I absolutely adored the Deadpool & Wolverine movie and this idea sprung into my head. I suggest that you perhaps don't read this if you dislike marvel/Deadpool and/or don't want brain damage. If you already have brain damage, then get ready for more. Non canon silly chapter I made for fun and will likely delete or put somewhere else. Most will probably dislike it, but I found it fun to write.
Takes place after Hit defeats Goliath but returns at night, as he manages to find his backpack. Unfortunately for him, someone incredibly annoying gets in his way, ultimately leading to a cosmic disagreement. Split into two due to image limitations. Also, thanks to Wattpad, I cannot seem to centre text. Great website!
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*GRRRROOOOARRR!!!*
Defiled monsters roared and screamed. Two-headed Minotaurs bleated; six-eyed hellhounds howled; twin-tailed Hard Armoured armadillos hissed... A stampede of pus-encrusted creatures raced from an immense plaza's periphery and drew inwardly, all aiming for a pair of individuals at its centre.
At the room's heart, two men stood in a one-sided embrace. One was an amethyst-haired adventurer, garbed in lavender clothes. Muscles screamed from beneath his tight vestments, coiling like a wound spring. The man stood in a slight crouch, holding a blushing companion in a loose bridal pose. Crimsoneyes burned as the stern man glared down at the oddly dressed stranger in his arms, with one eyebrow furrowing in confusion.
Below, his partner stared upwards, longingly. He was dressed in a red-leather, full-body suit, bordered by black accents and shoulder pads. His agape face was hidden by a similarly designed mask, eyes surrounded by two large black leather decorations. The widened orbs themselves were covered by white slits, which shone in the red light reflecting from above. Twin katanas were stowed within black scabbards, jingling in the tumultuous whirlwinds. One of the mercenary's arms rose and wound itself around his saviour's rear, whilst the other circled his chest, invitingly.
*RRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAARRRRR*
The room shook under an immense roar. A fountain of blood and pus rained from above, originating from a zombified Black Wyvern. The dragon screeched as it circled its prey below, shivering with a hungered snarl.
The jumpsuit clad man tightened his inappropriate embrace, drawing puckered lips up to the other's cringing face as if expecting a loving kiss.
Closer.
Closer.
Nearly there!
"Enough! CUT, CUT! STOP!!!"
Roaring dragons; stampeding beasts; and embracing 'lovers' froze in place and time stopped entirely.
"Alright! That's enough of that! God, spoiled right at the start of the chapter! Love stories are supposed to build up! ...Because that's what this is: another love story... Huff... Let's take a breather, everyone... Feel free to get refreshments."
"You obviously know who that lavender haired hunk is, but the slower ones among you are probably wondering who the handsome devil in red is... The smart ones already have their special sock at the ready..."
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An Assassin's Adventure: The Great Conjunction
FanfictionAs the multiversal tournament of power draws to a close, all mortal life in Universe 6 is obliterated. Unexpectedly, Hit, its legendary millennium assassin, is pardoned and given a second chance at life. His soul is whisked away, bypassing the fabri...
