white T-shirt as I came in. And, as always, it took all the willpower I had to keep breathing. I averted my gaze, blushing, and rushed to the bathroom. I really needed to splash some cold water on my face.

[xipool]

Wade talks and talks, like a decapitated chicken still running even after its head has been sliced clean off. His words run fast and relentlessly, as if compensating for something else, as if he can’t stop- won’t stop for fear of the consequences. Unable to relax, to rest – he just has to keep going.

He talks so his hammer of annoying references and crude remarks can slam down and suppress the spiral of horrid thoughts that worm their way into his head. How he deserved every bit of torture and pain that sears through his veins, how the people around him don’t deserve to live around a sick fucking freak like him. How he abandons and strands the crowd around him, leaves them to drown. They’re better off without him.

Every rough pock mark on his skin serves as a reminder of the abuse Francis dragged him through – Vanessa made the attempt to ease the insecurity, saying they were scars indicating his survival, how he’d crawled out of purgatory and lived to tell the tale. But he knew – a snapshot – when she thought he wasn’t looking. Her eyes would flash with slight contempt. Whether it be kindred to a bubbling disgust for his appearance or just the man he is.

“You had a girlfriend?” 

He had snorted to himself at the question, but didn’t blame the man. He barely knew him, and even those who gave him their undeserved time could probably offer the same curiosity.

Inevitable, their separation was. Wade Winston Wilson is not a soul that can keep company clinging for long. Hanging up the red and black spandex just kept the wheels turning, hurtling towards a final argument that was a long time coming.

“I’m right here.” 

No he fucking wasn’t. They both knew it – he was detached, flippant and unserious. He could never care about something bigger than himself.

“I know how to fuck people up for money, but you know how to save them.”

That’s all he was: a mercenary. A bad guy paid to fuck up worse guys. He wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t even a decent human mutant. Generally, he was an asshole – at the very least, a menace to society. He jaywalked and scared the fuck out of innocent, unsuspecting kids by pulling the most horrid face he could contort his features into. He stole and he bitched. And he fucking enjoyed it. He practically got off to pissing people off. 

He ignores the guilt that settles in his stomach. He couldn’t possibly care about something bigger than himself. 

Until he saved the world, fuck that- he saved the multiverse. He’d spurred himself on with the thought of Vanessa, that everything he’d aspired to do, everything he did – was for her. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

His motivation’s doubt settled in during the tussle in that godawful vehicle, the Honda fuckin’ Odsyssey. He craved violence and turmoil, the low, dull hum of the cancerous aches were simply tedious but the sting of something breaking skin and ripping flesh, even tearing bone was heavenly. Each splatter of blood quashed his inner critic, without the need for mindless commentary: his self-hatred had simmered down. It wouldn’t be out of left field to assume the man had developed some kind of arousal for the sensation, but the way the Wolverine broke him down and tore him apart in that fucking car left him with tingles running wild under his skin long after their scuffle had ceased. He’d admitted it, it fucked hard.

Wade had often turned to dirty sex – no strings attached – to quiet the voices, in the hopes of achieving some sort of post-orgasm stupor that would shut the sound up, but his efforts were to no avail.

And he knew, he fucking knew. His mutation may not have granted him heightened senses, but he could practically smell Logan’s bloodthirsty reciprocation. He too, found himself in ripping limbs and slashing muscle, in painting his surroundings crimson and vigorous stabbing. The savage grin that played on his lips as blood dripped onto his face, into his beard and mouth and painted his skin red, it practically goaded the merc on. His simple return of the cut-throat favour kept him going, kept his onslaught powering through, despite the absolute decimation of the Odyssey.

Vanessa might have matched Wade’s crazy, but Logan matches his freak.

[blackmoonowl]

Ok ok so like, idk if I can combine prompts but I feel like the match so 7 “the way you flirt is shameful” and 1 “omg you’re in love with her” with Macaroni and Sole, where maybe another companion is teasing Mac and it leads to revelation of feelings :):)

"The way you flirt is shameful."

"Oh my god you're in love with her!"

Pairing: Robert Joseph MacCready x reader

Summary: Pathetic drunk MacCready, just for you as a little treat. He interprets your kindness the wrong way and it's picked up on. Also his grief has him in deniable.

Word count: 1873 words

Authors note: Made it a little longer as an apology for the lack of posts, and since it's two prompts. This is written so bad I'm screeching.

The last Super Mutant hit the ground, and MacCready sighed in relief.

The mercenary immediately looked over his shoulder at you, to make sure you were alright. It was a habit he had gotten into over the last few days, weeks even. He hated having you out of his sight, not close by his side. A distantly familiar warmth enveloped his heart as he spotted you. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath as you looked at the carnage around you.

"Hey.. is everything alright?" MacCready carefully questioned, holstering his sniper rifle as he made his way over to you.

"Yeah... miracle no one got hurt," you mumbled, nudging one of the dead mutants with your foot. The Diamond city guards were recovering as well, dragging the most injured of their group back to the settlement.

"I think that's enough fighting for me today," MacCready mumbled, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Besides, it's getting late, don't fancy getting caught off guard." He paused for a moment, flashing you a crooked grin. "Hey, why don't we head to the Dugout inn? All the fightin' we did here should get us a free drink."

You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a light shove as you walked past him. The mercenary swallowed audibly as your hand remained on his shoulder longer than he had expected. It wasn't the first time you had done that, but it sent a jolt through his body every time.

"You coming or what?" Your voice snapped him out of it. You stood a few feet ahead, looking back at him with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm comin'." The words came out a mutter, and he doubted if you had even heard him. It didn't matter if you did, anyway. He caught up with you with ease. Having the guards around put him a bit more at ease, but his eyes still darting around the quickly darkening area.

A familiar face met you as the gate opened to let everyone back in. The black haired young woman flashed you a smile, peering at you from under her news cap. MacCready should have expected no less of the news reporter. No doubt the entire settlement heard the artillery and the screams of the mutants.

