A/N: Just a little something to go by. A legend, of sorts to keep track of the Fictional Characters from other forms of media that I will be "borrowing" for a disclosed amount of time.

•Wade Wilson (Ryan Reynolds): I'm pretty sure almost everyone knows who this is. This is the man behind the mask of the iconic movie hero-vigilante "Deadpool". But for the story's sake, we're going with the version where he wasn't mutated and still retained his human looks. So yeah, basically Ryan Reynolds.

•Vanessa (Morenna Baccarin): Wade's wife in the movie Deadpool and is his wife here in the story also.

•Vesemir: Is a fictional character from the "Witcher" series. But for visual's sake, I'm using the Vesemir from the Witcher 3: Wild Hunt game. He's also Wade's father in this.

•Lady Olenna (Diana Rigg): The Queen of Thorns herself. An iconic character in the once smash hit HBO series "Game Of Thrones". If you don't know what she looks like or who she is in general then I suggest you first research her before you continue. She's also Wade's mom.

•Decim: Is the white-haired bartender in the anime "Death Parade" and he's the Uni-Guild's Bartender.

•Willaim "Billy" Butcher (Karl Urban but with a hella lot of facial hair): From the Amazon Prime original TV series "The Boys". In this story of mine, he's the second in command of the Vale Special Forces and is Grace Mallory's most trusted. More on her soon. He also has a cockney accent. And I apologize profusely if I end up insulating any actual British people that read this story and think the dialogues I wrote for Butcher are absolute trash. Just know I tried my best to use my innate knowledge of the British language and resorted mostly to google translate. Please don't crucify me, English people. XD

•Born Marvin a.k.a. "Mother's Milk" (Las Alonzo): An afro American character in the same Amazon Prime series. In this story, he's close friends with Butcher and the rest of the members of their group.

•Frenchie (Tomer Capon): In the same Amazon Prime series his character is only ever called "Frenchie" so to give him a name I decided to use the name of the actor who plays him. And thus, Tomer Capon. He's close friends with Butcher and the team. And here is my story, he's got a thick French accent.

•Hughie Campbell (Jack Quaid): The youngest member of Butcher's group but he's older than Gerald by a few years. He's from the same Amazon Prime series and like in the show he's sorta friends with Butcher and close to the team.

And that's all for now.

Continue.

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BOOK 1: Silver and Steel

Chapter 1: Big Brother

Page #2

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When one runs at speeds too fast for even the eye to follow it doesn't really take that long for that someone to reach wherever it is that they're going. Such can be said for Gerald of Patch. It took him no more than 10 minutes to reach his intended destination. Built on top of a plateau and surrounded by mountains to act as its natural barrier against the elements, and located approximately 12 miles Northward from the Rose-Xiao Long household, was the "Tavern". A large two-story building mostly made out of oak with a cemented foundation. To Gerald, it almost looked exactly like their cottage home. The only difference was that the Tavern was bigger, wider too, and unlike their Cottage, it was colored in a monochromatic way.

"Hmm." With a grunt mixed in with a short exhale, Gerald walked towards the Tavern's oaken double doors. "Hope I'm not that late." Not bothering to stop, he placed both hands on each door and pushed them apart.

And much to his surprise, the Tavern was devoid of its usual atmosphere. The chairs and tables lied empty, the torches and chandeliers unlit, no one was doing a handstand on the second-floor railings, and there wasn't a single member of the Uni-Guild to be found.

"Ah, sir Gerald. Glad to see you finally arrive."

All except for one.

There standing behind the bar stationed in between the stairs leading to the Tavern's second floor and the stairs leading down to the sub-level floor was a white-haired man wearing a bartender uniform.

"Decim, " Gerald called out in greeting to the guild's bartender and occasional waiter as he crossed the threshold and made his way closer to the bar ", have they been waiting for me long?"

"Approximately 52 minutes have passed since the arrival of Master Vesemir's guests." The guild's trusty bartender answered astutely. Almost in a monotone manner, in fact. "But if you want to know how much time had passed since your call with Master Wade, then it has only been roughly 22 minutes and counting."

