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Humor- noun. The quality of being amusing or comic, especially as expressed in literature or speech.
Wade and humor went together hand in hand. Whether or not you found him funny or not was subjective. Objective, more like, because he was fucking hilarious- thank you very much. Wade was the first person to crack a joke, whether the situation called for one or not. Especially if the situation didn’t call for one.
Wade seemed to roll with the punches- like nothing ever bothered him for long. But you could only laugh away so much. There was only so many pent up emotions you could push further and further down with crude humor and jokes until it all boiled over. But he’d been hiding his breaking point for years. He’d handle it, he always did.
Then he met Logan. The god damn Wolverine. And hot damn, did Wade wish he would’ve met that huge jacked man earlier. Walking wet dream, holy fuck.
Unfortunately for Wade and his very active imagination, Logan wasn’t just a pretty face and an ungodly amount of muscle. He knew Wade on an almost uncomfortable level, even if he hadn’t known Wade long. Guess that’s what happens when you save the multiverse together and you’re anatomically bound after being turned into mere matter before regenerating.
Soulmate shit, pookie!
Not soulmates, bub.
Oh, come on! We held hands while listening to Madonna. We’re practically husbands now. C’mere, give me a kiss.
As much as Wade liked to joke and tease Logan about his animal instincts and traits, they typically weren’t wrong. Now, Wade was also pretty fucking perceptive. Smart was the word Logan used after a few too many drinks, and Wade still felt a weird fluttering feeling in his stomach every time he thought back on it, but he wouldn’t go that far.
But Logan could sense a shift in energy before Wade was even aware he had made the shift. Part of it had to be due to the trauma he faced in his old universe, then the paranoia that had to follow, but a large part of it was just… a part of him. Said he could smell the mood Wade was in. It seemed like bullshit to Wade when he first mentioned it, until he started noticing signs.
When Wade was feeling a little antsier, a little anxious, Logan miraculously decided he needed to be caught up on media he missed and see what differences there were in the media of his world versus Wade’s. Wade would pick a movie or series- the latest being Clueless- and explain in detail everything he knew about it. He tended to get a little handsy (clingy) in these moods, and Logan sat still as Wade held his hand, playing with his fingers while he yapped. Once he had played with Logan’s hair, and he was sure he’d lose the hand, but he was pleasantly surprised when Logan leaned into the touch.
Then there were the times Wade was ‘pissy.’ Like a child, testing their boundaries before they got in trouble. Learning what he could get away with before Logan snapped. Logan would quite literally drag the merc to the car and drive them somewhere secluded, somewhere they wouldn’t destroy the building and could be as aggressive as they wanted. Fight as dirty as they could until one of them, usually Wade, tired out. Then Logan would support Wade, occasionally carry him, back to the car and drive him home. No words spoken, the only sound being the sound of music playing from the radio.
The first time Wade hit one of his really low moods… Logan was fucking clueless. He wanted to help Wade because like it or not, the little fucker (affectionately) had grown on him and he didn’t like seeing Wade down. But god he didn’t know how. Logan was more the shove your feelings down until he had to drink or fight them away type, but that didn’t seem to be like Wade.
Logan didn’t know what Wade needed- so he tried to give him space. A stupid move on his part, really, and he realized this when he got into bed that night only to hear the faint sounds of shaky breaths and the occasional sniffle. Wade was crying and fuck him, Logan felt clueless.
Racking his brain, he hesitantly moved to wrap an arm around Wade’s waist, pulling his back flush against Logan’s chest. Wade stilled but didn’t otherwise do anything, so Logan guessed it was okay. He rested his chin against Wade’s head, essentially tucking him into his body as close as possible. Logan’s thumb rubbed up and down, a steady pressure, on Wade’s side and he couldn’t help the surge of pride that flooded him when Wade let out a shuddering breath as he melted into Logan’s hold. When they woke up the next morning, legs tangled together and hands intertwined, neither man addressed it.
