#silverpool

Also, what’s Silver and Crow’s relationship like in this? Does she still love him? Do they meet up? I can see her deciding to spite StarClan even further by continuing the relationship.

Silverpool does talk to Mothwing about the kits, she knows about Mothwing's parentage and wants a perspective of how her kits will be treated knowing that they aren't like their clanmates.

“Francis?” Wade questioned, almost as if he didn’t remember who Francis was. He did though, really fucking well. You don’t forget a fucktard like that. No, not Francis. Francis didn’t know about my dad. Wade shook his head and took another wary step backwards.  “Don’t,” he huffed. Eyeing Pietro’s hands. “Don’t come closer.” Wade was trembling, too focused on Pietro not touching him to even consider his escape routes. His brain short circuited. Pietro stroked his arm. Wade gasped and twisted sideways, contemplating pushing the guy away. He was bigger - but right now he couldn’t even remember that. He felt so small. Like he reverted to his kid size. His shoulder slammed against the wall and Wade pressed up against it. There were no more room to move... So he slid down, and he covered his head. That was always the best thing to do right?  “Please don’t.” he begged and squeezed his eyes shut - hoping it all would go away. 

Send 💏for a randomised kiss - 49 and 36 - Kiss of necessity - to give up control

Pietro was staring at Wade from the couch, biting his lip. Wade had been cooking for a little while, which could easily be Pietro’s fault seeing as he needs a whole lot of food.. But damnit. He wasn’t in the mood to eat. He wanted to be allover his lover. Wanted to touch him, and to be touched back. To kiss, to caress... 

Okay listen. I’m feeling needy and I crave Wade so damn much. Sue me.

“Wade.” He bit his lip, moving over quickly and gently running a hand at the low end of his back. With a hand reaching for Wade’s chin, he tilted it towards himself and crushed his lips against the mercenary’s. That alone felt amazing, and a good chunk of his neediness was satisfied, and yet.. Damnit I want more. 

Pietro should have seen it coming, probably most definitely. 

This flirtatious war they had going wasn’t about to end, and he freaking loved it. Somehow, Wade always managed to sneak a flirt in the most unexpected times and it drove Pietro crazy in the best way. He’d been happy to just hold his hand, looking over with a smile as it happened, and stopped with him as he felt himself tugged back. He would have asked what’s up, but that became clear real quick, and the speedster was left a melting mess of smiles and giggles. “Oh my god, Wade. How do you even know this many pickup lines? Do you come up with them and write them in a journal? You should.” He giggled, cheeks red and hot. “Obviously if Captain America says to follow your dreams we’re gonna have a problem. How are you going to follow me, when I’ll be following you?” 

Yeah, Pietro had been deep into a long elaborate Xmen plan explanation when he heard Wade clear his throat. His eyes darted over, but only in time to see him disappear past it, which had the corner of his lips curl into a smile but he still managed to keep up with his initial train of thought. 

“-and if we can get close enough through here, I can run in and-” 

I should have known. 

Wade was back and making the cutest comment he’d ever heard. To be fair, Pietro felt as though they’d been having a pickup line war for a while, and he loved it. It was fun and sweet, and damn did he have a tough opponent. His neck went to a bright scarlet and he grinned, looking at him again. “Wade, damnit.” He laughed and, within a split second, he’d moved himself over to him, wrapped his arms around Wade’s neck and kissed him. Pietro hummed against his lips and grinned, mumbling. “I think I might believe in it with you, but I’d rather you pass by again, and again, and again.” 

Okay so maybe Pietro eats more than an elephant a lot, but towers of pancakes? 

I shall eat them all. Shut up. 

He woke up at a decent hour and walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning, when he came face-to-face with a mountain of pancakes. He raised an eyebrow, walked around it, and finally found his lover. “Good morning. How are you? Are you recreating the Alps?” He looked around the kitchen, blinking whatever sleep remained away from his vision. 

The question sounds innocent enough, right? Well, Pietro knew better. He glanced towards Wade the anon, biting his lip for a moment. He knew that his answer, no matter what it would be, was going to have an impact on how Wade felt about himself. I could just say I love men with no hair. At all. Anywhere. That wouldn’t be a lie because he loves the shit out of Wade and, well, he fits that description. But the speedster knew that a simple reaction like that wouldn’t actually be taken the right way, and so he decided to tackle this a little bit more carefully. 

“Well, ‘Clearly Anon’ which isn’t Wade at all of course, “ He smiled and looked him up and down, wondering how he thought that his ‘clearly anon’ claim wasn’t obviously a lie. “I think it depends. I like clean, soft faces, as much as any other guy. Beards look nice and stuff, but have you actually touched that stuff? Rough, hard to clean. But when there’s no facial hair, you can stroke those cheeks and-” He sighed happily, “ they feel like newborn baby angel butts! Love the new look by the way, Anon.” He grinned, twirling whatever he had in his hands at the time.       

“Also, soooo not an anon? Because I can seeeeee Wade through the anon crap. “ he chuckled, tilting his head, “Can you be more amazing? Ever..? This is not cool. Nope. You are too good to be true!”