"Well well, if it isn't our hero. Saving Diamond city yet again," Piped greeted you, nudging your shoulder. "Heard the commotion outside, thought I'd come check."

"Because you're worried or because you need something to report on?" You playfully retorted. Piper shook her head with a small smile.

"People are dying for some more intel on you," she responded as you made your way to the stairs. "You've become quite the celebrity around here."

MacCready largely tuned out the conversation. He wasn't too surprised Piper didn't acknowledge him, after all his reputation made him less that popular. Instead his eyes remained firmly on your back as he trailed behind. As the city came into view, he let out a breath. Man, could he use a drink. Anything to put him more at ease, to get you off his mind.

"So," Piper began, snapping MacCready out of his deep thoughts a second time. "I assume given your companion here.." she shot MacCready a look. "You're headed to the Inn."

"You know me too well, I'm flattered!" MacCready piped up, giving the woman a wink. He wasn't too serious about any of it, his mind still lingering on the vault dweller beside him. Piper didn't seem too impressed.

"Well that's... charming," Piper muttered with a sigh before looking back at you. "I could use a drink myself, been a long day. How about I join?"

"Of course, I don't mind." MacCready near groaned at your reply. Part of him had hoped he could spend more time with you alone, but he supposed he couldn't complain. You were safe, that was all that mattered.

MacCready felt right at home as he stepped into the bar. He cursed the way his heart threatened to jump out his throat as you brushed past him in the narrow hall, your hand planted on his back. A scowl crept across his face. He wasn't upset at the comforting feeling of your touch, but at the weak sensation in his knees. He had lost someone before, he couldn't bring himself to reach out to you. He couldn't lose this, not again.

"You're awfully quiet," you commented, halting beside him. His light eyes met yours before following Piper who had already sat down somewhere. Your thumb gently rubbed over his duster. "Usually you're complaining the ears off my head."

"After what I've been through, I think I earned the right to," he grumbled, feeling as if he was nailed to the floor at your mere touch.

"What's with the sudden mood change?" You frowned. MacCready shook his head. He wasn't going to share too much, he always had a problem keeping his mouth shut.

"Just tired I guess.. that whole Super mutant ambush took a lot out of me," he excused himself as you sat down next to Piper.

Vadim Bobrov showed MacCready a large grin, and MacCready forced a small smile back.

"Hey Vadim," he greeted. "Give me the strong stuff." The mercenary tossed a few caps on the table, and was given a bottle in return.

"Rough day?" The Russian asked, and MacCready just nodded as he took a swig. Alcohol had been his greatest comfort in the wasteland, the soothing burn of the liquid feeling more than welcome. he set the bottle back down on the counter.

"Yeah, you could say that," he replied in a lower tone. He heard you and Piper chat beside him, but he couldn't bring himself to get involved.

Robert went through the bottle faster than expected, only a small quarter of the drink left. His thoughts were getting messier as the moonshine began taking effect. It didn't taste good, but that was hardly the point as he found himself glancing at you. The old clock on the wall ticked by as he made his way through the first drink before ordering another. Noises were fading to the background as he felt the comforting numbness on the alcohol. He barely even noticed the conversation between you and Piper had come to a complete halt.

Every muscle in his body tensed as he felt your hand placed on his wrist. Both you and Piper had stopped talking and were now looking at him.

"What?" He simply replied, his voice more strained than he would have liked. The booze combined with his proximity with you made his head spin. He knew he had likely missed his inclusion into the conversation, but he could hardly bring himself to care.

"Really, is everything alright?" you pressed once more. Your fingers stroked the exposed skin of his wrist with your thumb. The half drunk mercenary peered at you from under his hat. Complicated feeling swirled in his mind. Memories and guilt of the past, mixed with a need for you that he despised, but craved so much at the same time.

"You've been zoning out the whole time. If there's something you need, I'm here for you." The hand of the wrist you gently held onto, began to clench as MacCready took another swig of the bottle. Grief, adoration and pure sadness and frustration welled up in him before he spoke up.

"The way you flirt is shameful."

The sober part of his mind instantly regretted his words as soon as they rang through his head. The tone was desperate yet accusing simultaneously. Piper had stopped drinking as well, shooting him a confused look. You on the other hand, looked concerned more than anything. MacCready looked down, his hat hiding his eyes. He couldn't look you in the eye right now. The silence tore at the widowers mind as he held the bottle in a strong grip as your hand stilled on his.

"What do you mean by that?" He heard you ask. MacCready inwardly cursed as your soft hand left his skin.

"Forget it," the merc snapped, pulling his arm back. No, he couldn't allow this, not again. He couldn't open himself to that potential grief again. He didn't need to look at you to know you were hurt. it twisted something inside him he didn't expect.

"Right..." you mumbled, giving Piper a nod. "I'm going to take a look at the Surplus, be right back."

It took the drunken man everything in his power not to beg or to yell at you. You didn't deserve this from him, not after all you had done for his and his sons sake.

"Nice going," Piper's more irritated tone rang through as she sat two seats away from her. "I thought you liked Blue more than that. Something happen that I'm not aware of?"

"What do you care?" He said, letting go off his second bottle of the moonshine.

"'Cause Blue's my friend, I thought that was pretty obvious." That sentence didn't sit well with MacCready's clouded minded.

"You don't know 'em as well as I do," he grumbled, causing Piper to raise a brow.

"Never said I did... no need to be so jumpy. You act like I'm gonna take Blue away from you," Piper sighed as she lit a cigarette. "You're looming over that dweller like you're her shadow or something."

"Got a problem with that?" He snapped, clutching the bottle again, defensiveness creeping up. "If I don't keep her safe, no one will."

Piper looked at him in a contemplative manner, before her eyes began to widen.

"Oh my god, you're in love with her!"

It took everything in MacCready's power not to audible react to Piper. To have something he tried everything in his power to deny in himself laid out that way did things to him.