"Ah, I see. Thank you, Decim." Nearing the bar, Gerald gave Decim a nod and a small smile. "I'll go on up then. Wish me luck." He continued as he moved past the bar and continued up the stairs.

"Good luck then, sir." Gerald heard Decim call out behind him.

Arriving on the second floor, which was an assortment of numerous doors presumably leading to a number of compartments, Gerald wasted no time in making his way towards one particular door. A door made out of a smooth looking timber that had metal reinforcements. And what's more, this door had a metal engraving at its center. It was the image of a wolf. The emblem of the Uni-Guild and the symbol of the Wilson family.

"Right, " Grasping the door's knob and pausing for a second, he said steeled himself for whatever awaited him on the other side. ", let's see what's the job this time." In one motion, the young man turned the knob and pushed the door open.

He had expected a number of things. Things like walking in on Vesemir and also his wife talking to his "guests" as Wade and Vanessa chilled in the corner, bantering like an old married couple. Which they were, in retrospect. He also expected to see a fight midway from breaking loose. With all them, bar Vesemir and his wife, armed and ready. After all, with Wade Wilson, it's always either an entertainer extraordinaire or a taunting douche bag. And he's had to clean up one too many problems the latter one had brought unto him and to the guild as a whole. He expected all of that and more when he pushed open the door.

But the sight that greeted him was something that he did not expect.

There in the middle of the room, just a few feet away from Vesemir's desk, were Wade and his wife Vannessa. To be precise, they were on the bearskin rug with Vannessa on her back and legs wrapped around Wade's neck smiling all the while as the man himself raised her lower body up by holding onto her hips. Oh, and they were halfway from getting fully naked too, so there's that. And though he was admittedly a novice in the regard of sex, he was pretty damn sure that this was something that could be found in a certain media covering said topic.

"And remember gentlemen, " Waid addressed the four men standing across from him and Vanessa. ", if you're going to-"

"Ah, Gerald!" With a smile, Olenna Wilson, the wife of Vesemir Wilson, called out in her usual glee from behind Vesemir's desk when she saw him open the door. Coincidentally, this also got Wade and Vanessa to stop whatever in all hell they were doing and also got the four men watching them with rapt attention to redirect their gazes to him. "Vesemir! Wake up you old galoot, he's here." Olenna slapped the armrest of the chair Vesemir was sitting on.

Speaking of, Gerald took notice of how Vesemir himself seemed to have slicked his long white hair back and tied it in what he can only assume was either a bun or a ponytail. He also appeared to be wearing his signature chainmail infused leather armoring and he would willfully hazard a guess that he had his blades somewhere behind his desk.

"You know I wasn't sleeping, dear" Vesemir, the Master of the Uni-Guild and founder of the Tavern, replied with a grunt as he opened his eyes and sat up straight on his chair. "I know you don't mind but I'd rather not bear witness to my boy granting sexual pointers to our clients while also performing said pointers." He continued before smiling towards Gerald. "I'm glad you're here now Gerald. We've plenty to discuss.",

"Well, now you arrive, " Wade addressed Gerald accusingly as he helped Vanessa up her feet. ", just as we were about to get to the fun part too."

"Hey, G." Vanessa greeted the young raven-haired man as she got up and dusted herself off.

Trying his best to real himself back to the task at hand, while also doing his best to not stare at Vanessa's chest for more than two seconds, Gerald coughed awkwardly to the side and stepped inside before closing the door behind him.

"I have no idea how the hell you two ended up doing what you were just doing right now but I don't wanna know." Gerald shook his head as he made his way closer towards the barely clothed couple. "But by the Brothers, PLEASE, clothe yourselves."

"Hey, don't worry champ," Wade reassured with a shoo of his hands as his wife gathered up their clothes. ", we'll be outta your hair real quick. We'll just move on to the other room and..hehe, finish what we started." He continued with his lips sucked in and both of his eyebrows raised repeatedly as he looked at his wife knowingly.

"Oooohhh, definitely." Vanessa agreed a little too enthusiastically.

Jeez, these two are horny as fuck. Gerald thought to himself as he shook his head with crossed arms. But then again, when have these two ever NOT been horny when they're in the same room?