There was a shift in their relationship after that night, with neither of them knowing how to label said change. Logan, scared that he was the only one that felt said shift, and Wade, scared if he addressed it that Logan would put more distance between them. Both scared they were imagining it, both scared something would change for the worse instead of the better.
The changes were little at first. Logan would wake up, Wade curled into his side- or half on top of him if he fell asleep on his back. Wade didn’t bother with keeping space between them anymore at night, immediately tucking himself into his spot against Logan. Respectful distances on the couch turned to close proximity, one drink grabbed from the fridge turned to two- one for each of them.
Wade found himself joining Logan on the early morning walks where they’d take Mary Puppins out, Wade usually clad in one of Logan’s jackets. Hands would brush against one another’s subconsciously, pinkies linked together. It was domestic, almost sickeningly so, but it was comforting all the same.
Comfort. Noun- a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.
Comfort wasn’t something Wade or Logan knew very well. Both men had been in a sense of fight or flight- primarily fight- for longer than they could remember. War was familiar, loneliness and hurt, too. But comfort?
The closest Logan ever got to comfort was the familiarity of a bottle in his hands. Drink, after drink, after drink. But after Wade brought him to his universe? He found comfort in the day to day things. Primarily, in Wade’s company. He’s slowly adjusted to Wade’s friends, forming a deeper bond with Laura every day, but maybe Wade wasn’t entirely bullshitting their ‘cosmic connection’ after being torn apart by the time ripper.
He found himself wanting to be around Wade, needing to be closer. Even on his mundane errands, as much as Logan preferred not to be around people, he wanted to be at Wade’s side. Felt a primal urge to protect him, knowing damn well Wade didn’t need his protection. As much as Wade loved the ‘scary dog privileges’ Logan gave off, swooning dramatically every time Logan put himself between Wade and anyone who looked at him too long, a warning growl and familiar snikt of nails unsheathing.
It had taken some time for Logan to adjust to this new world, so similar yet so different from his own, but he was… he was content. And that’s more than he ever expected.
Nightmares were familiar to both Wade and Logan. Logan’s sleep was plagued by nightmares more often than not, but they had lessened the more Logan stayed with Wade. Less reactive, at least. What used to be a screaming, lashing out, claws out wake-up turned to a mostly quiet start awake. Wade was a pro now at handling Logan’s nightmares, knowing when to give him space and when to become a human weighted blanket, getting in his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around Logan’s waist.
“I’ve got you, peanut. You’re home, safe and sound.” Wade nuzzled his nose into Logan’s cheek, hands traveling up to brush through Logan’s hair.
Wade had his fair share of nightmares, too, but they had become a rare occurrence recently. They were a relatively easy situation for Logan to handle ninety-nine percent of the time: get out of Wade’s reach until he fully woke up so he didn’t get a knife to the thigh, or shoulder or stomach, then once he dropped the knife, scoop Wade up and cradle him. Wade liked to stay awake for a while after his nightmares, so Logan would take them to the living room and watch some baking show- or recently, Say Yes to the Dress- until Wade drifted off to sleep.
The two would stay on the couch for the rest of the night, Logan not wanting to risk waking Wade up, and Logan ran his hand up and down Wade’s arm. He watched over Wade, mesmerized by him. He was beautiful. Maybe not in the conventional way, but Logan was enthralled by him. The warmth in his eyes, the brightness of his smile. His selflessness, how caring he was. How fully he loved, even after all he’s been through. In the safety of Wade’s unconsciousness, little sleepy noises leaving Wade, Logan leaned down to press a lingering kiss to Wade’s forehead.
“I’ve got ya, bub. Promise, will do anythin’ to keep you safe. I swear it.”
Today was a rough day for Wade. He was supposed to see Vanessa, one of their frequent meetups, but she had gotten sick. He tried to go see Yukio, Ellie, and Laura, but they were out on a girls trip and with Althea out on some weekend vacation, Wade was a little upset. They all had plans or were under the weather but in Wade’s head, on the bad days like today, it was personal. They wanted to avoid him, and who could blame them?