"You don't know sh...." he trailed off with a grunt. "You don't know jack about me." He raised his finger to order another bottle. tears pricked behind his eyes at the thought about you and the wife he lost.

"Drowning your sorrows isn't gonna help," Piper said as she exhaled some smoke. "Snapping at your only friend won't help you either. She's gonna find out either way, might as well be honest.

MacCready lowered his head in defeat, He had half a mind to scream at her to mind her own business, but he couldn't argue with her.

"You're so damn nosey, you know that?" He replied with an irritated chuckle as he kept his head down, leaning it into his hand. His eyes stared down at the bottle. He was too wasted to consider his options carefully, but sober enough to take in the truth of Piper's words.

"Took you long enough to figure that one out," she replied as she put the cigarette out in the ash tray.

MacCready steeled his nerves, pushing away from the bar and standing up. "I'll go talk to them," he sighed.

"You're not gonna pay for your drinks?" The news reporter questioned with a raised brow. MacCready looked back at her.

"Vadim's a good guy, he'll understand." With those words he stepped outside into the cold wasteland night.

He'd go talk to you.

[maybe-im-dark]

Nailed it

A little Piece about what would have happened if Deadpool and Wolverine would have met differently. Set in the Logan movie

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Logan and Dr. Zander Rice stood facing each other, the tension between them palpable. Rice's smug expression contrasted sharply with Logan's barely contained rage, and the air crackled as if it were about to explode. Rice was in the middle of a monologue when suddenly…BANG, BANG, BANG! Gunshots rang out. Blood spattered, and Rice, Pierce, and the other Reavers in the background clutched at their chests or necks, where gaping holes had appeared, before collapsing.

From behind the fallen bodies emerged a figure in a red-and-black spandex leather suit. Two katanas were strapped to their back, pistols in holsters on their legs. The mask was red, and the white eyeholes were framed by black diamonds. In one hand, they held a pistol, and in the other, a confetti cannon, which they fired over their head, letting the confetti rain down on them.

“Boom! Right on time, baby! Deadpool saves the day!”

Logan stared at the bizarre figure, utterly confused. His claws were extended, but for the moment, he was too perplexed to react. The figure struck a dramatic pose under the confetti rain and then patted themselves on the back.

“Ah, the sweet smell of victory and…,” they held the pistol barrel to their nose and inhaled deeply, “is that gunpowder? Definitely gunpowder. Anyway, let’s take a moment to appreciate my heroism, folks. Nailed it!”

Logan blinked, trying to make sense of the situation. Rice, the mastermind behind it all, who had been moments away from revealing his evil plans, lay dead on the ground, and this guy in a „Spider-Man on drugs“ costume was acting like he’d just won a game show.

Logan frowned. “Who the hell are you?“

The guy paused and laughed, smacking his forehead with his hand. “Oh right! I totally forgot to introduce myself! Where are my manners? I’m Deadpool, or Wade Wilson, if you prefer a more formal introduction.”

Deadpool pulled out a business card and handed it to Logan before continuing.

“And with the help of the TVA and their time-travel-universe-timeline-stuff—don’t ask me how it works, I didn’t get it either—I just saved your ass, Wolvie! Yeah, you’re welcome!”

Logan looked at the business card, which read: Deadpool: Mercenary, Professional Smartass, Occasional Hero (when I feel like it).

He squinted at Deadpool, utterly confused. “Wolvie?”

The mercenary holstered his pistols and pointed finger guns at him. “Yup! Logan, Wolverine, Weapon X… whatever you’re going by in this universe. Big fan, by the way. Thought I’d lend you a hand since you looked a little… cornered.”

Logan retracted his claws but remained wary, sizing him up before cautiously concluding, “You’re insane.”

Deadpool shrugged nonchalantly, his grin audible in his voice. „Yeah, that’s the general consensus. But hey, insanity comes with perks. Like saving hairy old mutants from certain doom.“

He began rummaging through his belt pockets, pulling out random items: a taco, a grenade, a small plush unicorn, until he finally found a pair of sunglasses and put them on over his mask.

“If you’re wondering why I’m doing all this… well, let’s just say I had a little run-in with the TVA, and they revealed to me that you’re an… what’s it called again… anchor being, and your death would result in the destruction of my reality. And I thought, ‘Hey, before my world goes to hell, why not save the ol' Wolverine,’ and voilà—here I am.”

Logan crossed his arms, still trying to make sense of the situation. Meanwhile, Laura watched from the background, her eyes darting between Logan and Deadpool.

“You killed these guys?” asked the clawed mutant.

Deadpool nodded casually. “Yup. One-man death squad. You know, before all this went down, I was on a pretty dark path. Almost joined the dark side. But they didn’t have cookies, and you know, they always say there’d be cookies. I think it’s pretty rude when they lie about stuff like that! But anyway… oh, you don’t need to thank me. I already threw myself a party.”

He gestured to the confetti still scattered around them and suddenly pulled out another confetti cannon, which he fired off. More colorful bits rained down as Deadpool playfully spun in a circle.

“Confetti makes everything better,” he declared.

Logan watched the show for a moment, running a hand through his hair, half-tempted to just leave this lunatic behind.

“Look,” he growled, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but—”

Deadpool interrupted him, raising a hand. “Oh no, no games, Logan. Just a little murder, confetti, and friendship. You’re basically my grumpy soulmate. I’m doing us both a favor. Besides, I know you’ve got a soft spot for the little girl with the claws over there.”

He pointed at Laura, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Adorable, by the way. How do you guys manage it when you go on future missions together? Do you call yourselves Wolverine and Wolverine Junior? Sorry, I’m just trying to understand the family dynamic.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed again, but Deadpool put a finger to his mask as if deep in thought.

