Summary

After the time ripper binds their souls together, Logan and Wade find themselves sharing an apartment, a bed, and a life—but not the words to define what they are to each other.
Then a demon’s dying curse forces them to tell the truth—and it all comes spilling out.
Suddenly, Wade’s confessing his love, Logan’s baffled they weren’t already dating, Mobius is watching with popcorn, and Laura is so done with her dads’ nonsense.
(Or: A story about love, miscommunication, and the mortifying ordeal of being known.)
Written for the Bodyslide Bingo Event in honor of the one year anniversary of the release of Deadpool & Wolverine 🙂

Notes

OK so I was MID-POSTING when AO3 crashed earlier today so I feel VINDICATED getting this actually up. Anyway, it’s been one year (and two days shhhh I’m only a little late) since my favorite movie of 2024 came out and induced massive poolverine brainrot within me and many in my friend group. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy! And if you don’t that’s okay too, back button is right there. 🙂

Also cannot believe I forgot to say what my bingo prompts were lol, I’m so bad at this 😂

Bingo fills: B1: Curses (supernatural), I2: miscommunication, N3: free! (for which I used chronic pain), G4: caretaking, O3: sickfic, and O5: dating without realizing it.

Logan & Wade vs. Emotional Vulnerability

It happens like this:

Wade and Logan stand beneath the time ripper, their souls colliding, hearts beating as one, falling into pieces into each other before coming back to themselves again, the same, but also completely changed.

He has risen, baby girl!

Wade takes Logan, Laura, and Mary Puppins home, to a surprisingly nice apartment that he shares with Althea and her mountains of cocaine. A one bedroom apartment is a bit too small for four adults and a dog, so after two weeks of Laura bunking with Al and Wade sharing the pull out couch with Logan, they find another apartment down the hall. This one is a two bedroom, and they offer the larger room to Laura, because after a life on the run and in the void she’s never had a thing to herself.

Wade and Logan don’t mind sharing a bed, not after they shared their bodies, shared their souls. Logan had not trusted himself to share a bed with anyone for as long as he could remember, but Wade was unique in more ways than he could name. They woke up wrapped around one another more often than not, taking comfort in becoming as close to one as they possibly could without matter and antimatter flowing between them.

They didn’t talk about it, didn’t name what they had, what they meant to each other. 

Perhaps they should have.

—

Wade had many flaws. He knew he did, because people never hesitated to let him know—often in excruciating detail—what they were. 

I have never met a sadder, more attention-starved, jabbering little prick in my entire life. And that says a lot, because I’ve been alive for more than 200 fucking years.

Wade knew that Logan’s feelings about him had changed. What the two of them had been through, what they shared, was unique to the entire multiverse. He knew that Logan no longer hated them. When they fucked (which they did often) it was rarely with the same rage and ferocity of what had happened in the Odyssey. Their dynamic had shifted, they handled each other with more care. It was still rough and hard and enthusiastic—Logan had truly ruined Wade for anyone else—but nevertheless it was not love. Or at least not love on Logan’s part.

The two of them were grossly co-dependent, it was true. But Wade had no illusions to think that Logan was not capable of doing better. For one thing, there was no ignoring the way that he looked.

You look like Freddy Krueger face- fucked a topographical map of Utah.

Wade had no illusions about his appearance. He knew how unattractive he was, and he honestly doubted that, were it not for the time ripper bond and the fact that he and Laura knew no one else in this universe, Logan would have left Wade long ago.

Wade hated and loved the bond in equal measure. Loved it, because it kept Logan close. Hated it, because it did not allow Logan the ability to leave. Logan deserved better. Logan deserved everything.

—

Logan could hardly believe the way in which his life had turned around. He had gone from the lowest point he had ever been—alone, lost, hated by the world and especially by himself—to living in a place where he was loved, where he had family, where people knew his past and wanted to be with him anyway. He had a partner that he loved and who loved him, he was getting the chance to know Laura, his daughter from another universe, and together they were helping each other heal from the traumas that had brought them together. It was not everything he had ever wanted in the world—there were some wounds that would never heal—but he struggled to think of a time when he had ever been happier.

He resisted the urge to hum as he slipped out of bed, allowing Wade the chance to sleep in. Yesterday had been a hard one, and his partner deserved the rest.