Never. Since their first meeting all but six years ago until now.

"Well, thank you, my son and you too as well Vanessa darling for entertaining us for as long as you have." Olenna thanked the young couple warmly in her motherly fashion. "But now I'm afraid we must require the room for our business." She finished, gesturing for them to leave the room.

"No need to tell us twice Lady Olenna." With her clothes and Wade's tucked under her left arm, she grabbed her husband's hand and tugged him in tow as she made her way to the door. "See ya later, G." She winked at Gerald as she and her husband moved past him.

"Good luck, buddy." Smiling, Wade managed to deliver a friendly slap to Gerald's armored bicep before he was tugged past him.

"Thanks, Wade. You too with..." Facing them as they went, Gerald's face scrunched up in concentration to find the right term to use. "...with..uh, whatever you two are gonna get up to." He answered at last with a shrug of his shoulders.

And all he got for an answer were amused laughs from the young couple before they exited the room and shut the door behind them.

"Well, " Gerald started off with a breath and faced back towards the six people in the room looking to him. ", I stand by what I said earlier. I do not want to know what they were doing and why they were doing it in the first place. So let's just-"

"Oh and as always, " Interrupting Gerald mid-speech and making him turn back around, the door creaked back open with Wade peeking his head back in. ", you're welcome to join us, Gerald. We'll be in the cellar in case you wanna have some of that OOMPH before you leave. We could like, do a sandwich maneuver and you'll be the top bread. Awesome, yeah?"

"Uh...y-yeah-yeah sure, Wade. I'll..uh, think about it." Gerald uneasily replied.

He had been friends with the two of them for years now. And while he likes to think that he's gotten somewhat used to their hypersexual tendencies, there are just some times when he can't keep up. Even until now.

"Alright! See ya, buddy, love ya!" Wade happily exclaimed as he retracted his head out of the doorway and shut the door right after.

There was a pregnant pause in the air that made Geralt hesitant at first to turn back around. But luckily, his saving grace came in the form of the aged Queen of Thorns herself.

"Ha-ha! Honestly, my boy, I've no idea how in the bloody blazes you and my son came to be friends in the first place. Let alone the best of friends." Lady Olenna Wilson, a woman who despite her age is still renowned 'till this day as a woman who's wit is as sharp as her tongue, proclaimed in an amused tone as she clasped her hands together. The woman herself was wearing her signature rose embroidered golden dress. "But alas, such is Lady Destiny, a mystery to all and an answer to no one. Hm-hm."

"Yeah, well, it's...uh, it's a pretty long story," Gerald answered with a cough, as he turned back to face the Mr. and Mrs. of the Tavern. "And I honestly don't think you really ought to know what happened on that day, Lady Olenna." He continued with a shake of his head as he thought back the numerous series of unfortunate events that led their destinies to each other.

This made the Queen of Thorns laugh into her hand as she too shook her head in amusement.

"Well, dis 'as been pret'y dandy an' all but 'ows about we get ter' business already?" One of the men, the one standing front and center of their little four-man group, spoke up in an accent that Gerald couldn't quite place. "We've been waitin' 'ere an awful while an' we're sorta on da clock 'ere, so we'd appreciate it if ya stop runnin' yer mowfs fer five minutes so we can finally talk."

Doing his best to suppress the feeling of his temper slowly spiking up, Gerald narrowed his eyes a little as he faced the man who had just spoken. "Yes, of course. Sorry for the delay." He said to the man. And he couldn't help the tiniest makings of a growl mixing in with his voice. "Please, " Gerald gestured to the man. ", speak away."

"Fuckin' finally." Gerald heard the man mutter under his breath as he stepped closer to the young Branwen. "Alright, " The man continued, now using his normal voice. ", top ov da mornin' to ya kid, " He greeted in a way that made it too damn obvious he didn't actually mean it. ", da name's William Butcher. And deese fine gentlemen behind me are me associates." The man now known as William Butcher gestured to the men behind him.

