Soulmate au
Soulmate au
Soulmate au
When a skilled but solitary eagle mutant sniper crosses paths with two unlikely soulmates. Deadpool, the chaotic mercenary, and Wolverine, the gruff yet unexpectedly tender warrior, his carefully guarded world is...
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"I didn't ask for soulmates. But I guess the universe doesn't care what I want."
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The soft morning light filtered through the cracked blinds, casting uneven shadows across the living room. Y/n blinked groggily, his body still aching from the events of the night before.
A quiet snore pulled him from his thoughts.
Tilting his head, Y/n's sharp eyes landed on Wade, sprawled out on the floor next to the couch. The mercenary was a sight: one leg bent awkwardly, an arm draped over his masked face, and his other hand clutching a well-loved stuffed unicorn.
Y/n blinked, fighting the urge to laugh at the absurdity. Of course Wade would sleep like that.
Y/n smirked faintly at the sight, but his gaze shifted quickly to scan the rest of the room for Logan. The older mutant was nowhere to be seen, which meant he was probably holed up in the bedroom.
Good.
With a soft grunt, Y/n eased himself off the couch, moving slowly to avoid disturbing Wade. The last thing he needed was to deal with the merc's chatter first thing in the morning. He tested his footing, wincing as the dull ache in his stomach flared, but he managed to stay upright.
Step one: Get out of here. Step two: Figure out the rest later.
He tiptoed toward the door, pausing briefly to glance back at Wade. The merc stirred slightly, muttering something unintelligible, but didn't wake. With a relieved breath, Y/n turned the knob and slipped outside, carefully closing the door behind him.
The hallway was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Y/n walked a few steps before leaning against the wall, pulling out his phone. There was no way he could walk all the way home—not in this state so he did the next best thing.
He scrolled through his contacts, landing on a familiar name.
With a soft sigh, he pressed the call button.
Ring Ring Ri-
Ring, ring, ri—
"Yo, what's up, N/N?" came Ian's voice, casual and chipper as always.
"Hey," Y/n said, his voice low to avoid echoing in the hallway. "You busy?"
"Nah, just finished a job," Ian replied. "What's going on? You sound like shit."
Y/n sighed, shifting his weight uncomfortably. "Got roughed up last night. Need a ride."
There was a brief pause before Ian spoke again, his tone more serious. "How bad are we talking?"
