Trustworthy || Spiderman!Keith And Deapool!Lance AU

Trustworthy || Spiderman!Keith And Deapool!Lance AU

A_StreakOf_Blue24

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Last published Sun, Dec 16, 2018

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DISCONTINUED "Trustworthy ˈtrʌs(t)wəːði/ adjective able to be relied on as honest or truthful. "leave a spare key with a trustworthy neighbour" synonyms:reliable, dependable, honest" Keith's a Highschool student with high hopes and high grades but his attitude and anti-social behavior is holding him back from that perfect report. He also might have a crush on the new kid. However, on a school trip to a local laboratory something strange happens to him, that might just change his life. Lance is the 'new kid', as most people like to call him. He changed to schools for unknown reasons and he's finding it hard to fit on with only one family friend, Hunk, at the new school. He is hiding a big though secret. One not even his family knows... (...Which is definitely not that he's an superhero who can break the fourth-wall and is editing what the author writes. Did I mention Lance is handsome? No? Well he is. Just saying). When these to collide they'll realise what's really going on behind the scenes while they slowly develop feelings for each other. But the question is... Who can you really trust? ...(Trust me! I mean ahem... You can trust Lance though, he's trustworthy). ------------------------------ All artwork and cover art goes to the respectable artist! I own none of the artwork used! I do not own these characters either!

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