#serabella is in love at first sight

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Deadpool's daemon is a Canadian goose: dangerous, powerful, fearless, quick, and surprisingly klutzy.

Serabella kept most of the marbles that Wade lost when he became Deadpool.  She lost all her pigment though, proving that some shit you can’t come through completely intact.  Wade could grow back anything it pleased him to, but he couldn’t put color back on her wings.  She forgave him for this, as she did most things, and compensated by picking up a few idiosyncrasies of her own.

“I AM A MAJESTIC FUCKING SWAN!” Sera shrieked as she pummeled a mook with her wings.  The mook’s dog daemon was yapping insults at them both, but as it barely reached Wade’s knees he felt comfortable ignoring it.

“You’re a fucking swan princess, precious,” Wade agreed, waiting until he had the perfect shot lined up to deck the idiot right between the eye holes of his incredibly cliche ski mask.

The mook went down, and his daemon curled on his chest growling with all the ferocity that a purse dog could muster.

“Chill,” Sera tsked at him.  “I don’t eat rodents.”

“Much though I appreciate you saving my favorite corner deli - ‘Sup, Mrs. Klezyncki - from yet another dumbass burglar, you do know you’re not a swan, right?”

Wade’s eyes went wide, then shut as he grimaced.  Sera’s temper wasn’t the best on a good day, and this hadn’t been a good day.  He readied himself to engage in some good old fashioned bird-wranglin’ -

“THE FUCK YOU - oh.  Heeeeeeey…”

He spun on his heel to find Sera staring down a college co-ed and her daemon.

The daemon was looking distinctly unimpressed.  The daemon was an ACTUAL swan, and therefore really good at looking unimpressed.

“You’re definitely no swan.  Jury’s still out on whether you’re a princess or not,” the daemon said in a surprisingly gruff voice.

Sera eagerly waddle-flapped closer, tripping over some merchandise that had been knocked from the shelves in the previous scuffle.  “For you, baby, I could be,” she cooed breathlessly.