“Good morning, dad,” Laura greeted him as he walked into the kitchen. Or at least that’s what he assumed she said. She was in the middle of chewing a protein bar, still sweaty from her morning run, wisps of hair escaping from her ponytail, dressed only in a sports bra and leggings. Truthfully it sounded more like “guh morfin ga” but seeing as how those weren’t real words, he translated in his head.

“Morning. Nice run?” He asked, reaching into the cabinet for a mug. Laura had thoughtfully made enough coffee to share.

She took the time to swallow before answering, thankfully. “Nice enough. Hot, though.” she grimaced. “It’s definitely shower time. Is Wade up yet?”

Logan shook his head as he poured his coffee. “I’m letting him sleep in after the mission yesterday. Took a lot out of him, out of both of us.”

Laura pursed her lips. “Maybe try taking a vacation. See if the TVA can arrange for you to like. Go to a space spa or something instead of needing you to fight against giant lizards or whatever.”

“They were dinosaurs, actually, and stopping a time traveller from going back in time to steal paleolithic megafauna for his theme park was very important for the timelines, actually.”

“I still have no idea why anyone would take Jurassic Park as inspiration for scientific endeavors.” Laura shook her head. 

“Well it doesn’t matter now Wade decapitated the main perpetrator, and I stopped him from adopting an aquilops, so you’re welcome.” 

Laura blinked. “I’m not sure I even know what an aquilops is.” 

“Honestly she was kind of cute, but not something we’d want in the small apartment,” Logan shrugged.

“So what you’re saying is that we should get a house with a yard?” Wade yawned from the doorway to the hall. He was wearing Logan’s shirt and a pair of pink boxers with hearts on them. Logan didn’t think he could possibly be more in love. 

“I mean,” Logan coughed lightly as he grabbed another mug for Wade’s coffee, “some extra space would be nice, bub. I’m sure the dog would appreciate more space to run. And we could have our own washer-dryer, save trips to the laundromat.”

“Not like Wade ever goes with us to the laundromat,” Laura snarked.

“Now now, badger baby, no need to be rude.” Wade sniffed as he grabbed the offered mug. “I would do my own laundry except that my darling house-spouse does it so much better.” Wade kissed Logan on the cheek before lounging on one of the kitchen table chairs in a stereotypically bisexual approximation as to what sitting entailed.

Logan felt his face flush as he hid behind his own coffee. Wade had a habit of turning everything into a joke, but Logan could nevertheless feel the sincere affection behind the moniker. And it’s true that Logan did a slightly disproportionate amount of the cooking and cleaning, but that was by and large his own choice. And it felt good, taking care of Wade and Laura and Al, being praised and thanked for doing something other than killing or fucking. Not to say that he did not still enjoy those things; just that he was grateful to have the opportunity to be domestic in a way that he rarely had before. Truly this new life was more than he ever would have dared dream he deserved, and he was determined not to waste it.

—

The apartment was too quiet when Logan got home.

Laura had texted the day before to say that she would be staying at the mansion for the next few days, helping Ellie and Yukio with a new project. Logan had been at work all day, but Wade was home, or at least he should have been. It was possible that he was over at Al’s, but the apartment was just a little too still. There was no music playing, no burnt food, everything looked exactly as it had when Logan had left in the early hours. When he concentrated past the sounds of the city outside is when he heard it—slow, ragged breaths.

Logan’s stomach tightened; he knew what that meant.

He gently set down his bags and took off his jacket and shoes before heading over to the sink to wash his hands. It was as clean and empty—this was a really bad day then. He filled a glass with cold water and chugged it before filling it again and mixing in liquid IV before attaching the matching cover and straw before bringing it into the bedroom he shared with Wade.

His boyfriend was curled into a ball under the blankets, his face buried into the pillow. Logan could see the sweat on his scarred neck, and his shoulders trembled with each gasping breath.

Logan said nothing as he set the glass of water on the bedside table before shrugging out of his flannel, pulling his t-shirt over his head, and pulling off his shoes and socks until he was in nothing but his briefs. He pulled back the covers before climbing into the bed with Wade. Wade let out a whimper of pain as he rearranged himself to rest in Logan’s arms and against the other man’s chest. As if needing any further indication that Wade was not okay, not a single reference was made to Logan’s tits. 