“Anyway, the bad guys are gone, you’ve got the merc with a mouth on your side now, and I think that’s enough heroics for today. We really should head back to the TVA so they can fix my world and your uh…everything. Oh man, Paradox is gonna be pissed because i broke his nose, but eh. Oh, and if you ever need me,” he looked over at the other mutant kids hiding between the trees, “just give a shout. Or fire a flare. I love dramatic entrances.”

Logan looked at him, then at Laura, who shrugged, just as confused as he was.

“I don’t need a damn sidekick,” he muttered.

Deadpool waved dismissively. “Oooh, sidekick? No, no, no. Think of me as your chaotic, slightly insane co-hero. Or better yet, let’s be best friends.”

Logan sighed, clearly done with this conversation. As he walked off with Laura in tow, Deadpool flashed a peace sign behind them.

„We should totally get chimichangas later. Or shawarma, like the Avengers. How about both? What do you think? Is there a place that sells both chimichangas and shawarma?”

Logan ignored him and kept walking with Laura in tow. Wade watched them go before crouching down and pulling out his phone to take a selfie with the bodies of Rice and his henchmen in the background.

“Yep,” he said, grinning into the camera, “definitely nailed it.”

Then he pressed the TVA device and opened a portal. Logan made his way through the underbrush toward the glowing gate while Deadpool followed, hopping along like it was a stroll in the park.

“You know the best thing about this being a fanfiction?” Deadpool asked, clearly not a fan of silence.

Logan growled. „I have no idea what you’re talking about in the first place.“

Deadpool patted the mutant on the shoulder and grinned beneath his mask. “Well, the best thing is that it’s not part of the movie. Which means, my hairy friend, that Hugh Jackman doesn’t have to bulk up for six months and eat nothing but chicken and broccoli to get those gorgeous muscles. He can just sit back and relax with a latte while the author types away all those rock-hard abs and veins.”

Logan shot him a sideway glance, deadpan. “You’re an idiot.”

“And you look damn good for a washed-up mutant with adamantium poisoning.”

And with that, Wade pulled out his phone again, zoomed in on Logan’s butt, and snapped a picture.

[sciderman]

Now that we are remembering mercenary Spiderman in the alternate timeline, I do have some questions.

1) Even Wade knew that their relationship would be SOOOO TOXIC AND DOOMED TO FAIL, my horny ass need to ask this. Would the sex would be worse with the morally dark Peter?, cause I think he would be a super selfish lover (I don't do this question in the askblog, cause I might add more emotional turmoil into poor Wade.)

2) is that Peter gonna be ok in his lonely timeline?, or is something that we better not to worry about.

3) this is not a question, but I think it is fun to add. I do remember when after Peter died in Civil War, Wade shows two intersecting factors about him. (Although I might be wrong in some

A) Although Peter is always angry and bitter, Wade is scarier, when he is actually angry.

B) While Peter is a creator and protector (cause he's is a genius scientist super hero), it seems Wade is a man that gets things done, he is actually really good at fixing stuff (not for the greater good and more for his own and loved ones gains). Yeah he kinda messed up the time stream, but no one's seems brothered about it., both of them bring the best of each other even though it is not perfect is cute and healthy.

C) Wade has healed a lot, he recognized unhealthy behaviours from himself and others ( one reason he denied edgy hot Peter), and choose the healthiest option

D) Wade is so hot

I really loved what you gift us with these two boys

hooh man, hooh man. okay. 1) good question! there is many a fic for that. i didn't write anything, but xenospider on AO3 put the time in. 9319 shades of grey - tl;dr - you're right. alt!peter is selfish in bed. selfish in life. selfish in just about everything. the opposite of the peter we know and love. that's not to say the sex is worse - this peter is more experienced - but all of the freak that lives in nasty, dirty, twisted peter also lives within our timid wallflower too. one just has to unlock it. similarly, nasty, dirty, twisted peter also has the same generous, romantic heart that beats under that heartless facade. one just has to unlock it. so after a warming-up period, you'll find that they're both equally good lovers. they're both peter parker, after all.

2) this timeline doesn't exist no mo! rest assured - in this universe, it's not the whole - two universes existing concurrently, no sir. this peter is our peter. they aren't two separate peters who can meet in the multiverse, no sir. the only way wade can visit that peter again is if he alters history again. this peter is fortunately not lonely. he's head-over-heels! in love with his boyfriend who has thighs like a tree, and he has a job at the bugle, and has never made a kill, (as far as we know).

3) to your point B – deadpool's kind of the embodiment of second chances, to me. he's just – that's his real mutant ability. always, somehow, managing to get a second chance. even if he thinks he doesn't deserve it - he always makes it happen. that's his origin - and he just keeps finding a way, over and over. to your point C - really, i don't know if any option is ever healthy for one wade wilson but - his decision to decline edgy hot peter was less about what's good for him and more about what's good for the world. the world is uglier without a hero like spider-man to make it brighter. he could stay with this peter and make a lot of freaky sex and win over his heart all over again - he did it once, he can do it twice - but - he didn't pick the selfish option. he didn't indulge - because he knows the world is better with heroes in it. he knows it isn't right.

for once, this was a decision wade didn't make for him. he made it for the world. he did it so the world would be a better place. he's a selfless hero. kisses him.

and to point d, you're so right. kissing him again.

thank you!!

[wolvertooth]

thinking about how wolverine is known by like every hero on the planet, and how thats probably weird for sabretooth to witness, since he knew him before all the wolverine stuff. but sabes has gotten a pretty good reputation over the years as well.

all the xmen villains are definitely familiar with him, the avengers know him, spiderman knows him, death knows him, he's top of the mercenary business, fucked with and by hydra, and he's had enough broadcast public mental breakdowns that (at least in the 80s/90s) hes made a household name for himself too.

like he may not be the most well known villain, but hes still one of the most well known mutants.

[bewiiitched]

⟩ Sexdoll (chapter eight)

• Autor's note: I had a hard time getting inspired the last few days and this isn't what I planned at all but then it did come to my mind how is supposed to be two Logan's (and two Laura's) in Deadpool timeline since Logan is still alive in 2024. And well, things are gonna get bittersweet.