From what Gerald could see, this William man had a tanned skin tone and dark hair almost as black as his. He was also wearing a black trench coat with a patterned shirt underneath. And as for his bottom attire, he wore trousers and a pair of boots colored in the same way as his coat. Most of all his facial hair gave him the usual gruff kind of look Gerald had seen many times before.

"Hum on then, don't be a bunch ov wussy cunts, " Butcher addressed his so-called "associates". ", introduce yaahrselves."

"Oh! Uh...hiya there, " The man on the right stepped forward first with a stammer. ", my name's Hughie Campbell and yeah, like Butcher here said, we're..uh..sorta kinda like friends."

"Oh ow, me 'eart," Butcher said in a dull tone as he slapped his hand over his heart. ", really feelin' da love there, Hughie."

Hughie himself looked like he could easily pass off as a simple citizen. What with his looks and his choice of clothing. He had fair skin and brown hair. And his attire consisted that of a gray-colored shirt, brown pants, and black tic-tac shoes.

"Bahnjour, mahn ahmi." The man on the right, a man Gerald noticed that was slightly shorter than Hughie, stepped forward and greeted in a language he was certain he had heard before once or twice before. "My name ees Tahmair Cahpahn, but my friends, zese fuckers right here, just cahll me Frenchie. Nice to meet you, gahrcahn geant."

This man had pale white skin and more or less the same shade of brown as Hughie's hair. Though due to his semi bald hair cut it made it a little harder to tell for sure. He wore a brown leather jacket over a white shirt and also wore a pair of dark gray denim pants with matching loafers.

"Guess I'm up last, " The final man behind Hughie and Frenchie spoke up. ", my name's Born Marvin. But my friends just call me M.M. for short."

This man stood taller than both Hughie and Frenchie but was give or take the same height as Butcher. He also appeared to be of Vacuan decent, judging by the man's dark skin tone. He wore a gray fitting sweatshirt paired with dark trousers. And unlike the rest of the three, he wasn't wearing shoes. Instead, he wore a pair of bright blue flip flops.

"Zat neecknahme of hees stahnds fahr mahthair's meelk, just so you know. " Frenchie said to Gerald with a small laugh.

"Fuck off, Frenchie." Marvin, or Mother's Milk as they've said, cursed at the smaller man with crossed arms and a shake of his head.

"Whaht? I'm just messeng weeth you beeg guy, you hahve to learn how to loosen up or you'll stahrt to go bahd. You know, like meelk." Frenchie continued with a grin.

"All right, " Knowing full well where that was going, Butcher spoke up and stopped Frenchie and Born from throwing hands. ", introducshun's done. So let's cut ter da chase."

"Agreed," Vesemir spoke up and grabbed Gerald's attention. "Gerald, these men you see before you may not seem like it at first glance but they are elite members of the VSF. And they're here with a Hunt we simply just cannot afford to refuse."

"The Vale Special Forces?" Gerald couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked back to the four men and focused his Aura to his eyes. And true enough, he saw that each of the men had their Aura unlocked. And it wasn't an impressive sight by any means, but the mere fact that they had it unlocked in the first place made the idea of them being members of the VSF slightly believable for Gerald. "Well, I'll be, " The young Branwen acknowledged with a surprised scoff. ", as far as I know, this is the first time the Military has ever reached out to us. What changed?" He eyed Butcher for an answer.

The reason for Gerald's surprise and question derives from the flux of the natural order that many in the kingdom of Vale have long since considered being the norm. Like how both the Military and the Huntsman factions have always dealt with their own specific enemies.

The former of the two would always be at the forefront of Human related threats to the safety and livelihood of the Kingdom such as Civil-War, Gang Wars, Terrorists, and the Criminal Empire itself. Whilst the Huntsman factions mostly deal with the Monsters of Darkness, the Grimm. With the exception of the council hiring a small number of Huntsmen to aid in some political skirmishes. Like the current case of Hunting down Roman Torchwick being a prime example of that.

And then there's Gerald's Faction. The Bounty Hunters. They essentially deal with both Human and Grimm related problems for a price that, while still quite pricey, is more affordable than hiring a Huntsman and arguably better than waiting for the Council to dispatch the Military. And for the longest time or as much as Gerald himself is aware of, both the Huntsmen and Military factions have never approached the Bounty Hunters for any sort of help.