“Hey bub,” Logan’s tone was softer than many assumed he could make it as he lightly massaged Wade’s back while holding him close. “Do you think you could manage to drink some water and take your meds for me?” Logan waited patiently for Wade’s response. After a moment’s hesitation Wade nodded, and Logan grabbed the painkillers from the drawer in the nightstand and gave them to Wade before bringing the straw to Wade’s lips and he took several long sips before leaning away. Logan put the glass back on the table, and Wade’s trembling lessened as Logan’s natural body heat seeped into his too-tense muscles. 

Logan had lost track of time before Wade spoke. “M’sorry,” he mumbled, voice groggy. “Didn’t mean to be a downer.”

Logan huffed, pressing a kiss against Wade’s neck. “Shut up.”

Wade let out a weak laugh, but it dissolved into a hiss as another wave of pain rolled through him. His fingers dug into Logan’s forearm, to the point that were Logan’s skeleton made out of bones rather than adamantium it would have cracked. 

Logan held him tighter.

It was a familiar, if hopeless, feeling. Some days, the cancer raged through Wade’s body like wildfire, and no amount of healing factor could outrun it. On days like these, Wade didn’t joke. Didn’t deflect. He just hurt. 

And Logan? Logan stayed, because he could never conceive of doing anything else.

He pressed another kiss to the knotted scar tissue at the crook of Wade’s neck, and for a long time they simply lay together, Wade listening to Logan’s steady heartbeat.

“…love you,” Wade mumbled, drowsy from the exhaustion and the strong drugs that Hank had made specially for their advanced metabolisms. He was nearly asleep by the time that Logan grunted “me too bub,” and by the time morning came and the pain had lessened enough that he could function again, he believed the entire exchange to be a dream. 

—

The demon twitched one final time before dissolving into embers, leaving Wade and Logan standing in the wreckage of yet another timeline gone wrong. Wade’s mask was torn to pieces and so he yanked it off and used it to wipe the streaks of black ichor from his katanas with a flourish and dramatic sigh.

“Another interdimensional creep bites the dust. Oh ew, it’s sticky. Like that time in Budapest, but with less moral ambiguity.”

Logan rolled his shoulders,  retracting his claws as his healing flesh knitted back together. “Yeah, well this didn’t even buy me dinner first.”

Before Wade could respond the smoldering heap at their feet spasmed and a sickly green shockwave hit them both like a metaphysical sucker punch, leaving them gasping as the energy crawled under their skins. 

“Oh fuck no, that was a curse. I know curses. I’ve dated curses. By a certain definition of dating, anyway.” Wade groaned.

Logan’s nose twitched. “Smells like magic horseshit. What’d it do?”

Wade opened his mouth to deflect with a joke—and instead, the unfiltered truth tore out of him. What little brain-to-mouth filter was gone.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I’VE BEEN TOO SCARED TO SAY IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST TOLERATING ME AND WANTED SEX AND NOTHING ELSE.”

They stood in silence for a moment, Wade’s face one of horror, and Logan’s one of confusion. Against his will, Logan’s own mouth moved. 

“Wait, you didn’t know we were dating?” 

“I thought this was an unrequited pining while fucking slowburn, not a miscommunication dating without realizing it oneshot!”

Logan’s jaw clenched, but the curse forced the words out. “Wade. We’ve been fucking for months. I cook you breakfast. You steal my hoodies. We exchanged ‘I love yous’ just a few days ago when I was taking care of you during one of your high-pain days.”

“I thought that was a fever-induced dream! I never expected you to love me back, I’m disgusting and you’re amazing.” Wade’s panic was rising as the unshared truths poured out, but it was tempered somewhat by the elation of learning his feelings were requited. Neither of them paid much attention to the time window that just opened up nearby.

“You dumbass. How could I not love you, with all that you have done for me, shown me how much I matter, how much good I still have to provide in the world? When I thought I had nothing, you gave me everything.” 

Their fervent kiss was interrupted by a small cough from Mobius. “I’m sorry to interrupt such an intimate moment, but this timeline is about to disintegrate, so it might be best to continue this conversation back at the TVA.”