Logan tried to perk Wade up, putting on Wade’s animated horse show, and cooking for Wade- spicing it up to the ungodly level Wade liked (Cancer kills your taste buds, peanut)- but Wade barely even seemed aware of Logan’s presence. He was quiet, picking at the tears in his shirt from the last sparring match they had, staring off into space.
Still, Logan kept himself nearby, on the chance something switched and Wade wanted him around. A few hours later, Logan had almost dozed off, until he startled awake. Wade had gripped Logan’s sweatpants, his knuckles almost white from the grip on the material. Logan shedded his jacket off, wrapping it around Wade’s shoulders and pressing a cautious kiss to Wade’s temple. Wade still didn’t speak, but the grip loosened on him and a bit of tension left him. Things seemed to be a little better.
Wade didn’t remember waking up the next morning. Everything seemed fine, but there was something that felt… off.
“Logan? Are you home?” Wade walked out of the bedroom, blanket wrapped around his body. The living room was cast in a warm glow from the sun, and Logan sat at the dining table, eating breakfast.
“Mornin’ bub.” A plate had been made for Wade and Wade took a seat by him, a cup of coffee on the table waiting. “Got your cup of sugar with a splash of coffee,” Logan said and Wade huffed, the corners of his lips twitching up.
“I can’t help having taste. I don’t know how you drink that shit.” Wade referred to Logan’s steaming cup of black coffee, scrunching his nose up at the thought. “Not gonna kiss me with that mouth.”
“If I brush my teeth, is it on the table?” Logan asked casually and Wade almost choked on his coffee. Logan’s eyes met Wade’s, traveled down to his lips, then glanced back up.
“Are you.. Can I..?” It wasn’t often Wade was lost for words, but god he was so far from them now. Somehow, Logan knew what he was asking and nodded. Wade leaned over, cupping Logan’s face in his hands before pressing a kiss to Logan’s lips. Logan didn’t hesitate, kissing Wade back with a gentleness he didn’t expect. The gentleness slowly turned into passion, needy, and Wade gripped at Logan’s hair. A low rumble left Logan and Wade parted a moment later, breathing heavy. Wade looked up to smile at Logan, and the air felt different.
The warmth in the room was gone, now dim with a heavy blue tint, stormy looking. “Logan?” Logan looked at him, blood bubbling from his lips. Wade jumped up, seeing a massive wound in Logan’s chest and Wade grabbed at Logan. “No no no no no, Logan? Shit! What, what the fuck happened? Come on, please.”
“You hurt me.” Logan’s voice was cold, unfamiliar. “That’s all that happens when you get close to people, Wade. Look what happened to Vanessa.” Wade flinched yet still, he hovered over Logan, needing to help him. “You’re cursed, Wade. Everyone you love ends up hurt, or dead. We both know it.” Wade backed up, chest tight.
“No. No, I didn’t. I didn’t… did I hurt you?” Wade shook his head. No, he didn’t. Did he? No… right?
“It’s your fault, Wade. Your fault. Your. Fault.” Logan’s speech became slurred and a wave of panic flashed through his eyes. “Wade, save me. Help me. Help! Wade! Wade, please!” Wade stumbled forward, falling to his knees and right as Wade grabbed Logan, his body went rigid, cold.
“No! Logan! Logan!” Wade sobbed, clutching Logan’s body close to him.
“Wade. Wade!” A scream escaped Wade as he blindly grabbed for baby knife, a weight against him. Wade kicked his leg out, a familiar grunt filling his ears followed by a thud.
“Wade, it’s me. It’s me.” Wade gripped the handle of his knife, ready to swing it down until his vision cleared. He had Logan pinned under him, the bruise on his jaw already starting to heal and fade away. “It’s me, bub.” Logan’s voice was gentle, softer than he had ever heard it, and Wade dropped the knife to the floor, metal clattering against wood as a sob racked his body.