Warnings: none.

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It's no small victory that Logan has decided to sleep next to her again. And the mutant can't ignore how, in small steps, the alcohol in her life is diminishing.

There was no part of him that would have dared to broach the subject, not when the amount of alcohol she ingested was minimal compared to his own, but being aware of the inferior healing factor in her was a constant torment, so he is caught completely off guard when the bottles are not replenished in the wooden display case where she kept them. The pack of beer she bought was only replenished on Tuesdays, and now her extra pay was only based on money. Nightmares are cured by the warmth of his chest instead of the burning in her throat from cheap liquor. The same bottle of Vodka remains half full for weeks even though she can't sleep, and when worries plague her, they take a backseat as her fingers wrap around his hair and the tips of her fingers make small circles on his scalp.

However, it's not the only achievement, since despite her initial reluctance, Logan ended up accepting to work with Wade on some of his missions. The idea was not foreign to her, since she had received the same offer from the mercenary in the past and could count on the fingers of one hand the times she had accepted, given that she refused to use her powers on others and although the type of criminals had varied considerably, in her case she always focused on attacking organized crime gangs, getting some information and letting Wilson finish the job.

The sound of the hands of the clock hanging on the wall is her only company when cleaning, and she unconsciously hums a song to motivate herself, that is until she hears a light tapping on the window that faces the street. She doesn't need to look to know what it is about him since his smell is enough, and when she turns to see him over her shoulder, his grumpy expression makes it clear that he is rethinking his decision.

“Has it gone that badly?” She asks, trying to hide the hint of amusement in her tone. Her last “job” had been half a year ago, but she couldn't blame the mutant for getting exasperated when Wade didn't take the situation seriously. Her hand goes to a bottle of Jack Daniels that is on top of the shelf, when his hand grabs her wrist, stopping her from standing on her toes to grab it.

“No need. ” He answers, his tone is a little rougher due to tiredness, but his touch is just as gentle as ever as his hand positions itself on her lower back. “I thought he wasn't serious during our time in the void. In comparison, I was wrong.”

He growls, and can't help but laugh at it, he breaks off with a light hum and his hands position themselves over hers, gently pushing them away as he turns around, both of them face to face, she can't help but glance at his suit.

“ So you're the hero of the city now?” She murmurs, her hand runs down his chest, and Logan clenches his jaw with his hand closing on her wrist, stopping her.

“ I'm not hero, doll. ” His response is instantaneous and she gives him a guilty look, but that doesn't mean she agrees, she had believed that they had gotten out of that pit of guilt and rejection, but obviously she was wrong. “ Even if I saved your timeline, it's the least I could do. ”

He adds, his expression more tense than before as he sees the challenge in her gaze, but she doesn't answer. His brow furrows more and more as the seconds pass and the words are on the tip of her tongue. “He told me how you were about to sacrifice yourself, not just anyone is willing to die for strangers.”

She emphasizes, and his wrist twists free of her grip to wrap both hands around his neck. His brown gaze darkens as he remembers the event, how Wade had cataloged him as the best Wolverine shortly after and yet, the events of his past still haunted him.

She is not the best example to get him out of that pit of darkness, but she tries to move the subject away.

“You know how Wade wasn't born mutated...” she begins, only to stop when he sees her expression, and realizes that in reality, he didn't know that detail. Her lips turn into a line as she senses that this isn’t territory she needs to be talking about, so despite the confusion on the mutant’s face, she continues speaking, putting a finger to her lips when he opened his mouth to interrupt her. “Well, now you know. None of the victims did it, actually. There was this whole process to create a mutation, and I spent months sabotaging the creation of new mutants.”

Something clicks in Logan’s brain and she can see the understanding in his expression, it’s almost adorable how she can see the gears in his head turning and connecting the dots. “He told me how you took over in the torture.”

She hums in response, a look of regret crossing her face. “I didn’t always do it because I could get caught, but in the absence of a regenerative factor, I would turn off the nerves so they wouldn’t feel pain and interrupt the whole process, but they always ended up dying…”

The dismay is written on her face and hee lower lip trembles slightly at the memory. Even worse when she has the shadow of Francis’ hands on her neck after discovering what she had been doing.

“You had good intentions…” Her snort cuts him off.

“Hell is full of good intentions.” She answers dryly, brushing the hair from her face. “If I had never been taken out of the base and sent on all those missions, everything would still be the same, I would still be torturing innocent people or sabotaging their progress, but I would be still killing people.”

But it would all end the same, with death or dozens of supersoldiers. They learned from Stryker, controlling mutants is deadly, but mutating humans is unstable.”

The frustration is obvious, but her small outburst doesn't let the mutant's flinch go unnoticed at the mention of Stryker. And although Wilson had vaguely given her details of the multiverse, she hadn't been able to help but wonder if all of its variants got the adamantium claws and ended up being a heavyweight through the same process.

They both try to get rid of each other's wounds but it's like putting out a fire with gasoline. “I'm not like you, or Wade. I brought on everything that happened to me.”

She finishes, and silence is all she finds from the mutant, his gaze goes to his own suit, the only memory he had of his own universe, he remembers the screams in the same way that the young woman remembers the only two times she fought against Francis.

“I lost control when I got back to the mansion. “He starts, but his voice shakes. “All I could focus on was the smell of blood, I could still smell the traces of fear and worry that were in the rooms, and they were all gone.” He says through gritted teeth, his gaze filled with helplessness as he continues. “They were still looking for more mutants when I killed them, every single one of them… I started losing control more often.”

