Cable and Deadpool Kink Meme
Hosting another kink!meme, this one based on the Cable and Deadpool comic. The main pairing is Cable/Deadpool obviously, but in the interest of fair play I shall allow any characters/pairings based on the comic series. Rules are as follows:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there ( Read more... )
Baby Nate’s eyes scrunched up, his mouth creased down further, and he began to cry.
“Oh hell,” Wade sighed, rubbing at an eye.
“Good job, genius,” Al said, utterly unsympathetic despite currently not being skewered by knives due to yours truly.
Breakfast was a sullen affair.
IV.
Wade sat down on the edge of the fountain, eating a hotdog, a can of coke on his left and Logan on his right. Logan was smirking, his face turned away, and Baby Nate was on his shoulders, giggling and playing with tufts of spiky black hair.
The park had been cleared of civilians. Cyclops was an unmoving lump at the end of a deep trough of grass, Tony Stark was in a malfunctioning can of circuits somewhere in a tree, Storm and Beast were unconscious in the no longer operational flower clock, and a bunch of other costumes were beating a slow retreat.
“I think I’ve just had a great day,” Logan said, taking a bite of his own hotdog. “An’ that’s a first when you’re around, Wilson.”
“What was your favorite part?”
“Seein’ Scott hit that tree. You?”
“Probably when Mister Fantastic was used to tie up the Thing.”
On Logan’s shoulders, an impossibly powerful baby cooed. “Can’t say I didn’t try t’warn them. Didn’t think the baby was the loaded weapon, though.”
“Didn’t think so either.” Wade had been perfectly happy to start fighting, when confronted in the park by the large group of said costumed angry people bent on Returning Nate to his Father for a Proper Upbringing, when Baby Nate, perhaps abruptly cluing in onto everyone’s aggression, had taken care of it itself. Somewhere in between, Wade and Logan had helped themselves to an empty hot dog stand and some coke, to sit where they were now and watch the mayhem. “How come you showed up then?”
“Damage control, bub,” Logan shrugged, rolling shoulders making the baby giggle. “Didn’t want things t’get out o’ hand, but it don’t look like he hurt anyone permanently anyway.”
“So what’s the diagnosis?”
It appears, Professor X’s dry voice sounded in Wade’s mind - and probably Logan’s as well, as the mutant glanced up sharply then chuckled, That custody of the child falls to you for now, Mister Wilson.
“Did you decide that before or after it beat up a hella lot of the world’s best and finest?”
Nathan’s possessiveness was a surprise, the Professor admitted, though he sounded amused. Still, only pride, and perhaps a billion dollars worth of circuitry in Mister Stark’s case, was injured. Forge is on his way in the completion of a cure. If you would undertake to bring Nathan Summers with you to a neutral area of your choosing when the cure is complete, I for one would be happy to let matters sit as they are now.
“Hey, I prefer him in his not-baby form as much as you do.” At the very least, Adult Nate didn’t tend to cost something crazy in baby supplies.
Very well. Then it is agreed. Xavier’s presence withdrew.
“Hell lot o’ trouble for nothin’,” Logan said, though he seemed satisfied, even as a small TO hand clapped on his nose. He levered it off with a thick finger, inspected fingers as they closed tight on his, and chuckled again. “Cute.”
“I know.” It rotted brains.
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In the end they had flown Al and Weasel over to Providence as well, for the re-aging process. Forge appeared to have modified the teleporter tank substantially, making it now a jumble of weirdly shaped spotlights and wires (technology was not Wade’s strong point).
Baby Nate had somehow managed to fall asleep in transit, and was still asleep, despite the room being crowded with Interested Parties. When he was placed on in the tank, however, Baby Nate woke up instantly, blinking. “Da’?”
“This won’t hurt you a bit,” Wade said in what he hoped was a soothing tone, “Or if it does, there’ll be one pretty dead intuitive engineer behind me in a couple of minutes.” When had he become protective? When? It had to be the TO fingers. Or seeing Tony Stark being bounced up and down on an increasingly abused lawn.
Baby Nate looked worried as the glass came up between them, but he sat down, touching it with his fingers. “Stay?”