—

Wade and Logan’s report on the situation to the TVA was interspersed with more and more confessions, with Wade at one point shouting “I FANTASIZE ABOUT YOU CALLING ME ‘GOOD BOY’ DURING—” only for Logan to cover Wade’s mouth with his own to save both of them the embarrassment before growling ‘good boy’ in Wade’s ear.

Mobius, who had acquired popcorn and was simply enjoying the show, would have let it continue had B15 not insisted on escorting them back to their timeline herself, making them Laura’s problem.

“I like your stupid jokes,” Logan admitted with a growl as they were shoved out the time door and into their living room, where Laura had been scrolling through TikTok on the couch. 

“Also your ass is amazing. And the way you hum showtunes in the shower is adorable.”

“What is happening?” Laura asked, bewildered at the show of honest affection from her father.

Logan turned to her, and the words continued to spill out. “I love you and I am so proud of you, every damn day.”

“Thanks? I love you too?” she replied in confusion, slipping her phone into her pocket and standing up.

“You’re better than I ever was. Smarter. Stronger. You don’t let the rage consume you the way I did.” He pulled her startled form into a hug. 

“I worry about you all the time. Not because I don’t think you can handle yourself, but because the world doesn’t deserve you. And if anyone ever hurts you, what little is left of them will be buried in a grave so deep—”

“Whoa, what turned you into such a softie, dad?” she asked as she pulled away

“We defeated a demon and in its dead throes it cursed us to tell nothing but the truth.” Wade explained. “Which is why I have the strong urge to tell you that you are so cool, and I want to be you when I grow up—I mean wait no, I’m older but still you’re like a tiny Wolverine except your hair is nicer than Logan’s—”

“Hey!” Logan interjected.

“I’m sorry babe it’s just hers is so silky, she has a better hair routine and yours could be just as nice if you took care of it better. Also you both should know that I’ve drawn fanart of us as a father-daughter-and-me trio. Also I’m terrified of fucking up with Logan or him leaving me if you don’t approve of our relationship,” Wade breathed out.

“You two are weirdly perfect for each other, I wouldn’t do that. If you left he’d spend even more time hovering and also be sad and shit which would be annoying.”

“I don’t know if you realize how validating I find your approval,” Wade replied, wiping back a tear.

“You’re welcome, I guess? This is all getting a bit much for me so I’m gonna go hang out with Al, later!”

“You know, it’s a good thing she left because all of this emotional vulnerability is making me want to choke on your dick, in part because I want you to call me a good boy again and in part to spare you the sound of my voice.” Wade told Logan conversationally as Laura left.

Logan pulled him into a fierce kiss that left Wade almost breathless. “I love the sound of your voice, actually, but I also want to fuck your face until you cry.”

“That sounds perfect,” Wade replied breathily. Before he could fall to his knees as he intended, however, Logan gripped his arm.

“Can we make a detour to the shower first, though? I’m pretty sure I have demon goo in my not-as-nice hair,” Logan grimaced.

“I promise I do love your hair as it is, I didn’t mean to make you insecure—”

“It’s not that, I’ve braided her hair, I know how nice it is—”

“Okay in that case can we stop talking about your daughter and move on to naked shower time?” Wade asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Logan replied before picking Wade up and throwing him over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom.

“Have I mentioned before how hot it is that you can toss me around like a doll—”

—

It happens like this:

Wade and Logan continue to tell the truth to each other, and to themselves, as their relationship grows and evolves. They get married, they use their TVA salary to get a home with a yard, and while things are never easy, they are happy.

—

Loki lounged on the throne he had never wanted, with Mobius on his lap (which he very much wanted) as Mobius told the story. There was a pause after he finished when Loki took the time to sip at his wine. 

“And this is your favored timeline?” Loki asked, bemused.

“It’s one of the better ones, yes,” Mobius agreed.

“Certainly much better than the one with the zombies, but that’s a low bar, I suppose,” Loki sighed. 

“They’re a good fit for the job, I’m sure of it. And that house has more than enough rooms,” Mobius pointed out. “And they’ve been good dads to Laura.”

“Well, you do know them better,” Loki acquiesced. “I’ll bow to your judgment.”

“Oh will you now?” Mobius asked with a leer.

Loki’s response was cut off by a cry coming from the nearby crib and he simply sighed. Mobius’ chosen timeline surely could not be a worse place to raise a baby than within the tree at the end of the universe.