His voice sounds thick, and he sees her nod slightly, understanding written all over her face as she looks away, a shaky sigh. “Alcohol was the only thing that could keep me distracted, I needed to drown that rage, but I could barely contain it. ”

Looking up, she swallows, confirming in that instant how he had followed her in her attempt to quit alcohol, although theirs had been a gradual process, part of her was tempted to tell him that there was no need for him to join her sobriety but she could barely imagine the frustration it must be that his regenerative factor would eliminate the alcohol in his body when he wanted to forget the memories and she only used it to fight a few nightmares. “Don’t do it…”

She murmurs without hiding her concern, her gaze focusing on one of the many bottles that had been left on the bar, and despite the bitter taste in their mouths that they both shared from their experiences, his expression softens in understanding and a growl rumbles in his throat.

It had been about two months since their first meeting, but that's when Logan realizes how his heartbeat is pounding in his ears at the gleam in her eyes, a mix of guilt and devotion as if he were worthy of something more than perpetuating the path of violence he had always followed, as if she had decided to stay with him despite everything, as if her hands could be used for something more than getting blood on themselves. The faith he perceives from her dries his throat, although the sensation is not entirely unknown, he had felt the same rejection with Laura and Wade at their expectations, how they believed it could be something better than what it was, as they knew it was from the beginning.

He keeps thinking about how little he really knows about the situation, how Wade barely detailed how Ajax and her came to confront each other at some point, being the background of her being removed to external missions and in turn, the little he knows about his own roommate, it's not that he completely trusts the mercenary's versions when she had made it clear that there were certain aspects that she was hiding from him. And he can't help but think of the scene as Wade had told him, how it had been a matter of time before it was discovered, so being present in the fight alone was like watching two divorced parents argue.

It had happened days before his escape, Wilson was no stranger to what the female had been doing for weeks, and it had become a sort of silent pact between them that she was relieving him of torture even after he had mutated. So she found himself visiting him more often, gravitating around him and ignoring his jokes and questions, being more like a puppet that appeared and disappeared for nothing more than trying to repair the damage she helped to create.

Not that it was any different that time, entering the basement where they kept him she barely gave a nod to greet him, but she still found it difficult to adjust to the idea that his body did not show the signs of torture to which they continued to subject it. Sometimes she was tempted to answer him, but she always kept silent since she knew how constant Ajax's presence was on both of them, and the special interest he had developed in testing his limits.

A syringe of her blood preceded the familiar tickle on her fingertips, how they wave through his body, noticing the previous pain under her touch only to see the spasms in his body as she forcefully calms it, his muscles relaxing, his skin tickling and his breathing regulating.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” is all she says, but she can barely get out of the place and into the hallway when a hand closes on her neck, lifting her up, the figure of Ajax stopping her in his iron grip giving her no room to speak.

“Of course you will.” he hisses, everything in him screams danger and Wilson’s voice in the background reaches her ears, but she can barely pay attention to it when Everything around her sounds distant. And then she feels it, the burning in her body that makes her fingers curl, every muscle in her body tensing and like an electric current, she hears him growl, his grip losing strength as her powers take over. Panic won’t let her think clearly, and she goes all out when her hand closes on his arm, the spasms in his body beginning and her feet hitting the ground again. Years of holding back makes losing strength in her senses and reflexes feel like sinking into quicksand, and it only makes her more alert, since the only advantage she has is that she can paralyze him, that not hurting him.

“Don’t even think about telling them,” she threatens, and her tone is relentless, her hand traveling to her lower back, pulling out a gun that she places on his forehead. “No feeling pain and no having nerves are two different things.”

She reminds him and there is a dangerous edge to it, one that makes her see how the cornered animal she is and that she won’t stop once she snaps, but it’s not just the certainty in her words that creates fire in his gaze, but how even though he wants to tear her apart, his body is numb and it only gets worse, his legs ending up giving out.

Despite the situation, she is reluctant to kill him, making it obvious that she feels pushed to do so so even when she puts the safety back on the gun, her powers still affect him, and the look he gives them both from the floor when she leaves the room is promising.

(...)

“Logan?” Her voice, shy and worried, brings him out of his thoughts, and he clears his throat. She doesn’t realize it, but he remembers the mercenary’s words and there is no past destructive enough that can make him think of her as nothing more than a victim of circumstances.

“You held back. “He murmurs, more to himself than to her and she sees his brow furrow in confusion. His tongue moistening his lips as she sits up and her arms leave his neck.

“with who?” she asks, a slow blink that could be almost comical.

“Him.” He answers seriously, and the tension in her body is immediate, no need to name his original version. But he is not wrong and she gives a slight nod in response as she waits for him to continue, to make his point clear so when he doesn’t, it is she who falters in her speech.

“It’s different.” Her words come out halting but she is defensive as she looks at him. “I didn’t want to hurt him, I guess I subconsciously didn’t go all in. Francis, though…”

The last time she faces him, she can't recognise herself, blood boiling at the recent news and both aware of each other, what their actions had meant for the project, both on a tight rope as Ajax was seen as the one esponsible for the escape of the now called Deadpool and the burning of the former lab.

Her comings and goings to the base are becoming more and more spaced out in time, the missions becoming more constant and she tries not to think too much when her main purpose is based on attracting more helpless people who can mutate while Francis cleaned up the mess.

So when her new purpose reaches her ears, everything around her explodes. — AJAX!

Her scream echoes, the sound of her heels resonating on the floor as she searches for him, door by door and hallway by hallway, ignoring how the rest of the staff evaporates as she walks, everything in her trembles and she sees red when she finally finds him coming out of a torture room, his white coat splattered with blood.

She advances towards him in giant steps before launching herself at him, fueled by fury, helplessness written on her face that only grows when he dodges her fist and grabs her wrist only to receive a kick to the stomach that sends him against the door frame and drags her with him, in response her wrist creaks, but there is no scream that follows the breaking of the joint.

His gaze darkens as a satisfied smile grows on her face, the understanding that they both feel no pain now, so forcing her damaged limb, she twists it free of his hold but Ajax is faster and grabs her hair, slamming her face into the wall, again and again, the crack of her nose preceding the shudder that indicated her control over her own body was failing so she doesn't even consider using her fluids. The third time he goes to hit her, her foot hits the wall hard creating distance as she pushes her body back, her hand grabbing the one that was pulling her hair and they both give in, for different reasons, taking a while to process that he has frozen behind her, a moan escaping her lips as her power returns to its original state. And when she finally recovers, the tension in her body is evident, the pain being fuel for her burning gaze.