“Yeah,” Wade said, wondering why he was choking up, and swallowing quickly before anyone noticed. Behind him, the machines hummed to life. “This was fun while it lasted, kid. Mostly.”
The re-aging process was deeply disturbing, what with all the screaming and thrashing and limbs growing out in stop motion, but eventually, Nate stood, albeit shakily, picking scraps of baby clothes off his skin, tall and scarred and impassive as ever, even when stepping out naked in a room a quarter full of ladies and accepting a towel from Irene with dignity.
Wade supposed, not without some envy, that this probably came from having nothing to hide and something to show, instead. He barely listened as Nate gave some sort of short thank you speech, most of the costumes filing out after. When it was just Wade, Weasel, Al and Irene, Nate seemed to relax, almost imperceptibly.
“Irene, I wish to speak with them privately for a moment.”
Irene hesitated, glanced between them, then her face pinched, very slightly, and she stalked out of the room. Wooow. Angry lady. Even Al sensed the vibe. “Your ex?”
“No.”
“Your soon-to-be?”
“No.”
“What died up her-”
“She has just had a trying time,” Nate said, urbanely.
“Don’t give me any lip, son, I changed your diapers.” Al said shortly, though she grinned.
“I do recall you doing so,” Nate inclined his head.
“Hah! You’re a piece of work. Wade, how come you never bring him home?”
“Who are you, my momma?” Wade retorted, folding his arms.
“It don’t get better than this,” Al said, in cryptic old lady speak. “Come on, Weas. I heard this island has free food. Let’s go get some Thai.”
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“I’ll come get you guys before I go.”
“All right, boss.”
“Sorry about your shirt,” Nate added, a little thoughtfully. At Weasel’s blink, Nate added, “The Rorschach one.”
“Er… no problem, man. It’s machine washable.”
Which left himself and Nate-in-a-towel. “Before you say you’re sorry for all the trouble, I want to say straight up, it was fun. Especially the part where you threw your real father into a tree.”
“It was… nice… to have actual family. For a while.” Nate smiled, and Wade’s chest felt like it was starting to constrict. “I do not remember any of my past before I was sent to the future, and in the future, I did not quite have family as compared to instructors and teachers.”
“Post-apocalyptic future doesn’t have time for cuddles and cartoons, huh.”
“You could say that.”
“You are welcome back on Providence if you’ll like. You, Weasel, and Al.”
“Sorry. Al’s too crabby for heaven and Weasel will die in a place with no pay-per or illegal downloading.”
“But you?”
“Free food was good but the happy vibes drive me up the wall. You want to visit, you can visit.” Oh hell, what with the vibe and all… “Is this the part where I get kissed for being good?”
“Do you?” Nate asked, amused, though he did step close and pull Wade up against him, lowering his head when Wade pulled up his mask. “What brings that on?”
“You mean, other than the telepathic baby Hulk thing you pulled with the Avengers and Friends? Or the extremely clingy ‘Hugs?’ act you did whenever I was home and trying to do something else?”
“Ah.” To Nate’s credit, he didn’t appear the slightest bit embarrassed at all. “Can I rephrase a previous offer?”
“Sure.”
“Please come back to Providence,” Nate whispered against his ear.
“I’ll think about it,” Wade said dryly, managing not to sound pleased. Nate pressed his lips hard against the edge of Wade’s grin, opened his mouth when Wade turned to meet him.
-fin-
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I love how protective Wade is, and how clingy Nate is, and aaawwww family just. *wibbly noises* n'aaawwwwwww to the nth degree! (also: I wish Al had been in C&DP because damn right she would've loved Nate!)
hooray for ending it with smooches, and also this: "Please come back to Providence" totally made my insides go SQUISH in the warmfuzzyglee kind of way.
in conclusion I LOVE THIS yay hooray! thanks for sharing!
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Clingy Nate? Check.
Itty Bitty, Brain Rotting TO Baby Fingers? Double check.
Nekkid Nate in Smoochie Mode? Check again.
X-Men Getting Smashed In Humiliating Ways? Yup.
Checklist shows this to be a painfully enjoyable story. I loved every word of it!
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ERROR, ERROR, TOO CUTE, USER HAS BROKEN FROM OVERDOSE OF AMAZINGDORABLE
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