Red's Daughter *Discontinued*

Red's Daughter *Discontinued*

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(18 years ago/ Wade Wilsons POV) I kiss Peter's neck and hear him moan lightly "Wade" I kiss his neck all the way up to his ear lobe and bite it, he groans at this. "Yes, My Love" I whisper in his ear. I see him bite his lip "I hate you". "I love you to baby" I wrap my arms around his waist and continue with kissing his neck. He goes to move my hands but then the doorbell rings. I put my hands over Peters' ears "Go away!," I yell. "Oww," I move my hands from his ears "Sorry, that i was too loud" I kiss his temple. The doorbell rings again. "I'll go get it," I look at Peter, "No, I've got it". I get up off the bed, and Peter goes back to reading. I walk to the front door and open it no one is there so I go to close the door and then I see a baby in a basket on the floor. "Why the hell is there this thing at my door?!" The thing starts crying. "And why the hell is it crying. Peter!" Peter runs into the foyer "What?!?" I point to the baby "Why the hell is it here and why is it crying". Peter picks up the thing and starts rocking it back and forth its shuts up, Thank god, I can't deal with the thing yelling. Warnings: Wade Wilson, Cursing, Kinda sexual activity, violence, LGBTQ+, and none of the Art is mine
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"No, no Peter. You don't have to go on. Let's take a break." Wade said, trying to get Peter to walk out with him. "No I can do it. Just give me a second." Peter sniffed, the back of his hand wiping away fat tears dripping down his face. "I'm okay. Just sit down. We can keep going. I want someone to know. I want You to know." Wade sighed but didn't argue as he sat back down across from his Baby Boy before thinking better if it and moving over to be at the spider's side; a strong arm wrapping around the spider's Small form. "If you're sure." ____________________________________ Everyone is born with wings. The wings of a human have evolved for far more important reasons then just flying to travel and find their next meal. Now wings are everything. Everything from your wing size and feather color describes something about you whether its true or not. Doves, the jewels of society due to their beautiful white wings. They are pure, desirable and perfect. Crows, hated and judged because they're assumed evil and bad just because if a genetic out come of the color fare decides to give them. People who can't fly are a disgrace and unwanted. Believed they can't be good mate material because they can't participate in an instinct to dance with their potential mate. They are assumed to not understand how to nest, how to raise young.... Peter has wings....He used to fly. But that was a long, long time ago.

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