She turns sharply, still holding her hair in his hand, and pulls a knife from her thigh sheath, stabbing his chest until all her frustration comes out, she just growls and gasps, seeing his body covered in blood as they both fall to the ground, her power over him and her fury only growing at the thought that it doesn't hurt him.

She registers Angel’s voice screaming her name, but when she looks up seeing her approaching from the end of the hallway, the bloodlust written on her face makes her stop halfway. The wariness in her gaze because it’s clear her powers have been unleashed if Ajax is like this.

“Back off.” She grunts, not stopping herself from attacking him, abandoning the knife and hitting the back of his head over and over again like moments before he had broken her nose. Out of the corner of her eye he sees her approach, and her expression turns condescending when the mutated woman’s hand closes on her forearm.

“Wait for me there, sweetheart.” She murmurs to Francis in disgust before focusing on her new problem, watching her squirm listlessly and her touch abandons him to focus on her, grabbing her arm and making her feel nothing but pain until she finally passes out, falling with a thud.

“I thought you’d like the new position.” He scoffs, spitting blood and her foot slams into his stomach in anger, the tip of her heel digging into his flesh.

“I’m not a fucking whore.” She hisses, still shaken by the thought of having to face the damn wolverine. And the laughter that follows lets her know he doesn’t agree, but it’s cut short when she grabs him by the neck, kneeling down and lowering herself to his height as his body obeys her. “I don’t know how you convinced them but you better get this shit sorted while I’m gone. Because if I die, you’re Wilson’s whore.” ”

(...)

To this day, she still blamed the mercenary for not having recorded Francis' death but it was something she had learned to live with until her birthday came around and she remembered it again.

“ That was the last time I lost control like that, and well, you know the rest.” She speaks, but she can't hide the satisfaction she felt at having unleashed on him after so long. “ The only reason we didn't kill each other was because we were both crucial...”

His expression is unreadable as he looks at her, but his gaze softens as he remembers the incident that had occurred at the bar during his absence, understanding the reluctance to lose control, and he can't say he disagrees, the murderous rage he had felt after the death of the group had shaken him to the bone.

“ Let's go home. ” She whispers, her voice vibrating low as she tries to ignore how her heartbeat is racing, the discomfort she felt after having opened up to him like so many other times and him still not judging her, not seeing her as the monster she felt she was, the one she had become after activating her powers having isolated herself from all physical contact at the risk of harming others, how she had stained her hands with blood for never being able to control herself, how even after managing to suppress herself her powers were still a danger, despite being studied by the project as if to conclude that her fluids could be useful even if she wasn't involved, specifically, her blood.

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[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the unkillable mercenary. ﹚: alessio arias 781 .𖹭 ݁

. . . need a man after midnight !? 🍒 : “ oh come on cariño — yeah I'm a bad influence but I'm fun aren't I? think you could use some fun. . . so how about it? could have a lot of that with you in my lap, ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ enigma

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ italian spaniard

꒰ age ꒱ 31

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ enfp

꒰ alias ꒱ the reaper, god’s perfect idiot ♡, the emerald scourge ( remedy members ), the defender ( civilians )

꒰ story ꒱ 

chaotic and full of grins, alessio arias is known for his effortless charm, flirty exterior and sense of humour. he lives for havoc, is what's been rumoured. befitting, for a mercenary such as himself.

at day, a charismatic mechanical engineer and art student - but a feared, almost lunatic mercenary by night known as the reaper. 'unkillable' is what they call him but he laughs every time. oh he's very much killable. he just keeps crawling back. a bullet wound healed, an arm regrown, cells to joints to bones. he always finds a way back.

he seems to be roped in with the heroes every now and then, but he'd be damned to call himself that. his true mission lies in weeding out every last member of that blasted anti-enigma organisation; someone's gotta be a monster, don't they? and he's exceptional at such. 

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

dark, slightly messy and wavy medium-length hair, which extends just above the base of his neck

emerald green eyes ( with bordered pupils ), black eyeliner below his lids with faint black smudged eye shadow. has a vertical piercing on his left eyebrow

fair olive skin tone. two beauty spots below the right corner of his eye. masculine facial features with a few androgynous aspects here and there

6’7” ( 201cm ) and an athletic build of lean muscle

punk goth styled fashion. typically wears a lot of blacks with green accents. lots of leather jackets and black combat boots along with silver jewellery. especially silver chains around his belt loops

typically has black lipstick on his upper lip. sometimes uses a lip piercing

piercing littered ears; standard lobe piercings on each, whereas his right ear has a triple lobe, an orbital and a forward helix piercing —  the left wears a triple stacked helix and a daith

midline tongue piercing and stud on the right side of his nose

wears silver and black rings along with bracelets

sometimes paints his nails black

silver nipple piercings

 

꒰ personality ꒱

charming and charismatic. characterised by his signature grin, often teasing

a maniac, is what people often call him. best known for his chaotic, eccentric attitude

a charmer, flirtatious and bold. always up for a challenge

doesn’t keep his mouth shut sometimes, definitely loud-mouthed

mischievous and teasing, always joking around and sometimes being a bit silly

might come off as intimidating because of his confident front and bold persona ( has a bit of a bad boy esque )

incredibly protective of those he holds dear and the less strong, has a reputation of putting people around the university in their place ( and making it look like an accident )

isn’t all playful and pleasant as he may seem, extremely morally grey as his job outside of university is hunting down an organisation known as “remedy” for the experimentation on mutants

can be incredibly vengeful and ready to do whatever it takes to achieve his goal

can be reckless and even self-destructive. most definitely has a darker side to him, however masks this with humour

becomes far more terrifying when all the jokes and grins drop completely

deep down, is an extremely anxious and shattered person. feels immense guilt over the atrocities that he has committed. is far more shattered and emotionally vulnerable than people think

a person who is deeply caring when it all boils down to it. someone who thinks he is a monster but actually has a heart of gold with those he cares about or those in need

