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Part 2 of Author's Dead Dove works: Please Eat , Part 1 of Emotional Damage , Part 7 of Author Favorites
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febuwhump 2024
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Published:
2024-02-01
Completed:
2024-02-29
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15,605
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29/29
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Emotional Damage

Summary:

Febuwhump 2024 challenge.

Now I'm going to Stryfe. Worst idea I’ve ever had, I'm sure. When you get this letter, just know I'm sorry, and also, I blame you.

Stryfe has a new pet.

Nate needs to get Wade back.

Notes:

This fic is very dramatic and visceral and it has a lot of very nasty things in it, since it came out of an idea to dwell on relationship abuse, gaslighting, etc. I did not actually intend for it to be quite as ... intense as it ended up being, which is the danger of write-and-post instead of creating the whole thing and then posting it all at once with full warnings.

That being said, it's still very good, and you clicked this far, so why not give it a try?

Chapters were titled and themed around daily prompts (or occasionally alternate prompts) from the Febuwhump 2024 challenge.

If you have no clue what the first chapter is talking about, this is a canon-divergent AU branching from the events of Deadpool 2016 (where Wade gets blackmailed by Stryfe) to head off what happens in Despicable Deadpool.

Chapter 1: Helpless

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Dear Nate,

Is it more accurate to say that there's always a choice or that I didn’t have a choice ?

Is it really a choice when the options are, one, let my daughter and the rest of her foster family die. Two, kill a bunch of people for Stryfe. I guarantee you he’s going to ask me to kill people who don't deserve it or people just to get at you or both. Or, three … make him a better offer.

My family lives, and instead Stryfe gets … me. My skills. My loyalty. My everything.

Damn it, Nate. Why didn’t you answer the phone? I called, you know? I really needed your help against your evil clone, and you didn’t pick up. What was I supposed to do?? Watch Ellie die?

No. No fucking way.

I promised to do whatever he wants if the people I care about live. I made sure that he followed through. Ellie and the Prestons are healthy and safe. Irene is alive. Did you know he wanted her dead? No, you didn't, because your useless ass was AWOL.

And now I'm going to Stryfe.

Worst fucking idea I’ve ever had, I'm sure.

When you get this letter, just know I'm sorry, and also, I blame you.

Wade

~~~~~~~~~

The “Nate” aka Nathan Summers that the letter is addressed to stares at it for many seconds after he finishes reading it. Then with a quiet “shit” he balls it up, throws it at the nearby trash can, and bodyslides away.

Notes:

Febuwhump 2024

 

I'm going to be in write-and-post mode for this fic/month/series of drabble chapters/whatever you call this, which is moderately terrifying, but I think I have enough of an outline that it will work.

I didn't bother to reread the comics in question, because they make me angry. Liberties have been taken with the comics canon.