So needless to say, the young Branwen was quite intrigued and most of all wary of this development. And for reasons that he could not decipher, he had a feeling that whatever was the cause of this change, it was something big.

"White Fang," Butcher answered, evenly gazing back at Gerald with just as much seriousness. ", an' befawer ya ask us any further quesshuns, it's classified." He continued without so much as a pause.

Gerald looked to Vesemir and his wife Olenna for clarification.

"I'm afraid that's all they're willing to..SHARE..with us for now, my boy." The Queen of Thorns said to Gerald. "But the gist of it is, the White Fang have bordered up themselves somewhere beyond the outer rims. Where exactly? We don't know. As our little friend over there said, it's "classified". Ha, honestly." She shook her head at the last part.

"Yes, but don't worry Gerald." This time it was Vesemir's turn to address the young Branwen. "These men were sent by an old friend of mine-"

"Friend, he says. Hm-hm." Lady Olenna interrupted with a roll of her eyes and a chuckle.

"Yes, " Offering only a raised brow to his wife, Vesemir, clearing his throat, continued. ", her name is Grace Malllory. She's the Head Director of the VSF and I'm willing to pay good money she's the one who sent these gentlemen to us. And she's trustworthy."

Gerald looked to the four so-called elites of the VSF and studied them for few seconds before facing back to Vesemir.

"If she's so trustworthy then why didnt she come here herself?" The young man asked with a quirked brow.

"It's 'cause she left me in charge ov dis whole operashun," Butcher answered, making Gerald turn to face him. "And it's 'cause she's got tonnes mawr impawtan' matters ter tend ter van wastin' 'er time dealin' wiv a pack ov wild rodents."

"Its the White Fang. A terrorist organization that threatens the Kingdom on a daily basis. I can't think of a more important matter than taking them down." Gerald reasoned as doubt and skepticism started to fill his mind. "Or is there something more to this you're hiding?"

Though they tried to be subtle about it, Gerald didnt fail to notice how Frenchie and Mother's Milk tensed up once he had uttered his question. But what sealed the deal was the man Hughie's reaction. He shuffled nervously in place and swallowed, hard.

"As I said, it's classified." Butcher stepped closer towards Geralt, face neutral and calm. "Why? Ya' too afraid of me to believe me word fer it?" He taunted as he took more and more steps closer towards the young Branwen. "Am I really seein' dis right? THE Gerald ov Patch, too afraid ov little ol' me?"

Calm yourself. With a suppressed grunt, Gerald reprimanded himself in his head as Butcher came closer to him. Don't lash out. Don't be brash. Just ride it out and let him talk himself out.

"I mean come on now, " Now directly in front of Gerald, Butcher looked up at him and locked eyes. ", we've 'eard so much ov yaaahr victories over da years. An' da titles yew got from 'em. The Dark Knight, Evil's fear, Grimm Slayer-"

"Bane of the shadows." Mother's Milk continued.

"Mahnstair huntair." Frenchie.

"Uh..." Hughie drawled out as he tried to recall any more if the monikers Gerald had. Unfortunately, this got all eyes to focus on him and it only made it all the worse for him to concentrate. "...uhm..t-the-the..uh...Oh! The Undaunted Savior! Yeah, you know, from that time when you saved the Town of Shiganshina from a Mistralean Over-Lord that wanted to conquer the Outer Colonies of Mistral and everything and..and ah.." Noticing that Butcher was giving him the "shut-up already" look, Hughie gradually stopped talking and clamped his lips together before bowing his head down in silence.

"As I was sayin', " Looking back to Gerald and gazing up at him, Butcher continued. ", you've stacked up one 'ell ov a reputashun. It's what brought us 'ere in da first place." Butcher explained to the young Branwen, eyes focused on his unblinking and unwavering. "So, do us a fuckin' solid, kid. Stop bein' a skeptic-ass cunt an' live up ter be da badass legend yer supposed to be. Otherwise, " He finally blinked and broke eye contact with Gerald before stepping back from him. ", I wan' me money back, an' I wan' da aaahrs ov me life lost listenin' ter those damned bard songs abaht you."