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

fun and hyper boyfriend, with an eccentric attitude that carries chaos with it wherever he may settle his two feet, and oh he loves bringing you into it.

very flirtatious, much more than he is in his usual platonic settings and often resorts to teasing you as a way of showing his affection.

passionate and loving — often displays it through physical affection and through spoiling you rotten a lot.

a fan of touch? you’re in luck, this man is touch-starved PUPPY and will take any chance he can get to at least have his hand wrapped around your waist, shoulder or arm. it helps him feel calm.

adores playfully bullying and poking fun at you, be it through making you indescribably flustered or simply pulling at your leg.

speaking of teasing, he loves mischief and spooking you by jumping out from random corners around the dorm, just so that he can pull you into his arms and soothe you after with a wide grin on his face.’

very protective, but will always do his hardest to ensure it is not overbearing.

may also display signs of possessiveness, however, this is also a trait that he tries not to be overbearing in and ensures that he is not coming off as controlling or toxic.

loves dancing you around and taking you with him on late night drives to sing in the car and grab some snacks — and also sometimes sit with you in silence and cuddle up in the backseat.

always expect alessio to unexpectedly show up and snatch you, just to litter you with kisses, fluster you or cuddle you with him — sometimes to also play games in his apartment.

calls you up during missions just to hear your voice

ask him nicely and he would most likely burn the world down for you.

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

hyper-regenerative abilities: the ability to heal from any wound, whether it be a papercut or being disintegrated.

advanced bodily function: heightened speed, strength, agility and durability — along with advanced senses.

weapon mastery: a master of weapons and highly adaptable to anything he can get his hands on, ranging from sword to a mere fork.

immunity: due to his fast-replicating cells, most illnesses and diseases are killed off immediately before they have any sort of long-lasting affect on him

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

strawberries: he has an intense allergy to strawberries — it greatly deters his senses when consumed.

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

valerio agresta: father

elena arias perez: mother, deceased.

lorenzo agresta arias: younger brother, deceased.

rishen herrera: boyfriend

zhào talisen: frenemy

zhào yŭ xī: younger sister figure

felicity smith: ex girlfriend

luciel bealieu: ex boyfriend

the artisan: enemy.

yuè yizé: complicated

takara shimada: friend

shalika vaishya: friend

yuè mèng yáo: motherly figure, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào mùchén: enemy, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào hàoyú: best friend, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào yizé: friend, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào haitāo: friend, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

 he is a university student who majors in mechanical engineering and takes a theatre class as a minor

he speaks spanish ( castilian ) and italian

he knows asl

he is apart of the university dance club

he plays both acoustic and electric guitar

he smokes cigarettes

he has many goldfish named bob

[seriousfic]

I get wanting to do something with the stillborn Celestial, because look at it, fuck.

I don't get the adamantium, though. Is it just a forced X-Men reference? Is the idea that somewhere, bone claws Logan is just walking around and Canada is going to get their hands on some adamantium, start the Weapon X program, bring Logan in, give him an adamantium skeleton, he'll wake up with no memories, go on the run, have some misadventures, eventually meet up with the X-Men, possibly have some adventures with them... before we finally get an X-Men movie, set in the present day, with adamantium!Wolverine and all the other mutants.

And that all STARTS in 2025, or maybe back in 2021, assuming someone immediately picked up some adamantium and immediately thought they could graft it to somebody's bones maybe.

Especially since Wolverine showed up in the very last movie and is now just wandering around. Is the idea that when Hugh Jackman retires, there's going to be a second Wolverine waiting to go with no crosstime shenanigans?

I'm just saying here... wouldn't it make more sense for it to vibranium? You could draw the Wakandans into the conflict, since they'd be pretty screwed if a metaphorical ton of vibranium hit the open market (because it's literally like a million tons of vibranium, look at that motherfucker). And it'd be a juicy conflict since it's not like they had some right to all vibranium everywhere, even if they see that as necessary for their society to keep functioning. Maybe you could have the Hatut Zeraze doing shady shit to advance Wakanda's interests. Maybe they could disable Bucky's arm and Sam's wings and they'd have to reckon with allying with a country that is willing to unilaterally disarm them as soon as they're on different sides of an issue.

Maybe you could have Doctor Doom sending a guy to get him vibranium because hey, free vibranium without having to invade Wakanda. Score.

You could even bring Namor in, because he's the type who would say "Hey, it's in the ocean, it's mine, I don't even need it, but fuck you, you're not getting it."

Instead, it sounds like the conflict doesn't really engage with much of anything and is just about the Leader trying to get revenge, with no notable heroes or villains being involved except for Sam and a few mercenaries hired to go against him. And the other side is just Japan, with a totally normal navy and army.

You could do more. You could say "oh, Japan has struck a deal with the Black Widows or the Extremis survivors or Baron Mordo"... someone... and now they're backing Japan's play. I know this isn't asking too much. Past Captain America movies had Batroc the Leaper and Crossbones. Or if you have to do the Leader, why not say he's being sponsored by a country that's letting him do illegal gamma radiation experiments and loaning out the results for their dirty work? Sam could be fighting a bunch of soldiers and suddenly, one of them halfway Hulks out, grows a huge, superstrong arm that he tries to smash Sam with, all the time looking like a circus freak...

It's a strong concept, is what I'm saying. The MCU was inspired by the Ultimates, which was all about how superheroes would be sucked into a global arms race to determine who could and would weaponize and mass-produce this new technology. It's kinda boring to just say everyone's wearing fatigues and shooting guns at each other when you could push it further.

Does this at all look like a good supervillain for an imaginative comic book movie?