Logan leaned up, ready to comfort Wade and Wade shook his head, quickly backing away from Logan. He sat at the foot of the bed, legs tucked to his chest and face buried in his knees as he cried. Logan sat up, watching Wade, a heavy feeling in his chest.
He’d never seen Wade thrash in his sleep like that, ironically enough, he was usually the quiet type when he was waking up from his nightmares. And he’d Never seen Wade panic like that. Like he was still stuck in whatever horrors his mind envisioned even after waking.
“I hurt you.” Wade whispered a moment later and Logan frowned.
“Didn’t even leave a scratch.” Logan tried to lighten the mood a little, just needed Wade to look at him again. “Can you look at me, bub?” Logan asked. Wade shook his head and Logan sighed to himself. “That’s fine. Do you want me to stay?” Wade started to shake his head, but then he paused, and he nodded instead.
“Don’t get why you want to stay. I hurt you. I hurt everyone.” Wade’s voice turned bitter and Logan barely stopped himself from reaching out.
“Good thing I’ve got that healing factor then, huh?” Silence. “Please, would ya look at me, darlin’?” Wade slowly looked up, gaze briefly meeting Logan’s before he looked down again. “Can I sit by you?” Another nod. Logan moved to sit beside Wade, just shy of touching the younger man.
“It felt so real. I didn’t even realize I was dreaming at first, then you started saying… just, the way you spoke. I knew it wasn’t real, but I panicked. You- you fucking died, Logan. I couldn’t save you and you died. And I woke up and you were still hurt. I hurt you.”
Fuck it, Logan couldn’t wait any more. He snaked his arm around Wade and pulled him close. Wade immediately scrambled to move closer, to be closer to Logan. Like he would disappear if Wade moved. Like he was trying to make them into one person. “I promise you. Nothin’s gonna happen to me, bub.” Wade shook his head and Logan tilted his chin up, making him look in his eyes. “Wade.” Logan leaned down, kissing Wade’s forehead and letting his lips linger.
Wade’s eyes burned, a tear sliding down his cheek and he let his eyes slip closed. “I just don’t get it. What you see that’s so… good in me.”
A few beats of silence passed before Logan spoke again. “You’re smart, first off.” Wade scoffed and Logan hummed. “You are. You’re adaptable, you see things no one else could. You’re also perceptive as fuck.” Logan’s hand, warm and heavy, ran up and down Wade’s back as he spoke. “You’ve been through some serious shit, but you’re still so caring. You love so hard. And,” Logan’s voice shushed to a whisper, lips brushing against Wade’s skin. “I think you’re absolutely beautiful, darlin’. Could look at you forever.” Wade’s breath hitched and Logan didn’t stop him as he buried his face in Logan’s neck.
“Just saying that.” Wade’s words were muffled and Logan snorted.
“Do I ever just say shit? I wasn’t exactly known for being the nice Wolverine in my universe. Was kind of an asshole, honestly.” ‘Kind of’ was being generous and he smiled when Wade let out an amused huff. Brown eyes met his and Logan nudged his head against Wade’s. “There we go.”
“Are we finally out of our enemies stage, headed to the lovers part of the enemies to lovers trope? Give the readers what they came for?” Logan didn’t understand half of what Wade was talking about, electing to ignore it, as he tilted Wade’s head up.
“Haven’t been enemies in a long time, bub. Now, are you gonna put that mouth to good use or keep blabbing?” And with that, Wade leaned up, closing the gap between him and Logan and capturing his lips in a kiss. As cliche as it sounds, Wade truly felt at peace in this moment. Like Madonna said, I hear you call my name and it feels like home.
“You are not humming Madonna right now,” Logan said, words breathy against Wade’s lips and Wade laughed before kissing Logan again. Yeah, he was home.
Home- noun. The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family.