"Money?" Gerald questioned the trenchcoat-wearing man. "What money?"

"Oh, he means this, sweety," Olenna spoke up, reaching underneath the table for something before bringing back up an extra-large metal briefcase right after.", and I know you'll just love what's in here." She continued with a chuckle as she unlocked the case, opened it, and turned it so the young Branwen could see the contents of the case.

And true to her word, Gerald couldn't help but be amazed the second he saw the shiny sheen reflecting off the ingots inside. He walked closer towards the desk, eyes focused solely on the case and its insides. And when he was finally right in front of the opened case, Lady Olenna leaned back on her chair with a smile on her face.

"Impossible..." He whispered as he gazed down on the numerous ingots neatly stacked inside the case. Large ingots that were made out of a metal material any Bounty Hunter worth their salt would drool for. "...is this..is this actually Atlesiumite?" Gerald looked up at Olenna and Vesemir for confirmation.

"Hmm." Both of them hummed with nods of confirmation.

Atlesiumite. A rare type of metal that's said to be mined only ever in the Frozen Mountains of the Solitas Continent. This metal is world-renowned to be the strongest metal to ever exist. It's essentially weightless, even in its raw form, but virtually indestructible. And to Gerald's knowledge, the price range of pure Atlesiumite in this day and age is ridiculously high. To put it in simple terms, if he managed to sell a mere pebble-sized piece of Atlesiumite he'd have enough Lien earned to provide Yang and Ruby for the next 30 or so years. But with one ingot of this stuff? He'd have more than enough money for Ruby and Yang's great-great-grandchildren.

"An' there's mawer where that came from," Butcher spoke up as Gerald picked up an ingot of Atlesiumite and inspected it closely. "All's I need yew ter do is follow me lead an' stop bein' a skeptic cunt, get yaaahr shi' together while yer at it, 'elp me 'un' down some anthropomorphic vermin 'an you'll be filthy stinkin' rich for life." Putting the ingot back in place, Gerald turned back around to see Butcher and his band of three merry men had walked closer to him. "Does that sound simple enuff fer ya, kid?"

Grunting, the young Branwen scrunched up his face in concentration as he once again crossed his arms over his cuirass. In general, it did indeed sound simple enough. Help Butcher fight the White Fang, take them down, keep him and his men alive at the end of it, and he'd be set for life. He wanted to take this job, he really did, for a lot of reasons. Mainly so that he could help in taking down the White Fang and get paid a fortune for it.

But he just knew that there was something else going on. And he did not like the idea of taking a leap of faith with no knowledge whatsoever of what awaited him at the bottom. It's the things that no one expects that usually gets them six feet under the ground. And the thought of potentially leaving Yang and Ruby by themselves scared him more than anything, as it always has.

"Gerald, " Vesemir called for the young Branwen's attention, to which he was quick to give. ", I know what you're thinking right now and I understand," The Old Wolf nodded to Gerald with a solemn look. ", but these people need you. Not any of the other Hunters of the Guild, YOU. I know Malllory, and if she sent these men to get you and you alone, then like us she believes in what you're capable of and that you are more than enough for whatever it is that they need to face."

"True, " Not missing a beat, Lady Olenna spoke up. ", out of the many Hunters we've had over the years of our lives, you've by far stood out from the rest of them." She smiled warmly at the young man as she sat back up straight on her seat. "And we're the best Guild in this Continent, after all, so it's for the best that we send in our best. Wouldn't you say, young Gerald?"

He nodded slowly. He was still worried about the unknown factor in the whole equation, an unknown that he was just sure would become very known soon enough, and he feared for what it would bring. Nevertheless, Gerald turned back towards Butcher and gazed long and hard at the bearded man.

"Well? What's yaaahr answer, kid?"

Gerald let out a sigh mixed in with a grunt. This was it. Even with the fear and doubt worming their way into his mind, there was no going back now.

"When do we leave?" Gerald of Patch uncrossed his arms and asked.

CONTINUE.